Chapter 1748

"The young man is not bad." Zhou Andong deliberately praised him and stepped into the elevator.

Wan Peng complained in his heart while having to keep a smile on his face, which made him feel a tiredness he had never felt before.

He kept reminding himself: persist, must persist. As long as I get into Future Culture, becoming famous won't be a problem.

The three of them arrived at the reception room. A waiter came in to pour tea for everyone. Zhou Andong saw a set of Kung Fu tea sets on the side.

"Put the thermos here, and bring me that tea set."

The waiter was stunned for a moment. That tea set hadn't been used since it was bought and had always been a decoration.

"What are you still stunned for?" Wan Fuyuan said dissatisfied: "Clean the tea set."

The waiter didn't dare to delay and took the tea set away to clean it.

Wan Fuyuan asked with a smile: "Chairman Zhou, you also understand the tea ceremony?"

"I understand a little." Zhou Andong was very humble and looked at Wan Peng standing on the side: "Don't just stand there, sit down and chat."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Wan Peng actually sat down very obediently, like a good baby.

Seeing Wan Peng like this, Wan Fuyuan and Yang Mei were very satisfied, thinking that their son had finally grown up.

"Uncle Zhou, my dad told me that you could introduce me into Future Culture, and I was so happy I jumped up."

"I can understand your mood." Zhou Andong said seriously: "But there is one thing you must understand: you entering Future Culture is no problem, but how far you can go in the end depends only on yourself."

"I understand." Wan Peng also became serious: "I will definitely work hard and definitely won't let Uncle Zhou down."

"It's not letting me down." Zhou Andong looked at Wan Fuyuan and Yang Mei: "It's not letting your parents down. Of course, there are thousands of paths in life, and it's impossible to walk only one path in a lifetime.

The entertainment industry is just one of these thousands of paths. If you really can't make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry, you must know when to retreat and not walk one path to the end. Because changing to another path might be smooth sailing for you."

"Remember your Uncle Zhou's words." Wan Fuyuan took the opportunity to flatter him: "In terms of experience and achievements, don't say you, your dad, even in all of China, there are few who can be mentioned in the same breath as your Uncle Zhou."

The corners of Zhou Andong's mouth twitched. He didn't know what to say at all.

Fortunately, the waiter came with the tea set. Zhou Andong took the tea tray and began to display his tea ceremony.

Let's put it this way: if you gave Zhou Andong a hundred-yuan tea and a ten-yuan tea.

Besides being able to distinguish that it was tea water, he definitely couldn't tell the good from the bad.

But he watched TV, and those bosses liked to fiddle with the tea ceremony, and it looked very charming.

So he also got a tea set and started learning the tea ceremony, but he only persisted for a while, and then put the not-so-cheap tea set aside to gather dust.

However, this tea ceremony of his, which couldn't even be considered half-baked, was still very bluffing at this time.

Look, in the eyes of Wan Fuyuan and Wan Peng, it was really very stylish, and even Yang Mei watched with great interest.

"I'm going back to the capital on the 8th, and you'll go with me then. In the evening, we'll meet with the senior management of Future Culture."

Zhou Andong said softly while showing off his so-called tea ceremony.

"If you have any conditions or requirements, you must bring them up while I'm there, understand?"

Wan Peng nodded vigorously. Of course, he knew that when Zhou Andong was there, him bringing up conditions was actually Zhou Andong backing him up.

"Of course." Zhou Andong continued: "But you can't be too excessive. You're a novice, and wanting the price of a famous singer is definitely not going to work.

For example, Black Panther, Mao Ning, and the Sweet Song Queen—their conditions are definitely very generous because they are already famous singers and can bring benefits to the company.

You, on the other hand, are still a novice, and the company has to cultivate you and invest in you. For example, training in singing and dancing, finding professional teachers, and finding people to write songs for you.

So, with my relationship, your signing conditions will definitely be better than other newcomers, but you definitely can't compare with famous singers."

Wan Peng said: "I understand."

"Hmm!" At this time, Zhou Andong started brewing tea: "As long as you can understand, that's fine. As long as you work hard, when you become famous, after the company recovers the costs invested in you, they will definitely sign a new contract with you.

You believe in Future Culture so much, you should also know that they are quite kind to the artists under their banner."

"Right!" Wan Peng couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart when he thought about joining Future Culture: "I have a few buddies who are very capable, and they also really want to join Future Culture."

"Whether they want to join or not has nothing to do with me." Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Wait until the day you become famous, and help them yourself."

Wan Fuyuan glared at his son fiercely. Your own affairs haven't landed yet, and you're thinking about helping others. How big must this heart be?

Yang Mei was also very dissatisfied. This child, I thought you had grown up just now, but now I find that you are even more ignorant of what's good for you than before.

Is your Uncle Zhou's favor easy to owe? Is your Uncle Zhou's face something anyone can give?

At this time, Wan Peng also knew he had said the wrong thing and suddenly became a bit nervous, secretly watching Zhou Andong's expression, not daring to speak randomly again.

Zhou Andong brewed the tea, poured it into the tea bowls, and pushed them in front of Wan Fuyuan and Yang Mei.

"See how my craftsmanship is."

Wan Fuyuan picked up the tea bowl, took a shallow sip, and nodded vigorously.

"It's really delicious. The same tea, it's really different from what we usually brew ourselves."

This time Wan Fuyuan wasn't flattering him; he really felt that this tea was more delicious than what he usually brewed in his own tea jar.

"It's really delicious." Yang Mei echoed: "I don't like drinking tea because I think tea is bitter.

Although this cup of tea also has a bit of bitterness, there is an indescribable sweetness afterward."

Zhou Andong also picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, then the corners of his mouth twitched. In the past two days, he really hadn't drunk less of the tea brewed by the waiter, and he really couldn't tell what was different.

"Big Nephew, what songs are you good at singing? Sing one now, let me hear."

This "Big Nephew" sounded like a thunderclap in Wan Peng's ears, shaking him into a daze.

Zhou Andong glanced at him: "Do you think that even if you sing, I can't tell the good from the bad, and can't tell if you're off-key, right?"

Wan Peng was all ready and just about to open his mouth to sing, but he was stunned again when he heard Zhou Andong's words.

Damn, how does this guy know what I'm thinking in my heart?

Zhou Andong started fiddling with the tea ceremony again: "You know Lei Feng, right? The guy who wrote 'Good Days', 'Walking into a New Era', 'Blue and White Porcelain', and 'Cheers, Friend'."

"I know!" Wan Peng nodded blankly, not knowing why Zhou Andong mentioned Lei Feng: "Lei Feng is a god in our circle."

"I am good buddies with the god in your circle, our relationship is very, very iron, the kind where we don't distinguish between you and me.

So, you must grasp this opportunity well. If you satisfy me, I will let Lei Feng write a song for you."

Whoosh, Wan Peng stood up, his eyes staring straight at Zhou Andong.

"Uncle, you... are you telling the truth?"

Zhou Andong smiled slightly: "I never joke with the younger generation."

"I'll sing!"

Wan Peng felt the blood in his body burning, as if his ancient bloodline was about to awaken.

Just as he opened his mouth and the first word was about to be spat out, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Wan Peng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The boiling blood calmed down, and the ancient bloodline that was about to awaken fell asleep again, almost making him unable to catch his breath.

"Come in!" Wan Fuyuan shouted.

Huang Yali pushed the door open and came in: "Chairman, Miss Liao is here."

Zhou Andong said without even raising his head: "Let her in."

As soon as his voice fell, before Huang Yali could go out, Rao Zhanhua walked in, holding a big brother phone in one hand and a leather bag in the other, cursing.

"Damn it, I want to see who is tired of living and is grabbing a woman from me, Guan Erye."