Chapter 529

Zhou Andong thought for a moment, then spoke into the microphone: "While listening to this song, I hope everyone will put down the drinks in your hands, close your eyes, and listen quietly to feel it."

"Ding-ding-dong-dong..." Zhou Andong strummed the guitar strings.

"The plum blossoms of the third nine-day period have reddened the snow-covered mountains; the crescent moon shines on the weary, casting shadows of desolate branches; the young man drives his carriage, clutching a long whip in his hand; the river breeze blows across his flushed face..."

The room instantly fell silent. Some people really did close their eyes, listening quietly to this very special song.

"How long has the clear river water been flowing? Like a wanderer who leaves and never looks back; the young woman stands alone at the doorway, tears in her eyes, gazing across how many autumns..."

The young men exchanged glances, their hearts heaving like crashing waves.

To those who didn't understand music, this song was pleasant to hear, but to those who did—especially those who moved in music circles—the shock this song brought was just like hearing *Blue and White Porcelain* for the first time; it was simply indescribable in words. So, songs could be written and sung like this, too.

"The gongs and drums sound, it is the first month of the lunar year; in the sound of firecrackers, the ground is covered in red; every household lights lanterns; it is another year of good harvest..."

The song ended, and the room was terrifyingly quiet. Zhou Andong stood up, handed the guitar to the chubby girl standing under the stage who was still staring at him blankly, and then walked back to the private room.

"Whoosh!" Only then did the applause erupt like a tidal wave, one wave after another.

Tang Lin gave a thumbs up: "Brother Dong, this song is too good. Personally, I feel it's better than *Blue and White Porcelain*."

Zhang Zuo curled his lip, his face full of disdain, but the look in his eyes as he watched Zhou Andong held an unconcealable admiration.

Chang Meng Weihua walked over with a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai: "Brother Dong, I must toast you."

Before Zhou Andong could speak, he took a sip first: "This song is too good. Brother Dong, to be able to write a song like this, you must be a person with a story."

Zhou Andong said pretentiously: "I have stories, and you have wine, but other than Jiang Xiaobai, there's nothing else I like to drink."

The two young women sitting beside Gu Qing looked at Zhou Andong with stars in their eyes.

Gu Qing glanced at them and said with a smile: "Chairman, if I weren't so old and already married, I would definitely pursue you regardless of everything."

"Mm-mm-mm!" A young girl nodded vigorously: "Director Jian is too beautiful, she puts too much pressure on me, otherwise I would also pursue you regardless of everything."

Zhou Andong laughed heartily and raised his wine bottle: "Come on, let's have one!"

"Clink!" Everyone clinked their glasses.

The young men were silent for a long while, and one of them looked toward the long-haired young man.

"Lao Xian'er, what do you think of this song?"

Lao Xian'er shook his head slightly: "This is a special song. It doesn't just describe the environment and atmosphere; it also contains rich layers of emotion and story. To be honest, this song is just like *Blue and White Porcelain*; I am not qualified to evaluate it."

Another young man said: "When I first heard *Cheers, Friend*, I just thought it was okay, really just okay. But the subsequent *Blue and White Porcelain* completely stunned me."

"Although it was a promotional song for the Jiangzhou Distillery, the talent of its lyricist and composer, Lei Feng, is absolutely no worse than those masters from Hong Kong and Taiwan. At that time, I thought that with Lei Feng, mainland pop music would definitely be able to compete with Hong Kong and Taiwan music."

"But today, I have met another person whose talent is no less than Lei Feng's. Later, we must go over to say hello and get to know him."

Originally, the chubby girl was supposed to sing two more songs, but she no longer had the heart to sing. After hesitating for a long time, she hugged the guitar and came to the front of the private room.

"Sir, I want to apologize to you."

Zhou Andong was stunned: "Apologize to me?"

"Yes!" the chubby girl said: "You borrowed my guitar to sing, and I thought you were here for an audition, trying to steal my job."

Her words stunned everyone, and then they burst into laughter.

Chang Meng Weihua said with a smile: "You girl, you have quite a suspicious mind. It's a pity, the person was even going to introduce a music company to you."

"What?" The chubby girl blinked, somewhat excitedly: "You were going to introduce a music company to me?"

"That's right!" Chang Meng Weihua said: "He already took your phone number, preparing to contact them and find you again."

The chubby girl bowed to Zhou Andong very straightforwardly: "Thank you!"

Zhou Andong waved his hand: "How about this, I'll give you an address, and you go there yourself tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, okay!" The chubby girl nodded vigorously.

Chang Meng Weihua had a waiter bring paper and a pen. Zhou Andong took them and wrote down an address: "My name is Zhou Andong. You look for someone named Jiang Yuyue or Ma Xiaotong, and just say I introduced you."

The chubby girl carefully folded the note and put it into her pocket. Feeling still uneasy, she touched her pocket with her hand again, then patted it.

"Alright!" Chang Meng Weihua said: "You still have two songs left to sing, hurry up and get on stage."

The chubby girl bowed to Chang Meng Weihua again: "Thank you, boss." After saying that, she turned and ran away.

At this moment, a waiter walked over with a thick stack of banknotes: "Boss, this is the money tipped for the gentleman's singing just now."

Chang Meng Weihua asked: "How much?"

The waiter said: "Ten thousand seven hundred and forty."

"How much?" Zhou Andong asked in disbelief.

The waiter said it again. Zhou Andong smacked his lips, stood up, and was about to leave.

Tang Lin asked: "Where are you going?"

Zhou Andong said very seriously: "To go on stage and sing. I can earn over ten thousand by singing two songs; what kind of damn chairman is this? I'm not doing it anymore, I'll just come here to sing every day."

Chang Meng Weihua laughed heartily and pulled Zhou Andong down to sit: "You'd better sit down. Usually, it's only two or three thousand, at most. Today there's so much because these two songs are good, and your atmosphere-building was too good, bringing everyone's emotions up, so we got this result."

At this time, the young man carrying the video camera arrived, holding a videotape in his hand.

"Brother Hua, the tape is ready."

Chang Meng Weihua took it and placed it in front of Zhou Andong: "Here, it's twenty for a customer to sing a song, and we have live video and audio recording services, but this is more expensive, three hundred and eighty for one song."

Tang Lin said with a smile: "When he told me at the beginning, I thought it wouldn't work. People sing a song for twenty, and recording one costs three hundred and eighty; who the hell would be stupid enough to spend this wasted money?"

"In the end, reality slapped me in the face. Almost everyone who goes on stage to sing requests a recording. And it's not just one song, but two or three, recorded like that."

Zhou Andong looked at Tang Lin in surprise. This kid has quite a business mind, truly grasping the consumer's psychology of showing off.

Getting on stage to sing in front of two or three hundred people, with applause below, and then recording a video to satisfy the craving of being a star.

Then taking the videotape home to show family and friends, showing off and bragging—this gives more sense of achievement than earning any amount of money.