Reborn in 1994: Starting from the Autumn Harvest

Chen Mian and his brother came back after having a cigarette. The disco music in the dance hall was coming to an end, and Yao Yuan specially brought a microphone, saying that they were tired of dancing and it was time to sing.

"Puff~ Puff~"

"Our karaoke bar has a long-standing rule: we take turns singing. Everyone volunteers to sing first, and then we designate the next person to sing."

"We don't mind if a poem or two is too long, and we don't mind if it's too short..."

Yao Yuan took the microphone and explained all the rules, ending with a "GG" (a Chinese internet slang term for losing). He then personally sang the opening lines for everyone.

"The one I love has flown away, and the one who loves me..."

The boss's opening act, with its singing and dancing, captivated many. One person after another took the stage in a relay, but Chen Mian, from a futuristic perspective, found it incredibly awkward.

Everyone just played their own songs, and I sang mine. Slow songs sounded like recitations, and fast songs sounded like memorizing texts. Some people even had trembling voices from nervousness.

"Next, I choose Zhang Chao."

Chen Mian was chatting quietly with Cheng Haichao when she heard the name "Zhang Chao". She stopped and turned around to look, and it really was Zhang Chao next to Zhou Hui.

The man straightened his clothes, then deliberately glanced in their direction with a smug, demonic smile.

"I'm going to sing 'The Legend of the Hungry Wolf'."

The background music wasn't loud, but his voice grew louder and louder, and his speech became faster.

"Er Mian, I have a feeling this kid will pick us next. Let's retreat." Cheng Haichao was a little worried.

Chen Mian, with her arm around his shoulder and back, said confidently, "What's there to be afraid of? It's just singing a couple of lines. His Cantonese isn't good either; it sounds like he's mixing garlic with his mouth."

Cheng Haichao had a long face, completely unconcerned about whether his Cantonese was authentic or not. Anyway, people who can sing Cantonese are looked up to these days.

He went through all the songs Chen Mian had sung over the years in his mind, and they could be pieced together to resemble a person, but they were definitely not pleasant to listen to.

And my own voice is as bad as a broken gong, not to mention...

"Let's not embarrass ourselves. Let's go out and come back later. The person you're meeting with is almost here."

Seeing that Cheng Haichao was so determined to leave, Chen Mian glanced at the time and realized it was already past 11:30. Yao Wang should indeed arrive while she was out having a meal.

"Okay, let's go eat."

The two had barely gotten up and taken two steps when the singing inside the room abruptly stopped, followed by Zhang Chao's voice: "I choose the one over there wearing work pants."

Cheng Haichao knew very well that Chen Mian was the only one wearing work clothes here, and he specifically reminded her to change her clothes when she came in the morning.

But Chen Mian had her own set of reasons for doing things her own way, which left him with no way to change that.

He was about to grab Chen Mian and leave when he realized he had grasped nothing; the person beside him had vanished.

Turning around abruptly, I saw Chen Mian turn back with her back perfectly straight.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Mian walked over confidently.

He took the microphone with a smile, which surprised Zhang Chao. Weren't they all scared and about to leave?

Zhou Hui and Gu Li on the other side couldn't help but take another look, somewhat puzzled as to where Chen Mian got her confidence from, and without saying a word, she stepped onto the stage.

Gu Li leaned close to Zhou Hui's ear and whispered, "You're in the same class, can he sing?"

Zhou Hui was quite certain that Chen Mian hadn't shown any outstanding qualities during his two years of junior high school, and his singing was just empty yelling. But when she saw the confidence emanating from him, she couldn't help but feel a little self-doubt.

"Probably not?"

At this moment, Yao Yuan asked with a look of curiosity, "Brother, what song do you want to sing?"

"Pearl of the Orient".

In his past life, Chen Mian often gathered with a group of people from all over the country in a live singing room. Every time it was his turn, he would sing a song by Luo Dayou.

When there are funerals in the village, they will hire singers and dancers, and he will be called up to sing a song. His typhoon skills are all from practicing on the ground, which is far superior to those greenhorns in the house.

I smiled from the bottom of my heart when I heard Zhang Chao choose me.

"The Pearl of the Orient?!"

"Who is this person? They can even sing this song?"

"This is Chen Mian from our village. I've never heard of him singing."

……

People looked at the unremarkable Chen Mian with some surprise, while Cheng Haichao, standing at the door, was completely dumbfounded.

How come I didn't know he could sing "Pearl of the Orient"? Could it be that he's been practicing it secretly since I haven't seen him for the past few days?

Before long, Yao Yuan brought over the cassette tape of "Pearl of the Orient," as there are very few young people singing this song nowadays.

As the intro began, the drumbeats resonated in everyone's hearts, and they all fell silent.

"The little river meanders southward."

"Flowing to Hong Kong~ to take a look~"

Chen Mian's voice is not very distinctive and lacks any special skills, but her young vocal cords give off a sense of vicissitude.

With his eyes closed and a look of deep concentration, his hands moved rhythmically, each word conveying a sense of gentle, unhurried storytelling.

Zhang Chao stood by the wall with his mouth slightly open, completely frozen. He had been waiting to see him make a fool of himself, but he hadn't expected him to actually do it.

The two best friends beside him stared intently at Chen Mian's face, completely dumbfounded. Why did he sing so well? His every move looked so natural and comfortable.

Before they knew it, everyone had lost track of time, and the song reached its climax.

"Let the sea breeze caress us for five thousand years~"

"Every tear seems to speak of your dignity."

Just as Chen Mian was about to continue singing, she noticed Yao Wang, dressed in a suit and tie, walk in.

"Next, Zhang Chao."

Nobody wanted to hear Zhang Chao's wailing. One girl asked urgently, "Sing! Why did you stop singing?"

"Yes, it's reached its climax."

"Have you finished singing?"

No matter what people said, Chen Mian didn't respond. She put down the microphone and walked straight to the door.

Yao Yuan, who was standing to the side, immediately realized that it was his older brother. As they walked, he introduced him, "This is Chen Mian."

"Hello, Brother Yao." Chen Mian extended her left hand.

After receiving the news from home, Yao Wang rushed back home as soon as he got off work, showing great interest in this business deal worth over ten thousand yuan.

He looked at Chen Mian with some surprise. In the years he had been running his business, he had seen many customers shake hands, but very few farmers had been so enthusiastic and proactive, shaking hands and waving their hands.

I had this strange feeling that the other person was a loan officer.

"That was a fantastic performance! I came here just by listening to the song, it was so captivating."

"It's just so-so, I really made a fool of myself."

Chen Mian responded modestly, while reaching out to pull the still bewildered Cheng Haichao along, and led the way out.

As Chen Mian and Cheng Haichao left with a man in a suit, the quiet hall became noisy again.

"Who is that person? The watch on his wrist doesn't look cheap."

"Chen Mian is from our village. He's always worn his brother's old clothes since he was a child. Didn't you see he's still wearing work clothes? Not many people are willing to go out and play with him."

"The one in the suit is Yao Yuan's older brother; he's already a city dweller. But how did he and Chen Mian meet?"

……

Inside the private room, Cheng Haichao stared blankly as Chen Mian and Yao Wang discussed loan issues in detail, even bringing the land certificate with them.

The two of them talked back and forth, their words logical and well-founded, their conversation flowing smoothly, leaving him completely bewildered.

Suddenly, I felt like I had wasted more than a decade of my life, as if I was only getting to know Chen Mian today.

Chen Mian personally poured Yao Wang a cup of tea: "Brother Yao, my request is very simple. Normally, my collateral is definitely not enough to cover 10,000 yuan. I hope you can help me communicate and resolve this."

Yao Wang took a sip of tea to suppress his surprise.

In all my years of work, I've never had a client as straightforward as Chen Mian. She understands everything I say and provides timely feedback.

However, the collateral is the core issue, directly affecting whether the loan will be successful.

However, there is a solution, it's just a bit complicated, and it's debatable whether it's worth doing.

He hesitated for a few seconds: "I need to take a look at your cotton field first."

When will you watch it?

"Now."

"Walk."

Cheng Haichao: "..."

He actually wanted to lease the land.