My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

Actually, Zhao Wen couldn't appreciate the songs that Feng Feifei sang when she was popular, but as a listener separated by time, being able to see her most authentic self face to face is the most intriguing feeling.

Sister Feng's most widely sung songs in mainland China are "Dream Chaser," "Walk Away with Style," and "Applause," which came out a few years later. These are the true classics. "Dream Chaser" and "Applause" were songs on Zhao Wen's playlist in his past life.

"I talked to Teresa Teng on the phone the other day. She was so proud, saying that 'I Only Care About You' was written for her by her brother. Teresa and I are so close, so you have to be my brother too!" Feng Feifei blinked, her sly expression exactly like Teresa Teng's.

"Sister Feng, Sister Lijun also told me that you two are really good friends. Whenever you release an album, I'll write a song for you!"

Zhao Shunfeng was very generous. After all, in this day and age, you can't make money by writing songs. Even if Liu Jiachang writes a song, the price is only 30,000 to 50,000 NTD, and a customized version is at most 100,000 NTD.

Instead of selling so many songs by female singers for such a small amount of money, it would be better to give them away generously, gaining fame but not profit.

"Are you serious, Ah-Wen?" Feng Feifei hadn't planned to ask for a song on this occasion, but she didn't expect her younger brother, Li-Jun, to be so open-minded!

"Of course it's true. You asked me about Brother Deng, I never..."

"Ah Wen, what are you talking about with Sister Feng? How does it concern me?" Brother Deng suddenly turned around and put his arm around Zhao Wen's shoulder when he heard his younger brother mention him.

"Ah Wen said he'd write a song for me, Lao Wu, you'd better remember that..."

Zhao Wen's hearing Feng Feifei call Wu Deng "Old Wu" further confirms that the two have a close relationship. Furthermore, the fact that Brother Deng respectfully addresses "Sister Feng" in public and calls Liu Jiachang "Brother Chang" demonstrates that every successful person is truly not simple. Given Wu Deng's current status, if a pretentious idiot were to take his place, the entire facade would crumble.

Wu Deng laughed heartily: "My dear brother Wen is exceptionally talented, his articles are widely read and admired, and he keeps his promises. Sister Feng, don't worry, I don't need to remember this."

Feng Feifei lowered her head and took a small sip of tea, suppressing a laugh. She raised her chin slightly, indicating to Wu Deng that Teacher Liu was looking this way.

Liu Jiachang looked at Zhao Wen gently and said, "Mr. Snail, we drank the wine you just offered. Let me return the favor." He then picked up his glass and raised it to Zhao Wen.

"I wouldn't dare let Teacher Liu toast me, I'll toast you instead!" Zhao Wen quickly raised his glass, not bothering to correct Liu Jiachang's form of address, and stood up to drink the wine in one gulp.

Wu Deng was a step behind. He had originally intended to join Zhao Wen, but seeing that Zhao Wen's eyes were already red after only a few drinks, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Awen, have a cup of ginseng tea. Let's use tea instead of wine. We brothers are loyal to each other, so it doesn't matter who drinks more."

"Brother Chang, how about Ah Wen uses tea instead of alcohol?"

"Of course! Ah Wen is really straightforward. Even if his alcohol tolerance is a little low, his boldness is undeniable!" Liu Jiachang smiled even more gently, fully agreeing with Wu Deng's suggestion.

Although Wu Deng's smile remained unchanged, Liu Jiachang was no simpleton, having become a godfather of both the entertainment and underworld circles in Taiwan. He was also well-connected with both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Wu Deng noticed his slight distance from Zhao Wen and immediately protected him. Was this a case of the new person surpassing the old? I am still your guide, your chief protector!

Zhao Wen was indeed very nauseous about the XO he drank today. He felt the same way about all foreign liquors in his previous life, and he didn't expect that even with a healthy body, he would still feel the same way.

Finally, Wu Deng arranged a "Prime Minister's Suite" for him to rest. Although he really wanted to exchange a joke with the master, he was too dizzy and confused, so he decided to do it next time.

It's not that Brother Deng was reluctant to book a "presidential suite," it's just that the Grand Hotel only has two presidential suites. One is the Eisenhower Presidential Suite, which is a commemorative room and can only be visited; the other is not open to the public and requires an official reception certificate to use.

The next morning, Wu Deng arrived at the Yuanshan Hotel, where he had arranged to complete the handover with the two shareholders who were transferring their shares that morning.

Two hours later, Zhao Wen found 300 million original shares of UMC in his bag. These were anonymous, so they did not affect the nature of the original shares.

"Ah Wen, I've heard of UMC before, but I didn't think much of it. How come you just casually threw in so much money?"

In the back seat of the BMW, Wu Deng asked Zhao Wen, who was sitting next to him, with a puzzled look.

"Brother Deng, this investment won't be profitable in the short term, and may even result in losses for many years. But as long as UMC holds on for these few years, I can live a comfortable life as a wealthy man for the rest of my life."

Wu Deng was incredibly puzzled and itchy when he saw Zhao Wen pull out five bank drafts from Formosa Bank without even blinking and complete a transaction of 2400 million. Now he was going to continue subscribing in Hsinchu. Even after deducting the money spent on filming "Princess Pearl", he still had tens of millions in his account. Should he also buy some for fun with his little brother?

"So tell me, Ah Wen, I have 1000 million in savings right now, can I play a game with you?"

"Is it spare money, Brother Deng? If it is, of course you can! We're brothers in arms..."

"Its sharpness can break gold!" Wu Deng played a game of idiom chain, then hugged Zhao Wen and chuckled, "Let's buy 500 million worth then, who cares when it appreciates in value, I trust you!"

"But Wen, don't you keep any money for yourself?" Wu Deng felt even more affection for Zhao Wen today because Zhao Wen counted out the "Taiwanese cash" in front of him!

More than 70 million? Good heavens, do you have no idea who I am? This is like showing off lamb chops to a hungry wolf!

"Brother Deng, do you think I need working capital?" Zhao Wen looked at Wu Deng with a smug grin, making Brother Deng almost want to rob those Taiwanese banknotes!

Zhao Wen issued a bearer promissory note at Formosa Bank yesterday, splitting it into more than ten notes for easier settlement. However, this type of payment is extremely risky. If my brother Deng had just robbed it and then disposed of the evidence, he could have easily reaped NT$7000 million!

But Zhao Wen was just that open and honest; not only did he count the money in front of him, but he also kept saying that it couldn't be lost, because if it were lost, anyone could redeem it...

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In Tokyo, the situation had already become incredibly heated the day before Zhao Wen set off for Taipei.

The incident began when a very small number of sample copies of "Norwegian Wood" somehow leaked out of the system a little over a week ago and ended up in the hands of book critics, wealthy businessmen, and cultural celebrities.

It's only August 26th, five or six days before the original release date, and several tabloids have already bombarded the pages with headlines like "The First Love Letter of the Showa Era," "The First Extraordinary Book of All Time," and "A Masterpiece That Rewrites the History of Japanese Literature"—titles so exaggerated they're almost unbelievable. Along with the name "Mr. Snail," it's ignited a second fire in Tokyo's cultural circles.

Ordinary book fans were completely outraged.

The die-hard fans who had built up the "Love Letter" fanbase, along with music lovers who had come from the vinyl record market, numbered in the hundreds, and they protested every day outside the Lecture Hall Publishing House, demanding early release and fair purchasing.

The one who made the biggest fuss was that "national treasure-level baseball player" who had once spontaneously promoted and helped "Love Letter" rebound in sales.