My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

Zhao Wen reached out and picked up the ten million yuan, asking earnestly, "Sister, did you set aside the 20% that we agreed to keep?"

Teresa Teng smiled with her eyes crinkling, picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of fish on his plate: "Don't worry, as you said back then, I've already deposited it into a separate account. Haha, consider it my and Changxi's secret stash."

Zhao Wen put the money into his canvas bag and casually took out a folded note: "This is a small gift for my sister."

"Why are you giving me a gift when it's not a holiday? Oh, a song..." Teresa Teng took it and unfolded it, while Deng Changxi curiously leaned over to take a look.

Without looking at the melody, she lowered her eyelashes and slowly read out each word: "Silent lips, still bearing tear stains, these are not scars that rouge and powder can conceal."

As she read on, it was as if a soft spot in her heart had been touched. She looked up, smiled slightly, and began to hum softly along with the notes of the sheet music.

The melody begins slowly and gently, initially with a hint of hesitation, but it flows smoothly in the chorus, its melodies enveloping a deep and tender melancholy...

The diva hummed the song once, still wanting more. She tapped her fingertips lightly on the table and sang it a second time. Her eyes and brows were immersed in the melody. This song, like this moon-white short-sleeved shirt, was tailor-made for her, even the timing of her breath was perfect.

Deng Changxi, sitting next to her, was stunned. He had never seen his older sister so gentle since he was a child.

The diva stood up, holding onto the back of her chair, and slowly spun around to the beat, swaying her shoulders and lightly tiptoeing to the rhythm. After finishing her song, she playfully mimicked her stage presence, striking a funny pose to thank the audience, then covered her mouth and laughed out loud, her eyes sparkling and glistening with a thin layer of moisture.

Zhao Wen sat opposite him and clapped softly: "Only when my sister sings this song can it truly be sung like this."

This was originally intended to be the opening piece for Teresa Teng's return to the Japanese music scene two years later, a legendary start that swept the Japanese cable awards and sold over a million copies. It is a timeless masterpiece that cannot be ignored when mentioning Teresa Teng for decades to come.

Now that it's been delivered to her two years early, I, Mr. Snail, am just a deliveryman. The glory she deserved, arriving a little earlier, isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Thank you, Wen. I really like this song. I'll have the company go through the proper procedures with you. Please don't refuse, it's not my own money."

"Okay, as long as my sister likes it."

"I want to give you a present too! Ah Wen, what's your birthday? Oh, and Ah Wen, the newspapers say you're only eighteen. Do you have a girl you like?"

"I'm still a child, sister." Zhao Wen felt a pang of pity for herself at this moment. She had never experienced a real romance in either of her lives; all she had ever had were ambiguous, inexplicable relationships...

"So, what's your birthday? Is it when you turn nineteen?"

"Number 1..."

"Let me throw you a birthday party!" Before Zhao Wen could finish speaking, the diva immediately chimed in, ready to take on all the responsibilities for her little brother's birthday celebration.

Zhao Wen was startled. The diva sister's influence in Taiwan, Japan, and Southeast Asia was too great, and her connections were too wide. If she really invited "half of the Taiwanese entertainment industry", this joke would be too big!

It wasn't that she was afraid of paparazzi; at that time in Taiwan, most of the media were official, and even the few tabloids didn't dare to write negative stories about the diva.

However, at this time, the diva was in a sensitive period of about to break off her engagement with Mr. Guo. If an auntie found out and stirred up a few newspapers to make a big fuss, wouldn't that ruin the diva's reputation?

"My dear sister, don't scare me! Don't you know your own status? Those tabloids are watching you every day. If you really throw this birthday party for me, tomorrow's papers will be full of headlines like 'Teresa Teng and Mr. Snail suspected of having a sibling relationship.' I'll be fine, but you'll get yourself into a scandal for no reason!"

Hearing Zhao Wen say that, the Empress covered her mouth and laughed non-stop, and could only say, "Then I'll have Changxi go in a few days and have him eat a meal in my place, okay? Is it September 1st?"

Zhao Wen nodded. He had actually planned to celebrate Zhao Wenwen's birthday quietly, but since the Queen of Heaven was so thoughtful, he suggested inviting Editor Gao to drink with Brother Changxi, and also inviting Aunt Chen and Aunt Xu. If Brother Deng had time, they could also get together.

I happened to be going to see the Chief Protector today to discuss something, so I invited him while I was at it.

With tens of millions of New Taiwan Dollars in his pocket again, Zhao Wen had the idea of ​​acquiring UMC shares again. My brother Deng was indeed efficient. He had mentioned this matter to him half a month ago, and now he had already found the heads of the two private groups, Dongyuan and Sampo. The two private giants had agreed to sell a small number of UMC shares, and only 8 yuan per share.

In fact, both home appliance giants would love to get rid of all their UMC shares, but they dare not, because they only subscribed to the shares out of respect for the government. If they were to give them all away now, it would affect the fundraising that just started this year, and they would be subject to sanctions.

In the past two years, UMC has been burning through cash without any dividends. Last year, a major fire broke out, and the factory almost collapsed. No private capital in Taiwan is willing to lend a hand.

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In 1982, the Grand Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in Taiwan and one of the top ten hotels in the world.

Brother Deng hosted Zhao Wen's banquet at this hotel. In the top-tier private room, the gilded chandelier made Mr. Snail's eyes ache. The round table was made of rosewood, the chairs were genuine leather, and eight exquisite cold dishes were neatly arranged. Even the wine glasses were naturally polished crystal glasses.

Brother Deng sat in the main seat, with Liu Jiachang on his left, then Fei Yuqing, Zhao Wen on his right, and next to Zhao Wen was Feng Feifei.

Yes, gentlemen, you read that right, it's the Queen of Hats, Fong Fei-fei! And the founding father, Fei Yu-ching!

My brother Deng's main selling point is his ostentatious display—Liu Jiachang, a godfather-like figure in Taiwan's entertainment industry, was also the foundation upon which he ultimately became a film and television tycoon.

Feng Feifei and her close friend Teresa Teng, one focused on external affairs and the other on internal affairs, dominated the Taiwanese female vocal music scene for nearly twenty years, until one faded out due to health reasons and the other due to marriage, giving A-mei and the Rock Records stars a chance to rise to prominence.

Fei Yuqing was rising to prominence at this time and was regarded by Liu Jiachang as his "most promising" male disciple, while the most promising female disciples were of course Teresa Teng and Fong Fei-fei.

Zhao Wen felt that with this lineup, as long as you weren't an official in Taiwan, then Brother Deng's entourage was the most impressive!

At this moment, the queen of hats was not wearing a hat, but a pink baseball cap, which was hanging on the coat rack.

Brother Deng was already flushed from drinking, and he was pointing at the beaming patriarch with his index and middle fingers, giving him some pointers. The patriarch's face was full of comical expressions, which made Zhao Wen laugh so hard he couldn't stop.

"Ah Wen, I've been fantasizing about Mr. Snail for so long, but it turns out you're such a dashing young man!" Feng Feifei drank two cups with Brother Deng, her cheeks flushed, and she spoke to Zhao Wen with a smile.

According to the usual practice in the underworld, if Brother Deng is speaking at the dinner table, no one except that "landlubber" is allowed to interrupt. However, Feng Feifei is so casual about it, which suggests that she has a close relationship with Brother Deng.

"Sister Feng, please don't be shy, I won't be embarrassed!" Zhao Wen started to act shy again, after all, this was also a superstar, and she had such a good relationship with Sister Lijun.

Regarding whether calling her "Sister Feng" would be incongruous, Zhao Wen stated that he wasn't trying to discredit her; it was "Sister Feng," who told him to call her that...