"I'm not in a position to reveal the details, because Mr. Han Yang... is a man who's indifferent to fame and wealth." Xue Qian shook his head.
"Indifferent to fame and wealth!" Candy narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "It's really rare for such a talented songwriter not to compose for fame, but to keep his faith. Well, put aside his identity, let's talk about something else. For instance, how old Mr. Han Yang is? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he handsome? How's his personality? I wish you to answer these questions to satisfy the fans' curiosities."
"Ha, ha, ha, OK. Then I'll tell you." Xue Qian smiled and shook his head, saying, "I haven't been in touch with Mr. Han Yang for long, but I know him to some degree. First of all, Mr. Han Yang's talent is beyond any doubt. He's the most... special songwriter I have ever seen."
"He's a very handsome man who is at about 26. I don't know if I am right."
"Wow, he's a young and hand
Why Pearson came with these two people? That was obviously on account of Pearson's "professionalism". He noticed that although 10 membership cards had been sold, only nine members were coming here recently. So he inquired and learned that Wang Qiang had three cards, one of which belonged to his granddaughter or grandson who came here for dinner occasionally. Pearson, therefore, came up with a new idea. After importuning, he succeeded in persuading Wang Qiang to lend him the membership card when he did not bring his grandchild to dinner. However, it still required Zhang Han's approval. So Pearson went straight to Zhang Han after entering the restaurant and whispered with embarrassment, "Boss, I want to ask you a favor." Pearson did not have to say anything once he identified himself in other restaurants at other times. His identity did make him an honorable guest. But he knew that a food agent was sim
"No!" Yu Qingqing cried out, stood up and gave Pearson an angry stare, saying, "You should be grateful that you can have a meal for members. How can you push your luck? Boss, leave him alone and just do your own things. You can't take the spiced goose away!" Yu Qingqing, who liked meat best, could not accept the spiced goose slipping past her eyes. "Uh..." Pearson looked at Zhang Han painfully and said, "Boss, can I try a little, just a little." "Boss, in fact... in fact, I also want to have a try." Liang Mengqi whispered. "Boss, ah... I don't have to eat, but I want to give my dad a piece of goose liver." Sun Dongheng said shyly. He was aware of the value of the goose liver from what Pearson said just now. It was Pearson's tone that revealed that the goose liver was not inferior to French goose liver and was of best quality. Sun Dongheng, therefore, wanted his father to have a try. He did not know h
In short, no matter what Pearson thought, the nonmembers felt a little sad though the egg fried rice and the noodle soup were as fragrant as usual. Imagine when you were eating delicious egg fried rice in the restaurant with their favorite meat dishes that they were not allowed to eat served nearby and a man who kept saying how delicious the food was beside, coupled with the fragrance of the food as well as the appearance of the spiced goose, you were bound to be envious. As a result, the first group of guests had a terrible dinner experience today. When they almost ate the meat up, the non-members tasted egg fried rice and noodle soup as usual. The restaurant became quiet after dinner. Zhang Li and Zhou Fei cleaned up the restaurant and chatted for a while on the second floor. Then Zhang Li and Li Anna went home. Zi Yan wanted to return to the Yunyin Garden. With Mengmeng's permission, they went out and headed to
"Were they all written by one person? Hanyang? I think I heard the name somewhere." Zi Yan said doubtfully, searching for the information of Hanyang in her mind. She just could not remember the name. "Don't you remember Hanyang? The old witch referred to him on the meeting last time and even reprimanded our songwriters on account of him!" Zhou Fei reminded her. "Ah!" Zi Yan did a double-take and covered her mouth with an outcry. She looked at Zhou Fei with eyes widened and said, "Is that Hanyang who wrote three fine songs for Xue Qian?" "Yes, it's he! Oh, my god. Never did I think he was a master of songwriters. He produced four excellent songs in one day. It's virtually beyond my imagination!" Zhou Fei repeatedly exclaimed. "It's amazing." Zi Yan was surprised. She did appreciate such versatile people. "I'll leave a message on his Weibo. If he can write you a fine song, it'll be great!
Zhang Han absolutely did not know how his excellent songs, which came out in advance, influenced the Entertainment Circle. However, this was just a beginning. At this time in the dining room, Mengmeng was watching cartoons, while Zhang Han was sitting in front of the computer since he was free and watching at Weibo to check messages one by one. Music anchor Ao Qiang, "Dear Mr. Hanyang, I'm Ao Qiang, a free musician. After listening to the songs you wrote, I think highly of you, and the songs are well written. When I heard of your great deeds and learned that you would choose the winners to write them songs, I also want to try to obtain a song from you." Ao Qiang? Zhang Han narrowed his eyes and replied to him under his message after a pause, "Tell me your email and I'll give you a song named We Are So Different." He continued to check the following messages. Nuan Wen, "Hello, elder brot
The emergence of the 16 songs in succession lifted billows in the Entertainment Circle. Some media companies and popular singers could keep calm and waited the other day. But now they were completely unable to sit still. Almost everyone knew that Hanyang was bound to have fine songs. If they acquired one, they would get tremendous attention and gained popularity, which brought only good results. As a result, A-list popular singers also began to leave messages on Zhang Han's Weibo. The arrangements of popular singers were embodied. The instance they sent out their messages, a lot of fans gave their likes one after another. Except for the previous message of Xue Qian, all other messages were overwhelmed for a moment. The hot posts were ranked according to the number of their likes. The number of likes of those popular singers' messages rose up quickly and came out in front. However, this was just a beg
At noon of the day, in the Royal Entertainment Company. "Elder Sister Yan, your album... is off the market," Zhou Fei said with a helpless expression. "Oh." Zi Yan responded. Her delicacy face was as calm as ever, but a trace of loss and fatigue flashed through her eyes. "En..." Zhou Fei hesitated for a moment and said finally, "Album sales totaled 23,000. It's all because that Hanyang made so many excellent songs up to fifty at once. Alas, the media companies that got the songs has been hyped crazy. People's attention is all on those fifty songs, leading to the complete failure of our album." "Um." Zi Yan took a gentle breath and said, "That's all right. We failed this time. We'll come back next time." "Well, I don't know when it will be next time. So many artists of our company went to Hanyang's Weibo for songs, but none of them succeed. The old witch just lost her temper in the offic
Zhao Feng's expression was rigid for a moment. Although he knew that the Boss might not take Tang Zhan seriously, he did not expect that in the eyes of the Boss, Tang Zhan, who was in high status, was regarded as a nonentity! Nonentity? Maybe... Zhao Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, and his eyes were full of helplessness and complication. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone rang. A minute after he answered the phone, his face became grave. "Well, I see." Zhao Feng answered, hanging up the phone, and looked at Zhang Han. "What's wrong? Tang Zhan asked you to tackle me?" Zhang Han asked casually. Looking at his expression, it seemed that he didn't worry about what Zhao Feng would do at all. "No..." Zhao Feng shook his head with a bitter smile and said in a deep tone, "Tang Zhan is going to hold a meeting at 1:00 p.m." "Oh." Zhang Han nodded.