Chapter 1794: Music Festival

"Oh my!" Ma Xiaotong perked up and said in an old-fashioned tone: "So it's the big nephew. The young man's image is passable, but I don't know about his voice. Come on, sing a song for your Big Aunt to hear."

Originally, Wan Peng felt quite good inside. Jiang Yuyue was the boss of Future Culture and also the most popular and sought-after singer in the country.

Whether Yang Yuying or Mao Ning were popular, they were all overshadowed by Jiang Yuyue.

Perhaps if Dou Xian'er were still with Black Panther, he could compete, but now he was a bit behind.

Therefore, Wan Peng calling her "Little Aunt" was truly willing.

With this relationship, even if he couldn't walk sideways in Future Culture, the benefits would definitely be huge.

However, Ma Xiaotong calling him "Big Nephew" completely woke him from his good dream, and he felt very awkward inside.

Zhou Andong's status was there; calling him "Uncle" was definitely not a loss.

And Jiang Yuyue was the boss of Future Culture; calling her "Little Aunt" was also willing.

But who the hell are you?

Even if you can be in my Little Aunt's office, it only proves that you might be a company executive, but so what?

Big Nephew, is that something you can call me?

So this guy's anger rose to his heart, and he prepared to retort and teach this woman a good lesson.

My uncle is Zhou Andong, my little aunt is Jiang Yuyue, the boss of Future Culture, what the hell am I afraid of?

Just as he opened his mouth and hadn't made a sound yet, he heard Zhou Andong say.

"This beautiful lady is named Ma Xiaotong, the general manager of Future Culture, and also a shareholder."

"Hello, Big Aunt!"

Wan Peng blurted out without hesitation, and at the same time, he was so scared he broke into a cold sweat, almost causing trouble.

So this woman was also a boss, and the general manager at that. Whether he could get resources in the future all depended on this woman's mood; he had to serve her well.

"Hello, Big Nephew." Ma Xiaotong laughed, looking very happy.

Zhou Andong pointed at Huang Jiamin again: "You also have to call this beautiful lady Aunt. She is the director of the economic department and a shareholder of Future Culture. In the future, whether you can eat your fill..."

"... whether you eat meat or drink soup, whether you drive a sedan or ride a bike, whether you live in a villa or rent a house, all depends on her."

"Hello, Aunt!" Wan Peng called this "Aunt" very crisply.

Huang Jiamin said in Cantonese-accented Mandarin: "Your Mandarin is quite good, but I can still tell you are from Guangdong Province, right? So, you can call me Auntie."

"..."

Wan Peng was almost crying, but he still kept a sunny smile on his face.

"Aunt—ie!"

Huang Jiamin chuckled: "As long as you work hard and your voice isn't bad, I will definitely be able to get you meat to eat."

Finally, without waiting for Zhou Andong to introduce him, Wan Peng bowed to Dou Xian'er.

"Hello, Uncle Dou."

Dou Xian'er's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Alright, you go out and walk around first, come back in half an hour."

"I'll have someone take you around." Ma Xiaotong asked: "I still don't know your name?"

"His name is Wan Peng." Zhou Andong said, sitting down beside Dou Xian'er.

Ma Xiaotong nodded and called her assistant in, a very pretty young girl.

"This is a new singer signed by our company, named Wan Peng. You take him out for a walk and come back in half an hour."

"Big Aunt, Little Aunt, Auntie, Uncle Dou, I'll go out and visit our company first, see you in a while."

The kid called them one by one in front of the assistant, thinking that it wouldn't be long before his identity would spread throughout the company.

By then, he could walk sideways in Future Culture and no one would dare say anything. Thinking this way, being a "big nephew" was actually quite cool.

Everyone in this office was either highly educated or highly intelligent; which one of them wasn't a human spirit?

How could Wan Peng's little thoughts be hidden from these few, but it was just because of Zhou Andong's face.

As long as the kid didn't act up, no one would really say anything; after all, he had already called them "big nephew."

Dou Xian'er took out a cigarette and lit one for Zhou Andong: "During this period, the company's atmosphere has been so oppressive that it's suffocating. Last night I didn't speak all night, just thinking.

It was hard to find a company with such a good working atmosphere, without so many messy things, that allowed me to make music comfortably and quietly, but it was ruined by such a disgusting guy."

"Just now I said, if we really can't avoid it, we'll move the company to Xiangjiang." Huang Jiamin said: "With Chairman Zhou's relationship with Andy Lau, we will definitely be able to gain a foothold."

Ma Xiaotong also repeated what her uncle said: "If you hadn't come, I don't know if I could have persisted."

"It's not that serious." Zhou Andong smiled: "Tell me in detail where the resistance is coming from."

"First is the sales channel." Ma Xiaotong sighed: "All our company's tapes and records, except for counties and towns, have been taken off the shelves by provincial and most municipal distributors. Now, almost everything on the market is pirated.

Another thing is the performance market. Kong Xinghua has declared that whoever dares to invite our company's singers, he will destroy them. Now, large-scale performances across the country refuse to cooperate with us. Even the night clubs in the capital, except for the first bar, don't dare to use our company's singers."

Zhou Andong raised an eyebrow: "Are there no performances in other provinces either?"

"Yes!" Ma Xiaotong nodded: "Originally, there were several large-scale performances that invited Black Panther, Yang Yuying, Mao Ning, and Sister Tian, but they were all suddenly canceled. I suspect that the one with such great energy must be Kong Xingzhong."

Zhou Andong asked: "Continue."

"Then there's the recording studio." Ma Xiaotong looked lucky: "We used to rent the recording studio in Baihua Deep, but later they wouldn't let us use it anymore, no matter how much money we offered."

"Fortunately, our company's own recording studio was built quickly, otherwise I would have surrendered long ago and wouldn't have lasted until now."

Zhou Andong asked helplessly: "With such a big thing happening, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ma Xiaotong glanced at Jiang Yuyue, who was sitting behind the desk.

Ever since Zhou Andong came, the worry on this woman's face had disappeared.

At this moment, she was holding nail polish, leisurely painting her nails.

"Your good sister said you were so busy, don't bother you with such a small matter."

Zhou Andong looked at Jiang Yuyue, and she happened to look up.

Their eyes met, Jiang Yuyue's mouth curled into an arc, then she blinked and lowered her head to continue painting her nails.

Zhou Andong smiled and shook his head: "On June 18th, the Yugong Group is going to hold a music festival. For three days, all Future Culture singers must participate.

Everyone must prepare at least five songs. I want to see how Kong Xinghua is going to kill me." ===== CHAPTER 1795 =====