Chapter 229: Heading to Los Angeles

The next day, every media outlet across Asia was dominated by the same news—

"Xiang Fei's 'Original Aspiration' Concert Stuns Asia — Entertainment Godfather Is Well Deserved!"

The front page of the Xiangjiang Daily featured a photo of Xiang Fei singing with a chorus of stars, with a bold headline: "Xiang Fei's Hung Hom Concert — Eighty Thousand Audience Members in Tears at the Hung Hom!"

-Mainland China's Entertainment Weekly devoted an entire page to analysis: "Xiang Fei proved in two hours that his talent is beyond doubt!"

-Taiwan's Star Daily sighed: "One concert, half the history of Chinese-language music!"

-Japan's Asahi Entertainment unusually used a Chinese headline: "Xiang Fei — Emperor of Asian Entertainment!"

-South Korea's Seoul Entertainment **directly called him: "Xiang Fei, Entertainment Godfather!"

Xiang Fei was reading the newspaper at home when his phone suddenly rang.

"Ah Fei, congratulations!" Han Shanping's hearty voice came through. "The whole of Asia is talking about your concert right now!"

Xiang Fei laughed and replied: "Uncle Han is too kind — it's all thanks to friends giving face."

Han Shanping shifted the topic: "Speaking of business — let's set off for America tomorrow. The Oscars side is about to begin, and the PR team is already prepared."

After hanging up, Xiang Fei immediately dialed several key numbers—

The first call went to Hong Jinbao: "Third Brother, we're flying to Los Angeles tomorrow — the Oscars are about to start!"

Hong Jinbao's signature loud laughter came from the other end: "Hahaha! I already ironed my suit!"

The second call went to Zhou Xingxing: "Xingzai, get ready to head to Los Angeles tomorrow."

Zhou Xingxing stammered on the other end: "Fei-ge... I'm so nervous my stomach hurts..."

The third call went to Li Bingbing: "Bingbing, you and Uncle Han fly directly from Jingcheng — we'll rendezvous in Los Angeles."

Li Bingbing's excited voice came through: "Don't worry, guide! I've already prepared ten gowns!"

At ten in the evening, Zhou Huimin finished her engagements and returned home, only to find her husband packing.

"In such a rush?" she asked, puzzled.

Xiang Fei turned and embraced his wife: "The Oscars are about to begin. Uncle Han called — we leave tomorrow."

Xiang Fei lovingly scratched her nose and added: "Go pack your bags, my future Oscar Best Actress."

Late at night in the bedroom—

Zhou Huimin tossed and turned in bed: "**Ah Fei, which dress should I wear? That nude-pink one? Or the black one?"

Xiang Fei was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open: "Bring them all... bring them all..."

Early in the morning, Xiang Yang rubbed his eyes as he walked into the bedroom: "Daddy, Mommy, where are you going?"

Xiang Fei squatted down and kissed his son: "Daddy's going to America to get a trophy. You have to be good and listen to Grandpa and Grandma."

Little Xiang Yang suddenly ran off, and a moment later came back hugging his own toy trophy: "Take this, Daddy! You'll definitely win!"

Zhou Huimin took the toy with reddened eyes, while Xiang Fei scooped up his son and spun him around: "With Yangyang's trophy, Daddy will definitely win!"

At the door, Xiang Zuo yawned and urged: "Bro, if we don't leave now we'll miss the flight!"

Xiangjiang International Airport had long been swarmed by reporters—

"Guide! Are you confident about winning an award at this Oscars?"

"Vivian! Are you nervous attending the Oscars for the first time?"

"I heard Leonardo DiCaprio was involved in the guide's last film??"

Xiang Fei shielded his wife with one hand and flashed a "V" sign at the cameras with the other: "Everything is up to fate. What matters is that Chinese-language cinema can reach the world."

Zhou Huimin waved gracefully, and camera flashes instantly lit up in a blaze.

After the plane took off, Zhou Huimin finally could not resist her drowsiness and fell asleep leaning on her husband's shoulder.

Xiang Fei gently draped a blanket over her, gazed at the sea of clouds outside the window, his thoughts drifting—

A flight attendant brought champagne, and Xiang Fei raised his glass toward the rising sun outside the porthole:

"To cinema, to music, to everyone who believes in dreams."