Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

At 11:45, the plane landed at Zhuhai Sanzao Airport. The turbulence upon landing woke Gao Yuanyuan up, and the first thing she did was look at her boyfriend.

"Look, are you feeling any better?"

"Hmm, it's not so noticeable anymore, there are still some red veins, but it'll be fine after another night's sleep."

Yang Che looked into her almond-shaped eyes, which were extremely clear and bright, and couldn't help but kiss them.

"Ugh, tsk."

Gao Yuanyuan punched him in embarrassment and annoyance.

The passengers who were already preparing to disembark were all watching them, and now they were even more so.

Yang Che grinned. The passengers were mostly older people, both men and women. When they occasionally made eye contact with him, their eyes were full of goodwill. After all, seeing a couple like that would really put him in a good mood.

When Yang Che arrived at the terminal, he could still faintly hear people discussing that as soon as Wang Fei arrived in Zhuhai, Typhoon Dani, which was originally going to make landfall, withdrew. Wang Fei really has a lot of influence.

Another person said, "It's the Queen of Heaven protecting the Queen of Heaven!"

Yang Che squeezed Gao Yuanyuan's hand: "Do you want to become so famous that everyone is talking about you?"

Gao Yuanyuan thought for a moment: "It sounds exciting, but thinking about it carefully is also quite scary, so I don't want to. Sigh, you see."

Yang Che looked in the direction she was pointing and saw the hotel staff holding up a sign that read "Mr. Yang Che." Well, it's like this again.

"Tsk, you're being so considerate of my feelings."

"Mmm, hehe."

Gao Yuanyuan booked the Zhuhai Yindu Hotel, which is 3 kilometers away from the stadium where Wang Fei held his concert.

Sister Kuan said on the phone that Wang Fei's entire team was also staying at the Yindu Hotel, since it's currently the only five-star hotel in Zhuhai.

The two of us stayed in a business king-size bed room, which cost 1680 yuan and we booked it for two days.

As for airport pickup, it costs 300 per trip...

Including the round-trip airfare of 6500 for the two of us, well, it costs more than 10,000 yuan to go to a concert.

Uh... it was all Gao Yuanyuan who paid for it. She knew her boyfriend's "background" and knew that he didn't actually have much money.

The driver who picked him up was named A Xiang. The young man had a very friendly appearance and took the handbag from Yang Che as soon as they met.

As they exited the terminal and headed to the parking lot, both of them smiled.

Although autumn is nice in Beijing, this is Zhuhai. The temperature is around 25 degrees Celsius, with a slight northerly wind blowing, and the air is incredibly fresh.

We walked in silence until we reached the outskirts of the hotel, where we saw at least seven or eight reporters with cameras squatting on the roadside.

"Tsk tsk, these are definitely reporters from Hong Kong."

How did you know?

"Entertainment reporters in mainland China aren't this dedicated."

Afterwards, the two entered the hotel lobby but did not see any signs for Wang Fei's concert, nor did they run into any "acquaintances".

This made Yang Che feel like something was missing.

As the two were getting their room keys and preparing to enter the elevator, they ran into an "acquaintance," Zhang Yadong, a fellow villager they had spoken to twice. The guy was wearing a white shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes, with long hair parted to the side—he looked incredibly artsy.

When Yang Che saw him emerge from the elevator, he subconsciously glanced at Gao Yuanyuan beside him, noticing her curiously staring at the open, transparent elevator door...

"Zhang Yadong."

Zhang Yadong looked toward the source of the sound, tossed his hair, and looked rather blank and wooden.

Gao Yuanyuan looked at Zhang Yadong, but then immediately looked at her boyfriend, her eyes filled with doubt.

Yang Che raised an eyebrow. Damn, did he take some kind of drug?

He extended his hand proactively: "Yang Che, we've spoken on the phone twice."

Zhang Yadong paused for a moment, then nodded: "Oh, hello. Uh... I have to go out for a bit."

Yang Che smiled kindly: "Go about your business."

Zhang Yadong nodded and left.

Before entering the elevator, Gao Yuanyuan looked back.

Yang Che raised an eyebrow again: "What are you looking at?"

"Why do all these musicians have to keep their hair long?"

Yang Che pondered for a moment and said, "They often sleep with female fans, so they need to grow their hair long to avoid their girlfriends or wives asking whose hair is in the bed!"

Gao Yuanyuan's expression was priceless, and then she laughed, "Hahaha, you're so annoying, hahaha."

After laughing enough, Gao Yuanyuan asked, "Tell me, I really want to know, Mr. Encyclopedia."

"In the 1960s, the counterculture movement that swept the globe influenced young people to embrace a natural lifestyle, so they stopped cutting their hair, which gradually became a symbol. Then the young people grew up, got married, had children, and went to support their families, so they didn't have time to rebel."

Then in the 1970s, some heavy metal rock musicians admired Vikings and Saxons, these fierce pirates, and became unkempt, which was also to enhance their music. Later, they gradually stopped doing that. Westerners naturally have a strong body odor, and when they perform and sweat, you can imagine, the girls were already weak in the knees, but when they got close, they felt disgusted and gagged. Wasn't that a waste of effort?

As for those in China, actually not many musicians have long hair; it's more common in the beauty and hairdressing industry.

Then Gao Yuanyuan laughed out loud like a goose.

After returning to their room, the two rested briefly before heading to the Chinese restaurant on the second floor, which mainly served seafood and Cantonese cuisine, and the food was quite delicious.

During the meal, Yang Che called Qiu Likuan.

After the call connected, it was very noisy on the other end. After learning that Yang Che had arrived at the hotel, Qiu Likuan didn't say much, just told him to wait for half an hour and then hung up.

Before long, a chubby-faced girl brought two tickets, A26 and A27 in the VIP section. The chubby-faced girl said they were in the second row.

Yang Che smiled and thanked him.

The two then returned to their room.

Yang Che wanted to continue writing the storyboard, while Gao Yuanyuan didn't want to go out, especially not alone.

For her, it was a very happy thing to see her boyfriend working at his desk while she lay in bed reading, and it was also quite nice to occasionally look at Zhuhai through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Of course, before heading to the sports center in the evening, the two of them strolled around the neighborhood hand in hand, just like many couples do. They ate Grandma's Beef Offal, Grilled Squid, Bowl Cake, and drank handmade sweet soup.

Then, around 7 o'clock, they wandered over to the sports center. The two were glad they had walked from nearby, because it was incredibly noisy and bustling. From the conversations between the traffic police and security guards and the drivers, they knew that all the entrances to the sports center were like this, with cars parked everywhere.

Guangdong A, B, C, D...

Along the roadside, dozens of vendors were selling flowers, binoculars, glow sticks, whistles, and even KT boards printed with Wang Fei's name. Yang Che couldn't help but laugh, saying to Gao Yuanyuan, "The people are so wise!"

Gao Yuanyuan pouted and acted cute.

So Yang Che bought her one rose, but she only wanted one, and she grinned broadly.