Huayu98: Starting with mentoring pop divas

After drawing the resource rewards, Li Shuo, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, snapped out of his reverie.

I feel a slight tingling sensation in my body, and my sense of power is slowly filling up... It seems that the ability I just gained was not achieved overnight, but it's not uncomfortable to continue to integrate into this state.

Anything that helps him become stronger is a good thing, and he was in a good mood about this unexpected gain.

He pretended to reach into his pocket, took out a yellow arrow he had just drawn, opened it, and casually handed it out.

"Wow! Chewing gum! Where did you get that?!"

Lin Junjie's eyes lit up, and he took it as if it were some rare and exotic object.

Even Sun Yanzi, who had been quietly standing to the side, couldn't resist and carefully picked up a piece, opened the packaging, and chewed it.

"It's so hard to get a piece of chewing gum in Singapore!"

Zheng Xiuwen also muttered as she took it, peeled off the silver foil, and put it in her mouth.

"The fine for littering chewing gum is high, but I think it's justified. However, the ban on buying and selling it is too strange. One of my backup dancers at the concert team was suspected of smuggling when she went through the airport gate before. She brought too much of this stuff and didn't declare it."

"At first I thought it would just be a fine! But when they investigated, I was terrified! If it's confirmed as smuggling, the fine would be 10 Singapore dollars? Otherwise, I'd be in jail for two years! Luckily, Brother Jin handled it and we reached a settlement."

Zheng Xiuwen looked terrified.

Li Shuo noticed that all three of them had conscientiously kept the foil packaging for later disposal.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the "Fine City".

Thinking about their complaints... I also found it amusing.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly useless item was actually quite valuable in Singapore during the system's lottery.

Many people think that Singapore only has a heavy fine for spitting out chewing gum, with a maximum fine of 5000 Singapore dollars (25,000 RMB)!

But there's an even more bizarre measure: a ban that came into effect in 1992.

Out of consideration for maintaining the cleanliness of the public environment and preventing chewing gum from damaging public facilities.

Strict regulations prohibit the sale of these products in all ordinary stores, convenience stores, and supermarkets.

You won't find chewing gum in Singapore!

If you really want to buy it?

Yes... You can go see a doctor first and get proof that you have a "medical need," such as to alleviate jawbone recovery or to help quit smoking, before you can go to the designated pharmacy to buy some.

Furthermore, purchase records will be strictly registered.

That's simply outrageous.

This little interlude eased the tension.

After what Zheng Xiuwen has heard and seen in the past two days, she has developed an immense anticipation for the two electronic dance tracks that Li Shuo promised.

"Oh, right," she suddenly remembered something.

"Li Shuo, you said you wanted me to become the most... most what... in Asian history again?"

Li Shuo smiled jokingly upon hearing this.

"I was just joking around, but I want Sammi to dethrone Mai Shiranui and become the most skilled fan-wielder in Asia!"

"Huh?" Zheng Xiuwen was taken aback.

"Right! It's hard to explain in a short time." Li Shuo patted Lin Junjie on the shoulder next to him.

"My senior studied fine arts, and before I delivered the mixing and arrangement these past two days, I asked him to draw up my makeup, styling, and visual concepts for your new album. You'll see soon enough."

Lin Junjie was a little confused by his sudden "entrustment of an important task".

But seeing that even pop diva Zheng Xiuwen was looking at him, he felt a surge of excitement at being recognized and included in the core, and nodded hurriedly, "Leave it to me! Don't worry!"

Li Shuo found it amusing to see how energetic he was.

Unexpectedly, this guy, who was later dubbed by the media as the most skilled at cultivating PUA fans, is now using it quite skillfully.

He then turned to Sammi Cheng, lowered his voice, and said seriously, "Sammi, there's one more thing you need to do. Find a good Peninsula language teacher and start learning."

"Learn the Peninsula language?" Zheng Xiuwen was even more puzzled.

"Yes." Li Shuo nodded in affirmation.

"I'm optimistic about the entertainment industry on the Korean Peninsula. Their government is now fully promoting cultural exports, and the idol industry system is already in place. In just a few years, the influence of the Korean Wave will likely sweep across Asia, and even impact the markets in China and Japan. Don't be fooled by how well Hong Kong seems to be doing now; we need to plan ahead for this."

He pointed in the direction of the recording studio.

"After the Mandarin or Cantonese versions of 'Farewell Song' and 'Love You Till I Die' are completed, and the songs I will give you later will also need to be recorded in the Peninsular language to push them into the Peninsular market."

Zheng Xiuwen looked at Li Shuo, who was speaking eloquently in front of her. He had handsome features and even a touch of youthful thinness.

But what he said struck a chord with her, an industry insider.

She was only 16 when she was just starting out and knew nothing. How could her younger brother have come up with all this ideas?!

Just then, the phone of Li Jin, the agent who was quietly chewing a piece of gum next to him, rang.

After finishing the call, he turned to Zheng Xiuwen.

"Sammi, the concert team meeting is about to start."

Zheng Xiuwen nodded, her diva mode instantly returning.

"Yes, although the number of matches has been reduced, we must give our best in every remaining match."

She stood up, left Li Shuo with the words "We'll talk in detail in a couple of days," and hurriedly left the recording studio.

Li Shuo also went out to see them off.

The shed fell silent.

At this moment, Sun Yanzi, who had been waiting like a nobody, suddenly brightened up and chased after him.

The school corridor was quiet. Seeing Li Shuo's back, I quickly walked a few steps closer and called out, "Li Shuo, would you like to have a meal and chat sometime?"

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A junkyard at a dock in Singapore.

A lean old man with dark skin, wearing a floral shirt, was sitting on an overturned wooden box, slowly rolling a cigarette.

A few steps away from him stood a dark-skinned man with a beard.

He threw a punch at a sack that was hanging from a crane and swaying back and forth.

Because the old man said that his fists were not allowed to stop until he finished smoking his cigarette!

boom! boom! boom!

The bearded man was already very tired, but the old man, though he had rolled out his cigarette, did not light it.

He was already panting like a broken bellows, so he could only keep throwing punches and dared not stop for a moment!

At first, a few suppressed groans and pleas for mercy could be heard coming from inside the sack. But as his punches continued, the sounds gradually weakened, leaving only the muffled thuds of the sack swaying softly.

On the edge of this oppressive atmosphere of violence, a middle-aged man with an Asian face who was 1.9 meters tall was watching.

It seems they think that's about enough.

He took out a lighter, lit it, and handed it over.

The old man looked at the fire that he was offered and a smile appeared on his face.

He took a pre-rolled cigarette and lit it.

I took a deep breath!

The tall, middle-aged man had a slightly roguish look on his face, showing signs of fatigue from rushing through his schedule, but he still politely returned the smile.

"Uncle Nian, it's been so long, but you still look so energetic!"

He naturally squatted down next to the old man, chatting like an old friend.

The old man, referred to as Uncle Nian, raised his eyelids slightly towards the source of the muffled sound.

"Satisfied?"

"It's alright, nothing special."

Then listen to the old man, who was usually not very talkative, continue casually.

"I asked around, and this Malay detective is just trying to take advantage of the recent public opinion surrounding Chinese people to gain merit. He's an idiot and doesn't know anything about it."

"That thug only took money from the mixed-race Indian guy to do the job, and by the time his men went to look for him, he had already run away."

After listening to these words, the middle-aged man said no more, patted his pants, and stood up.

"Okay, let me know when you find the one that ran away."

He casually placed an envelope on the wooden box where the old man was sitting.

The old man, referred to as Uncle Nian, picked up the stack of Singapore dollars labeled "Ocean Cruise Ship" and glanced at it. He then took a few puffs of his cigarette, spat out the tobacco sticking to his mouth, and flicked it away casually.

The bearded man, who could no longer throw punches and could only headbutt and bite at the sack, saw the cigarette butt the old man had thrown at him and bounced to his feet with his unfocused eyes. He collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, and burst into tears.

If Li Shuo were here at this moment, he would realize that the crying, dark-bearded man was actually the Malay detective from the Singapore CID who led the team to arrest him yesterday!

Iskandar!

The sack he was throwing a punch at was suddenly opened by several people who appeared abruptly from the shadows around him, and a human-shaped object slid out like "mud" from inside.

He was also an "acquaintance"... the Singaporean gangster who testified against Li Shuo.

As they walked toward the main road outside the dock, the tall, handsome, middle-aged man with an Asian face skillfully took out his phone and dialed a number.

His coldness vanished, replaced by a cheerful expression.

The phone was answered after only two rings.

"Hey?" Li Shuo's voice came from the other end of the phone. Just as this middle-aged, handsome man was about to speak, a woman's voice came from the background, saying she wanted to have dinner with Li Shuo to chat.

Li Mingyao's smile widened instantly, and he spoke into the phone with his usual cheerful voice.

"Son! I've arrived in Singapore! Um... who was that female classmate just now?...?"