Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

Chapter 99 Lang-ge, My Own Brother

"We don't lack money, and we don't lack distribution channels."

"We have our own music studio, where we can compose and record our own music."

"My uncle knows many people in record companies, so releasing an album wouldn't be difficult."

"Now that China Record Corporation has started reforms, it's essentially not that different from other record companies."

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"However, it has some resources that others don't."

"Therefore, if we want to cooperate, we must offer our best to exchange for their best."

He put the notebook back on the table.

"This is our source of confidence."

After he finished speaking, the entire living room fell silent.

The cigarette in Yao Feng's hand had burned down to the end, burning his fingers before he came to his senses.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stared at Chen Lang for a long time without saying a word.

This analysis is clear, logical, and well-organized.

The advantages and disadvantages are clearly calculated.

This child—

He only listened to his own simple analysis of China Record Corporation, and in such a short time, he came up with such a clear and complete cooperation plan.

He not only planned his own path, but also considered the future of his two older sisters.

This doesn't sound like something a nine-year-old child would say.

Yao Beina sat beside Chen Lang, her eyes sparkling as she looked at his profile.

This little cousin who used to follow her around since childhood has grown into a big tree that can shelter her from the wind and rain.

She felt both touched and proud.

Liu Yifei stayed close to Chen Lang the whole time.

As Chen Lang spoke, she nodded vigorously, her attitude clear.

Yes, that's what I think.

That's right, Langlang is exactly what I meant.

Although she may not understand every word.

Yao Feng looked at his nephew, then at Liu Xiaoli beside him, who looked proud.

He let out a long breath after a while.

He walked over and patted Chen Lang on the head, his tone tinged with a touch of emotion.

"Langlang."

"When you're out in public, you should act more like a child."

"Otherwise, it's too scary."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lang couldn't help but grin.

He stood up and threw himself into Liu Xiaoli's arms, his voice becoming childish and sweet.

"I'm still a child."

The moment he made that move and that sound, the air of strategic brilliance he had exuded vanished without a trace.

"Hahaha!"

All the adults in the living room couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Xiaoli hugged Chen Lang tightly in her arms and kissed his forehead.

I glanced at the notebook on the coffee table.

Silly child, you are my greatest source of confidence.

Once the Lantern Festival (January 15th of the lunar calendar) is over, the New Year celebrations are officially over.

School has reopened.

Chen Lang and Liu Yifei put on their schoolbags again and began their primary school life.

The events that occurred during the winter break spread like wildfire throughout the compound and the affiliated primary school they attended.

The sisters' sudden fame has made them minor celebrities at school.

Now, the news that major record companies across the country are coming to poach them, and even that Leslie Cheung personally visited them, has added a layer of legendary color to the two of them, especially Chen Lang.

The two sensed a difference as soon as they entered the campus.

From the security guards at the school gate to the teachers passing by, and then to the classmates brushing past each other.

Almost all eyes would linger on them.

There was curiosity, envy, and a desire to explore.

"Look, it's Chen Lang, the songwriter."

"Yes, yes, he wrote 'Sisters,' it's so good!"

"I heard Rock Records is coming and offering him 200,000!"

"What's two hundred thousand? Leslie Cheung is here, he wants to become sworn brothers with him!"

All sorts of messy gossip and chatter rose up behind them.

Chen Lang didn't feel anything about it.

Liu Yifei, however, thoroughly enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention.

Her small chest was held high, and she walked with a swagger.

This feeling becomes even more pronounced when you step into the classroom of Class 1, Grade 6.

The entire classroom seemed to have been put on pause.

All eyes turned to them.

Chen Lang walked to his seat without changing his expression and put down his schoolbag.

Liu Yifei is different.

She slightly raised her chin, feigning indifference.

Her constantly shifting eyes and the barely suppressed upturn of her lips betrayed the little bit of smugness in her heart.

"Good morning, Brother Lang!"

Ah Fu, also known as Liu Furong, was the first to approach.

He had a smile on his face and was holding a hot meat bun in his hand.

"Brother Lang, have you had breakfast yet? My mom made it."

Chen Lang glanced at his greasy hands.

"Thank you, I've already eaten."

Afu didn't mind, stuffed the bun into his mouth, and asked indistinctly.

"Brother Lang, my mom said that—Leslie Cheung, really came to your house?"

As soon as he asked the question, all the students around him who had been listening intently gathered around.

"Really? Chen Lang?"

"I heard even Rolling Stones went!"

Was Leslie Cheung exceptionally handsome?

Faced with the students' chatter, Chen Lang simply nodded and said nothing more.

At times like this, it's time for his wife to step in.

When Liu Yifei took out a cassette tape of an album autographed by Leslie Cheung from her schoolbag, the whole classroom erupted in cheers.

"Wow!"

A gasp of amazement rose from the crowd.

A group of half-grown radish heads surrounded them, layer upon layer.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the cassette tape, like hungry wolves eyeing meat.

Especially the signature on the cover, which is written in a flamboyant style.

If it weren't for Liu Yifei's renowned fighting prowess throughout the school, someone would probably have already snatched it.

"It really is Leslie Cheung's signature!"

"Can I touch it?"

Just once!

Liu Yifei tucked the cassette tape into his pocket and looked around warily.

"No touching allowed!"

"What if I break it!"

Afu was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.

He vigorously rubbed his oily hands on his pants, a fawning smile on his face.

"Akaneko, my dear older sister."

"Lang-ge, my dear brother."

"We're from the same compound, we're practically family!"

"Just let me see it once, just once, okay?"

Chen Lang glanced at him.

Liu Yifei thought about it and felt that what Afu said made sense.

She handed the tape over.

Be careful not to break it.

"Okay, okay!"

Afu nodded vigorously.

He carefully took the cassette tape, his eyes wide as he examined the signature closely, making admiring clicks of his tongue.

"As expected of Brother Lang, he's amazing!"

He was completely convinced by Chen Lang.

Not only is she good at studying and can write songs, but she is also skilled in kung fu. Now even Leslie Cheung personally visits her.

From today onwards, I, Afu, will be Brother Lang's most loyal follower.