Chapter 48: You

This song title......

Zhang Xian's lips twitched violently, feeling as powerless as having bought "Lei Bi" or "White Funeral Cola" at a convenience store.

The chorus section also completely imitates the phrasing of "Apple Fragrance."

Is Uncle Zhang's singing still echoing from Six Lanes Hutong?

Are the girls at Shui Zhi Yun Foot Bath Center busy today?

"Big Brother Xian, this is the sister song to your 'Apple Fragrance'—I'm just riding the trend; maybe it'll go viral!"

Seeing Zhang Xian frowning in silence, Liu Dongxu spoke up to explain.

"Dongxu, there are still plenty of submission channels these days—why don't you try sending it to some music companies first?"

Although Zhang Xian himself rose to fame thanks to his dad, the songs he wrote in high school weren't this bad.

But Liu Dongxu's main problem isn't just that it's bad—it's that this isn't songwriting at all; it's plagiarism, and a clumsy one at that, copying everything from the title to the lyrical structure.

Besides, he only wrote lyrics—he plans to use the original melody of "Apple Fragrance." Is this even called songwriting??

"Big Brother Xian, flip to the next page—there's another one."

Seeing Zhang Xian's hesitation, Liu Dongxu spoke again.

"There's more?"

"You're really productive!"

Zhang Xian turned to the next page of the notebook, and when he saw the song title, he was stunned again.

"Position"

You're below, I'm above

You're in front, I'm behind

After reading Liu Dongxu's second song, Zhang Xian went completely numb.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then flicked the butt away—it flew through the sunset's glow, still smoldering, transforming into a brilliant spark, strangely beautiful.

"Dongxu, if this song could actually be released, it might really blow up."

Zhang Xian never imagined the trend of borderline GHS content had finally reached the music industry.

As he said, if this song were released, it would surely stir up some waves—"Sex is the primary productive force" isn't just a joke.

But the problem is, no platform would allow him to release it!

"Big Brother Xian, are you saying this song can't be released?"

"Of course not—China's review environment is nothing like the United States."

Zhang Xian shrugged and handed the notebook back to Liu Dongxu: "Why don't you try releasing it in the United States?"

"Uh..."

Liu Dongxu looked miserable—he had no way to release music in the United States.

Besides, he'd only written the lyrics; the melody was generated by AI, and he had no idea how well the words and music would blend.

He'd originally hoped to take a shortcut—sell the song directly to Zhang Xian, or get him to help promote it—but now it was clear this path was blocked.

"Big Brother Xian, I'm stuck here—think of another way for me!"

"I've got a monthly loan payment of twelve thousand—I need to pay it back. Jiajia's pregnant too, and future expenses won't be small..."

Liu Dongxu pulled Zhang Xian aside and started complaining again.

"There is a way, actually."

Zhang Xian thought for a moment and said: "You bought a Tesla, right? Before you find a real job, you could drive for ride-hailing services—if you work hard, earning twenty thousand a month shouldn't be too hard."

"What!"

"You want me to drive for ride-hailing?"

Liu Dongxu opened his mouth in shock: "Big Brother Xian, I'm a returnee from the United States!"

Zhang Xian shook his head and patted Liu Dongxu on the shoulder: "Dongxu, earning money requires being down-to-earth."

"And I'm not asking you to drive forever—it's just a temporary solution until you find a real job."

"Given your current situation, this is the only solution I can think of."

"Think it over yourself—I'm going back to work on my creations..."

With that, Zhang Xian stepped into his courtyard, leaving Liu Dongxu alone, bewildered in the autumn twilight wind.

Ride-hailing?

Even a dog wouldn't drive that!

I'm a returned overseas student—you want me to drive ride-hailing??

Liu Dongxu silently screamed inside.

At that moment, his father Liu Fusheng walked up beside him; Pang Dachun, Wang Shulan, and the others had already left—he'd come to call Liu Dongxu home for dinner.

"Dongxu, your responsibilities are growing heavier now—twelve thousand a month in loans isn't small change. You must perform well at the company!"

On the way home, Liu Fusheng spoke with solemn gravity.

"Dad, don't worry."

"It's just twelve thousand a month—no big deal!"

Liu Dongxu replied with a forced calm.

After dinner, he hurried back to his room with Wang Jiajia and downloaded the DiDi Driver app.

Twenty minutes later, Liu Dongxu completed registration.

He became a proud DiDi driver.

Earning money through hard work and being down-to-earth—there's nothing shameful about that.

"Dongxu, what are you doing?"

Before the wedding, Wang Jiajia had already moved into the Liu household; they slept in the main bedroom that once belonged to Liu Fusheng and Sun Fengyan, replaced the bed, and added a bit of decoration.

At this moment, Wang Jiajia was half-reclining on the bed scrolling through videos; seeing Liu Dongxu fiddling with his phone for a long time, she couldn't help asking.

"Sign up for a ride-sharing service—my commute is long; if there's someone going the same way, give them a lift and earn a bit to offset electricity costs."

Liu Dongxu had already thought of an excuse: if anyone found out he was taking ride-hailing orders, he'd claim it was ride-sharing.

"Dongxu, you're already exhausted from work—whether or not you take ride-sharing rides doesn't matter."

Wang Jiajia played the role of a virtuous wife, yet she was genuinely surprised; in her mind, Liu Dongxu had never been the type to manage household finances well.

Had his mindset changed after marriage?

Or had I misjudged him all along—was he actually someone who knew how to live frugally?

Due to the nature of her work, Wang Jiajia believed she understood men very well and judged them accurately, yet Liu Dongxu's ride-sharing operation truly baffled her.

"Jiajia, as long as you and the child are comfortable, I don't mind working hard myself."

Moved by his virtuous wife's words, Liu Dongxu leaned in and affectionately stroked Wang Jiajia's belly.

But his hand, as he kept stroking, began to lose control.

"No roughhousing during the first three months."

"Right, right, I'll control myself."

"Alright, lie down..."

Wang Jiajia pouted, then tied up her hair.

The next day.

Zhang Xian still slept until he woke naturally.

Ding!

Number One Lying Flat Assistant's income yesterday: 210,000 yuan!

Host received double earnings: 420,000 yuan!

Number Two Lying Flat Assistant's income yesterday: 3,410,000 yuan!

Host received double earnings: 6,820,000 yuan!

Opened his eyes—7 million yuan instantly deposited!

Can't spend it all—this money is simply impossible to spend!

Zhang Xian silently marveled in his mind, and at the same time, he finally understood the outrageous earning power of a top female celebrity.

In just one day, Chu Yourong earned more than most people could make in a lifetime—truly terrifying.

If there were a few more Lying Flat Assistants like this, it would be even better.

As Zhang Xian was thinking this, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Chu Yourong calling.

Wow, speak of the devil and he appears!

Zhang Xian answered the call; Chu Yourong's voice came through: "Zhang Xian, I'm at the entrance to your alley—have you woken up yet?"