Rebirth: An Outlier in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 92 A Rendezvous with Sister Chang'e

When Huang Yiliang went on stage, he discovered that Xu Cainu was also in the audience, chatting happily with a guy who looked like Huang Jue.

Oh no, it seems my Dong-ge is about to get cuckolded again.

"Huh! Why did I say 'again'?"

Xu Cai Nu was also taken aback when she saw Huang Yi Liang, but Xu Cai Nu is Xu Cai Nu, and she nodded in greeting calmly.

Instead, it made Huang Yiliang look like a despicable person, always thinking about dirty things.

Even though that's who he is.

"Cough cough—!" Huang Yiliang coughed twice, pretending to be serious.

If he hadn't been on stage, he wouldn't have noticed that almost half of the Beijing entertainment circle had come. On the singer side, there were Na Ying, Sun Nan, Yang Kun, and Wang Banbi, who looked like he had a bad luck on his face.

Wang Banbi has been feeling particularly depressed lately because he discovered that his songwriting ideas are similar to those of Huang Haidong from "Avenue of Stars".

It's not surprising that their ideas overlap, because the language style in the rock scene is repetitive:

"Ideals", "freedom", "struggle", "loneliness", "questioning", etc.

But it's infuriating that the other party's music melody and arrangement are almost exactly what I wanted.

Wang Banbi believes that if he is given a few years to reflect, he will definitely be able to write songs of the same standard.

Unfortunately, someone has already written it out now, and he will have to spend several more years reflecting on it. Hopefully, the other party won't release any new songs.

Huang Yiliang looked towards the actors and saw rows of familiar faces. Hey, he also saw Jiang Wen, that scoundrel, who was desperately chugging the expensive red wine provided by Huayi.

Huang Yiliang turned his gaze away and introduced himself: "Hello everyone, my name is Huang Yiliang, a freshman in the Class of 04 of the Communication University of China, and I am eighteen years old this year."

"I'm not saying this before the show for any other reason than that I'm hoping that if I don't sing well later, everyone will boo me less and please don't throw bottles or anything like that, considering my youth and ignorance."

As soon as Huang Yiliang finished speaking, 99% of the people in the audience were secretly cursing the kid for being too cunning.

Of course, the older sisters are an exception; they all think the little brother is very clever.

"Then I'll get started."

After Huang Yiliang finished speaking, he was about to sit down on the piano bench.

"Don't sit down. I can't perform this song well sitting down. I need a guitar. You can play the guitar parts, and I'll sing." Zhou Mengdie quickly reminded her.

"What song is it? Is it that difficult?" Huang Yiliang asked.

"Wild Child." Zhou Mengdie replied.

Huang Yiliang was amused.

Although the melody of this song is full of tension, it is actually very easy to play.

The singing part is the most difficult.

His only worry now is that Zhou Mengdie might not be able to handle the song's chilling vibrato, as well as the original singer's explosive ending notes.

"Come on!" Zhou Mengdie said excitedly.

"Please don't come up here. I have complete control over your mental energy. Just keep an eye on the guitar," Zhou Mengdie reminded her again.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Huang Yiliang that this song was a system reward, and that surpassing the original by ten times was easily within reach.

The prelude begins.

It's conventional and straightforward, which is Huang Yiliang's consistent style. His musical style is precise and error-free.

"Why is the wind getting stronger?"

As soon as Zhou Mengdie's voice came out, those musicians immediately sat up straight.

It wasn't that Zhou Mengdie's voice was particularly glamorous; on the contrary, her voice this time had a wildness that defied embellishment.

My heart is filled with longing.

Zhou Mengdie said this.

Both those who understand music and those who don't can't help but take it seriously.

"Like a speck of dust, it dances freely in the wind."

"I will hold deep in my heart the courage that I hold dear, and keep walking in the direction the wind blows."

As Zhou Mengdie's singing gradually and steadily built up, everyone felt that this was indeed a very good folk song.

The chorus has begun.

Zhou Mengdie's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and they immediately witnessed what truly unadorned, instinctive, and wild singing was all about.

"Blow, blow, my pride and indulgence, blow, blow but cannot destroy my pure garden, let the wind blow, let it be chaotic, it cannot destroy me, the prospect at the end."

The primal and surging wildness is fully unleashed.

"Blow, blow, I'm barefoot and not afraid, blow, blow, it doesn't matter, try to bother me, look at me bravely smiling, look at me bravely waving!"

The audience members felt their scalps tingle.

Especially the line "I'm not afraid of going barefoot," sent a chill down the spines of musicians who had criticized Huang Yiliang.

Wang Banbi stood up excitedly: This is the sound I've been looking for!

Na-young, who was standing next to Wang Banbi, gave him a disdainful look.

Your voice is definitely cracking when you raise it that high, don't pretend.

Liu Yifei's table.

It was the first time she had heard Huang Yiliang sing live. For some reason, the young girl felt that the song was written for her, and the lyrics touched her heart.

The little girl's eyes were watering with excitement, but unfortunately, she was too far away for Huang Yiliang to see.

Fat Bingbing also covered her mouth in surprise. She had always thought that Huang Yiliang was only good at singing popular, vulgar love songs. Now she realized that he wasn't lacking in talent; he was just after money.

Great minds think alike! Making money is more important than doing art.

Fat Bing became even more determined to ask Wong Yat-leung to write a good song.

She doesn't really want to be a singer; she mainly wants to appear on TV shows and do commercial performances. Having her own song is especially important.

Otherwise, singing someone else's song would not only require paying copyright fees, but it would also lead to comparisons with the original singer, which would be very embarrassing.

"Thank you, thank you everyone for not throwing bottles, and thank you to Mr. Yu Quan for their encouragement!"

After finishing his song, Huang Yiliang didn't linger. He put down his guitar and left decisively.

Teacher Yu Quan's face turned green.

No one hit them, but they inexplicably felt a little pain in their faces.

Why did you provoke him if there was nothing wrong with you?

"No, it's those idiots who said he only knows how to do vulgar stuff. If I'd known he was this good, I would have definitely encouraged Wang Banbi to go!"

Wang Banbi: I fucking thank you guys!

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"Where's Brother Huang?" Wang Zhonglei asked curiously.

After Huang Yiliang finished singing and left the stage, he disappeared.

A group of media reporters also gathered around, asking what the song was called, and they also wanted to interview Huang Yiliang.

"Today is the celebration party for 'A World Without Thieves,' so we'll only answer questions related to our film," Little Cannon said coldly.

"Director Feng, could you provide some information about that student, Huang? We'd like to interview him later," a reporter asked, mustering his courage.

"You don't even know Huangliangmeng Music? What kind of reporter are you? You're the one who made a hundred million a month!" Yu Quan No. 1 scolded irritably.

"Huh?? It's him!" The reporters were stunned.

And let's not talk about the song being popular but the singer not being famous.

The reason why online singers are famous for their songs but not for themselves is that they don't have a professional management team behind them, they don't have the connections to appear on various TV programs, they don't have the money to compete in music festivals, and they don't have the money to buy press releases from major news media to promote their musical genius.

Huang Yiliang is naturally an online singer. This guy is rich, but he doesn't waste money on marketing himself. Apart from the bunch of bastards in the music industry, not many people know him.

"What? Earning 100 million a month?" Little Cannon and Andy Lau turned around in surprise.

They've been busy promoting "A World Without Thieves" lately and haven't really paid attention to the gossip in the music industry.

"That Huang Yiliang just now, he took 100 million yuan in commission from China Mobile's ringback tone revenue in a month," Yu Quan said sourly.

The entire crew of "A World Without Thieves," who were just moments ago in high spirits in front of the news media, are now completely stunned.

We've been working hard for half a year, and the box office has only just surpassed 100 million today.

He earned 100 million in just one month.

Wang Zhonglei immediately stood up: "Bingbing, go find General Manager Huang! There's a second show tonight, don't let him slip away!"

"Great!" Bingbing's enthusiasm soared to unprecedented heights when she heard that Huang Yiliang had earned 100 million.

Bingbing was too late; Huang Yiliang had already run away.

"Why did you sit in my seat?" Zhao Liying said indignantly.

Liu Yifei quickly took the passenger seat.

"There's no seat for you here. Take it or leave it!"

Liu Yifei glared at Zhao Liying. She had a lot to say to Huang Yiliang and had to sit in the passenger seat.

Zhao Liying immediately feigned pitifulness: "Boss, she's bullying me."

"Why are you bullying her? She's still a child." Huang Yiliang glared at Liu Yifei, joining Zhao Liying in the attack.

Liu Yifei glared angrily, "How did I bully her? Besides, am I not a child too?"

"Uh—!" Huang Yiliang and Zhao Liying exchanged a glance.

"And you yelled at me for the sake of a little assistant, I'm going home." Liu Yifei didn't give Huang Yiliang a chance to explain, crossed her arms and looked angrily out the window.

Huang Yiliang was speechless.

I was just about to take you home!

He silently started the car.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat subdued, and no one spoke first.

The car passed by the snack street.

"Are you two hungry?" Huang Yiliang asked.

Liu Yifei remained silent.

Zhao Liying rubbed her tummy and laughed, "I'm full from the banquet."

"Wait a minute, I'm going to buy some fried noodles, it'll take five minutes."

Huang Yiliang only drank a glass of juice at the banquet, and he also used up a lot of his mental energy by letting Zhou Mengdie possess him. He is extremely hungry now.

Huang Yiliang first ate two leftover steamed buns from the morning at the steamed bun stall before buying fried noodles at the fried noodle stall and heading back.

Twenty minutes later.

The car arrived at Liu Yifei's building.

"What's wrong? You have such a long face, haven't you been drinking?" Aunt Liu asked curiously.

"I didn't drink!" Huang Yiliang shook his head very firmly.

"Auntie, I'll be going now."

"Okay, drive slowly."

After seeing Huang Yiliang off, Aunt Liu was about to question Liu Yifei when she found that Liu Yifei had already retreated to her room.

"Xixi, what's wrong?" Aunt Liu asked from the doorway.

"It's okay, Mommy, I'm going to take a bath and go to bed."

Liu Yifei was sitting at her window, looking down at Huang Yiliang.

Huang Yiliang squatted next to a trash can by the roadside. He must have been really hungry. He opened the fried noodles in the fast food box and started eating them right there on the roadside.

Liu Yifei felt a pang of sympathy for Huang Yiliang. She wanted to call him in to eat, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

What angered her most was that Zhao Liying stayed by Huang Yiliang's side, feeding him water from time to time, and the two seemed exceptionally close.

Huang Yiliang quickly finished his fried noodles and threw the fast food box and chopsticks into the trash can next to him.

Zhao Liying considerately wiped his mouth, and then the two got into the car and drove away.

Liu Yifei was both angry and anxious. She took out her phone, found Huang Yiliang's number, hesitated for a long time, and then dialed it.

Oh well, it's not like it's the first time I've backed down in front of him.

"Hey! Who is it?" Zhao Liying answered the phone.

She clearly saw that the caller ID showed Liu Yifei, but she pretended not to know.

"I'll make you so angry, so you'll look down on me."

When Liu Yifei heard Zhao Liying's voice, she was really angry. The girl hung up the phone without saying a word.

Zhao Liying looked at the phone that had been hung up, feeling particularly smug, but she didn't dare to hide it from Huang Yiliang.

She quickly said, "Boss, that was Liu Yifei on the phone, she hung up."

"It's nothing!" Huang Yiliang replied while driving.

Zhao Liying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The person she hates most now is Liu Yifei, with Yang Mi taking second place.

Even if Yang Mi dislikes her, she wouldn't look down on her. At most, she would mock her for having short legs, no breasts, and no butt.

"Have you been going to the karaoke room to practice singing a lot lately?" Huang Yiliang asked casually.

He heard Xiao Xiao say that Zhao Liying was just like Sauce Explosion, with the heart of a great musician.

"Yes! I always finish all my work before I go, so it definitely won't affect my work," Zhao Liying quickly explained.

The little girl secretly wondered who was so mean as to tattle on her.

Huang Yiliang shook his head with amusement: "Why are your eyes rolling? If you like to sing, just sing. No one will say anything to you."

"Hehe, thank you, boss. I knew you were the most handsome and generous." Zhao Liying immediately flattered him.

"We're here, hurry up and get in! Text me when you get home." Huang Yiliang parked the car.

"Okay, boss, give me a kiss!" Zhao Liying opened her arms.

"Huh! You ate seafood, it smells."

Despite his apparent disgust, Huang Yiliang still hugged the little girl and gave her a big kiss.

It's all Liu Yifei's fault; she's influenced his tastes to be more extreme.

Zhao Liying, however, had not yet gotten out of the car.

"What's wrong?" Huang Yiliang asked.

Zhao Liying suddenly took something out of her small bag and stuffed it into Huang Yiliang's pocket.

"Remember to use this, it's unhygienic," Zhao Liying stammered, blushing.

"What is it?"

Huang Yiliang reached into his pocket and took the contents out, looking utterly dejected.

"What do you mean by giving me a few condoms?"

"That's exactly what I mean. I heard from Wang Ou and the others that the women in the entertainment industry are dirty and messy. I'm doing this for your own good."

Zhao Liying put on a stern face and even threatened, "If you don't use it, I'll tell Uncle Dong."

"No, what were you talking about? I was asking why you gave me this thing out of the blue?"

Huang Yiliang was furious; he had only bought cheap items that cost one yuan each.

You should buy me the ultra-thin version!

"I saw it all. That chubby girl slipped a little note into your pocket," Zhao Liying said angrily.

"Is that so? That pocket?"

Huang Yiliang reached into his pocket and found that there were indeed small notes, and more than one.

Honestly, he really didn't know anything about this. Those women in the entertainment industry are too quick!

God of Gamblers, he's simply amazing.

"See, you've wronged me."

Zhao Liying pouted: "Phone number, hotel room number, and this is also a home address."

"Ahem, the boss isn't that kind of person, just throw them all away." In front of Zhao Liying, Huang Yiliang threw the little notes in his hand out of the car window.

"You really threw it away, Fatty Bingbing!" Zhao Liying's eyes widened.

"So what if she's chubby? Our Liying is the cutest." Huang Yiliang cupped Zhao Liying's little face and kissed her cheek.

This little potato can be annoying at times, but it can also be really cute at others.

"Don't buy this stuff again. Aren't you embarrassed when you buy it?" Huang Yiliang threw the condom out of the car window as well.

"Of course it's embarrassing," Zhao Liying nodded.

She lied, but the girl wasn't embarrassed at all. She even bargained with the shop owner and asked which one was the best quality and which one was the most uncomfortable to use. She bought the most uncomfortable one for Huang Yiliang.

"Boss, I'm going up now!" The girl went home satisfied.

Huang Yiliang was about to drive back to his dormitory when he received a phone call.

It's Sister Chang'e.

This Chang'e sister is such a big talker. She always invites me to dinner on the phone, and we've made several appointments, but each time something comes up at the last minute.

"Hey—! Sister Chang'e, you're not inviting me for a midnight snack at this hour, are you?!" Huang Yiliang grumbled unhappily.

"Yi Liang, are you free right now? I'm at Xiao Xiang Zhou Restaurant, I've had too much to drink, could you come and take me home?"

"If you've had too much to drink, take a taxi." Huang Yiliang cleverly hung up the phone.

After driving for a while, he realized something was wrong.

It's unlikely that Chang'e would joke about something like this, especially since it's late at night.

He immediately called back.

"Hey, Sister Chen, is this the Xiaoxiangzhou Hotel? I'll be there in twenty minutes."