Chapter 302

Zhu Lin had been separated from Wei Ming for a week and missed him terribly. These past few nights, she had been wriggling in bed like a maggot.

She looked at Gong Xue. They had been separated for even longer; it must be even more terrible for her.

Zhu Lin said whatever was on her mind, asking questions that made Gong Xue blush.

*We are, after all, rivals in love. Asking me this, Comrade Zhu Lin, you've crossed the line. *

"Don't be shy, just tell me."

"I won't say. This is personal privacy." Gong Xue refused sternly. *One shouldn't, at least one shouldn't! *

Zhu Lin: "If you won't say, then forget it. It's a pity we're left in an empty room while that brat doesn't know how carefree and happy he is."

"He wouldn't."

"He might not in Hong Kong, but once he goes to England, it's hard to say."

"Go to England?" Gong Xue caught the main point and stared fixedly at Zhu Lin.

"You didn't know?" Zhu Lin smirked. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have said it. Actually, it's nothing; it's all for work."

She briefly explained how Wei Ming had been invited by an opera company because of *The Lion King*. Now, Gong Xue truly had no desire to sleep.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of what would happen if Ma Xiaowei just stayed in England and didn't come back.

This kind of thing wasn't rare in post-reform China, especially in the literary and artistic circles.

"Alright, stop thinking nonsense," Zhu Lin said, being more broad-minded. "If he doesn't come back, you go back to your Gao Lao Zhuang, and I'll go back to my Flower Hua Guo Shan."

Gong Xue: "You're the pig. Your surname is Zhu, so you should be the one going back to Gao Lao Zhuang, and I'll go back to Flower Hua Guo Shan."

Zhu Lin laughed: "Alright, I'm the pig, and you're the monkey. Look at how thin you are, just like Sun Wukong."

"That's because of filming requirements. I'm currently gaining weight," Gong Xue argued. Her figure was just like that; no matter how much she ate, it was useless.

"Alright, sleep, sleep." After bickering with Gong Xue for a while, Zhu Lin spread her legs and sprawled out.

Gong Xue: "Weren't we going to leave after showering?"

"Oh my, what time is it? If I send you back to the Beijing Film Studio and then go home, will I still be able to go to class tomorrow?" Zhu Lin said casually. "It's fine, just get up a bit earlier tomorrow. No one will know."

Having sweated profusely, Zhu Lin felt physically and mentally pleased and soon fell asleep. Gong Xue, in her daze, was still thinking about what Ma Xiaowei was doing in Hong Kong.

He was eating.

He and Mao Mao Amin had found a snack stall near her home to have a meal. It was mainly Mao Mao Amin eating; Wei Ming was already full and just watched her.

Before eating, Mao Mao Amin prayed first. Wei Ming wasn't surprised; she had grown up in a church school, so it wasn't strange at all to have such faith.

During the meal, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin finally had a chance to chat with Wei Ming about that English song. Being in Hong Kong, information about film and television music was more developed. Mao Mao Amin's account allowed Wei Ming to realize the success of this song much more clearly than the few words Mei Linda had sent via telegram.

Sure enough, "riding the heat" is best done while it's hot! And he was riding two at once; both Lennon and Reagan had made outstanding contributions to the song's popularity.

Although it hadn't been settled yet, the profit this song could bring Wei Ming in the short term probably wouldn't be worse than his two children's books.

It was already late when he saw Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin home. Zhou's mother had already arrived home and had been waiting anxiously, unable to find her.

Old Ghost's house was higher up. Standing by the window, he was pleasantly surprised to see Wei Ming seeing Mao Mao Amin home.

*Good lad, so he was doing big things quietly! *

"Mao Mao Amin, why are you only back now?!" Zhou's mother asked in a somewhat stern tone.

"Mom, we had a basketball game today, and then we played for a while afterward." Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin had the school basketball as proof.

The reason was sufficient, so Zhou's mother couldn't say anything more: "If you have homework, do it tomorrow. Go to sleep early today."

"Mm, goodnight, Mom."

Returning to her small room, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin immediately lay by the window to watch Wei Ming walk away. Even though she knew he couldn't see her, she still waved at him silently.

Happy, so happy!

This pen-pal meeting didn't end in disappointment. Ah Ming was even more handsome than in his photos and even more outstanding than she had imagined.

He was actually able to converse with her in Cantonese. By comparison, her Mandarin was much worse; she still had to practice.

Moreover, Ah Ming indicated that he already had some inspiration and would start writing a song for her when he got back, and she was the source of his inspiration.

Actually, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin didn't want Wei Ming to finish writing it so quickly. She hoped she could accompany him for a few more days, in the name of finding inspiration.

Not until Wei Ming's figure was no longer visible did Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin withdraw her gaze and return to her desk.

Of course, she wasn't doing homework. Today was so meaningful; naturally, she had to write a diary entry before sleeping. The lines were overflowing with satisfied sweetness.

Wei Ming took a taxi directly, and on the way back, he wrote two songs, both inspired by the experience of spending these few hours with Mao Mao Amin.

However, both songs were in Mandarin. Although there were Cantonese versions, Wei Ming found them more difficult to write and might need some time.

By the time he reached the Great Wall dormitory, the third song for Mao Mao Amin was already brewing. This time, it was a Cantonese song.

He didn't know what song she liked best, so he would just write a few more for her to choose from.

Entering his room, he didn't expect Seeing Seeing Biaozi, A Long, and the others to be awake, all waiting for him. Only Little Wu Jing was already asleep next door.

Looking at the pile of things on the bed, Wei Ming asked with a smile: "Spent all 5,000 Hong Kong dollars?"

Wei Ming had distributed Liu Jia Liang's red envelope to them so they could go shopping. It seemed they had a fruitful harvest today.

Seeing Seeing Biaozi said excitedly: "Yeah, the things sold in Hong Kong are too rich. Much more powerful than Guangzhou or Shenzhen."

"That's for sure, otherwise so many people would want to stay here."

A Long scratched his head, thinking of his father: "Ah Ming, since you're back, we'll sleep. We were worried about you running into trouble outside."

Seeing Seeing Biaozi: "Yeah, yeah, my wife said she wanted to help Sister Zhu Lin keep an eye on you."

A Long whispered: "I'm helping Sister Gong Xue keep an eye on you."

One by one, they were all shouldering tasks.

"Alright, sleep. There are things to do tomorrow."

A Long said excitedly: "Are we going to Jade International to submit our work tomorrow!"

Wei Ming had mentioned before that he wanted to publish *The Legend of Qin* through Huang Yulang's channels and seek a more autonomous cooperation model.

"Uh, this," Wei Ming said, "I have important things to do tomorrow. A Long, you go yourself. State our conditions and see what kind of terms he can offer. You've also seen Huang Yulang and the comics under him; our work is a generation ahead of theirs. The advantage is with us."

"Ah?" The introverted A Long was a bit troubled. He knew Ah Ming hoped he could stand on his own, but he was just a creator.

Wei Ming also knew it was difficult for him: "How about this, let Seeing Seeing Biaozi accompany you. If Huang Yulang wants to get rough, can he be rougher than Seeing Seeing Biaozi?"

Seeing Seeing Biaozi asked worriedly: "Brother Ming, what important thing do you have? You haven't been corrupted by capitalism, have you?"

"Get lost. I'm preparing to tour Hong Kong for a major collection of materials, to facilitate future creation regarding Cantonese songs and Hong Kong movies." Wei Ming said righteously, half-truth and half-false.

Early the next morning, Gong Xue pushed Zhu Lin: "Did you hear that? Ginkgo barked. Could it be Ma Xiaowei's parents?"

Zhu Lin pulled back the curtain, rubbing her eyes: "Dogs crow when it gets light; that's normal. Don't think too much."

"You're talking about a rooster. Let's go, I'll treat you to fried liver." Gong Xue started making small moves on Zhu Lin, urging her to get up quickly.

Zhu Lin giggled: "Alright, you're treating, okay?"

"I'm treating, I'm treating."

They put on yesterday's clothes, restored the room to its original state, and then hurriedly left the *Sihe Academy*.

At a corner, Xu Shufen was staring at the gate of her *Sihe Academy*. She had come earlier today, only to find the door locked from the inside.

Public security in the city wasn't very good now. Realizing there was a problem, Xu Shufen didn't confront them head-on but hid in the dark, waiting for their Lao Lao Lao Wei to arrive.

However, before Lao Lao Lao Wei arrived, the door opened. Even if she were beaten to death, she wouldn't have expected it to be Zhu Lin and Gong Xue coming out together! Zhu Lin was riding the bike in front, and Gong Xue was sitting in the back; the two left together!

Until the two turned a corner and disappeared, Xu Shufen was still dazed. She had always thought these two girls were rivals in love, and that her son was playing with their feelings by having two boats under his feet.

Now it seemed her thinking couldn't keep up with the young people. They didn't seem to mind each other's existence!

Xu Shufen muttered as she entered the *Sihe Academy* and headed straight for the master bedroom.

Although Gong Xue had tidied up, there were still some traces. Xu Shufen could tell at a glance that someone had spent the night here yesterday.

Then she checked the other bedrooms; there were no signs of them being opened.

So she could conclude: Gong Xue and Zhu Lin had spent the night here yesterday, and the two girls had slept in the same bed!

"My son is too capable!" Xu Shufen didn't know whether to be proud or worried. He could actually make two such outstanding girls willingly accept one husband and two wives?!

This world is too crazy!

Zhou family.

Zhou's mother had gone to work very early. On the table was the meal money she had left for her daughter.

She used to make breakfast for her daughter, but with the development of her career, breakfast had turned into meal money, letting her daughter buy it herself.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin took the money and looked at her outfit in the full-length mirror.

She nodded with satisfaction: "Looks a bit like a big kid, but not too mature."

Her upper body was a black tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, and she had changed into a bra she rarely wore, making her look a bit bigger. Her lower body was a white knee-length skirt, showing off her beautiful calves.

She also washed her hair, forcibly straightened her slightly curly hair, and braided two small pigtails on the left and right, looking playful and cute.

Finally, she had to carry her schoolbag, otherwise, if her mother came back early, it would confirm she hadn't gone to school.

She waited for Ah Ming outside the village. When her stomach started growling, Ah Ming arrived in his van. "I saw someone selling beef balls when I came. Want some?" Wei Ming shook the things in his hand.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin said: "I don't eat beef."

"I was worried I bought too little. Just right for me to enjoy." Wei Ming bit into one with a smile. Really good, very chewy.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin felt embarrassed: "Do you think I'm too troublesome?"

"How could that be? Everyone has their own dietary preferences and taboos. Not eating beef is nothing; after all, it's kind."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin asked: "Then is there anything you don't eat?"

Wei Ming thought about it: "Stargazy pie."

"What's that? Sounds quite romantic."

Wei Ming sighed: "A British dish. It's better if you don't know."

*British dish~* Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin immediately thought of Ah Ming's British ex-girlfriend. He really couldn't forget her.

Afterward, Wei Ming accompanied Mao Mao Amin to eat curry fish balls at a snack stall. He was even fed one by the little girl, and then they began their tour.

Where is the wind strongest in the Central and Western District of Hong Kong Island? Naturally, at the Peak.

In his previous life, Wei Ming had climbed the Peak, but that was decades later. At that time, there was the Peak Tower, and inside the Peak Tower was Madame Tussauds. None of these existed now.

The two first strolled along the winding mountain road, enjoying the fresh morning air in the mountains. No wonder the wealthy liked to settle here.

Following the "not eating beef" topic, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin talked about being pecked by a chicken when she was little, so she was very afraid of chickens, but didn't mind eating them.

"Look, this scar on the back of my hand is from a chicken peck." She handed her fair hand to Ah Ming.

Yesterday's basketball game had made her little hand dark, but today Mao Mao Amin had washed it again and again before letting Wei Ming look at it closely.

"Wow, looks like it wasn't a light injury. In our rural hometown, chickens don't even rank; geese are truly fierce. But braised goose in an iron pot is really fragrant." Wei Ming swallowed his saliva.

Mao Mao Amin knew Ah Ming was a foodie: "When we get to the top, we can go to the Peak Lookout restaurant to eat."

"It's a Western restaurant, right?"

"That's right."

Wei Ming hadn't eaten Western food in a while.

This restaurant had a history of nearly a hundred years, built of red brick, British style, with a great sense of history. Moreover, from the open-air tea garden, one could directly overlook the scenery below the mountain. It was indeed a good place for dining and leisure.

Moreover, there were many wealthy people at the Peak. Maybe they would run into some tycoon or rich kid while eating.

Mao Mao Amin had never eaten here before. Although her family had some money, their consumption level hadn't gone up yet; she still preferred street stalls.

But today, treating Ah Ming, she had brought all her pocket money.

As a result, after ordering a few dishes, Wei Ming directly took out the HSBC credit card he had just applied for and paid the bill.

"This meal should be my treat." Mao Mao Amin rubbed the edge of her skirt.

"You're a student, why treat such an expensive one? Treat me to some local specialty snacks after we go down the mountain," Wei Ming smiled slightly.

"You ordered so much, can you still eat after going down the mountain?" Mao Mao Amin also smiled.

"No problem, Western food portions are all small."

A steak, an Indian roast chicken, a seafood platter, a Thai-style roast beef salad, and a dessert—that was all. Before eating, Wei Ming took a photo of Mao Mao Amin and the table of food. Unfortunately, there was no Moments for him to show off.

"Let's find someone to take a group photo." Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin suggested. She looked and looked, and then her attention was attracted by a handsome man not far away.

Wei Ming looked in the direction of her gaze.

Fearing Ah Ming would misunderstand, Mao Mao Amin whispered: "He seems to be a singer."

"Not 'seems to be,' it's Danny Chan."

Mao Mao Amin was surprised: "You actually know him!?"

"I've also heard *Tears Flow for You*." Wei Ming smiled.

Seeing Ah Ming didn't care, Mao Mao Amin felt relieved. Danny Chan's fans were mostly schoolgirls. Mao Mao Amin used to think Danny was very handsome, but compared to Ah Ming, he was far behind; at most, he was just pleasant to look at.

Danny Chan wasn't in a rush to order, looking at his watch from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, someone came from behind. Mao Mao Amin whispered to Wei Ming: "Danny Chan seems to be dating. Some girls in our class are probably going to be heartbroken."

Wei Ming turned his head and glanced. Mao Mao Amin didn't recognize the girl, but Wei Ming recognized her.

19-year-old Pansy Ho was considered very beautiful among the children of tycoons, and her figure was also wow. Perhaps due to her mixed-race genes, she was already mature before the age of twenty.

However, looking at how they were interacting, they should have just met and were in the process of getting to know each other.

Danny Chan looked a bit reserved. His family could be considered a merchant family; his father was a watch shop owner. However, compared to the Ho family of Macau, it was far too inferior.

Wei Ming looked a few more times. Now it was Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin's turn to be jealous, and she immediately picked up a chicken leg for him to eat.

Wei Ming smiled: "What do you think if I sell a song to Danny Chan?"

"You were thinking about this just now?"

"That's right. I came to Hong Kong to do three things: see Mao Mao Amin, see Old Ghost, and make money."

Mao Mao Amin felt better and pouted: "You promised me first. There must be a first-come, first-served order."

"Actually, I already wrote three songs for you last night."

"Ah, three!" Mao Mao Amin's eyes were full of little stars. Ah Ming's talent was about to overflow!

Wei Ming added: "However, two are Mandarin songs, and I'm trying to find a way to convert them to Cantonese. The other Cantonese song hasn't finished being composed yet."

"Didn't we agree on one~" Mao Mao Amin felt a bit embarrassed. Ah Ming's songs were too valuable, too precious.

Wei Ming: "Inspiration came, couldn't stop it. I'll write a few more, and then you can choose the one you like best."

Mao Mao Amin: *I thought they were all for me~*

But one was also good. This was choosing the best of the best, and she was looking forward to it even more.

Before Danny Chan and his companion finished their meal, Wei Ming and Mao Mao Amin left first. Before leaving, they asked someone at the top of the mountain to take a group photo. This was also their first group photo of extraordinary significance.

In the afternoon, at Wei Ming's suggestion, Mao Mao Amin took him around Hong Kong University. Besides Holiland, there were many snacks in the surrounding area.

Speaking of Hong Kong University, Lin Xi seemed to be studying in the Chinese Department of HKU at this time. He was indeed a talent. The three songs Wei Ming wrote for Mao Mao Amin coincidentally were all works with his lyrics.

It wasn't that Wei Ming favored his work; it was just that his hit rate was too high. He couldn't avoid it.

But this was also good. It saved many singers from being unable to sing their representative works when holding concerts in the future. He could consider himself as having done a good deed.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin said: "HKU and our school are on the same Pok Fu Lam Road. My mother's greatest wish in this life is for me to get into HKU."

Wei Ming asked: "Do you think you can get in?"

Mao Mao Amin shook her head regretfully: "Let alone HKU, even getting into university, I feel it's very difficult."

This really couldn't be blamed on her; it was truly too difficult to get into university in Hong Kong. It was good enough to have a Form 5 education. Like Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin, being able to attend two years of preparatory courses was already considered a high education.

Don't look at Hong Kong as having only 5 million people; there were few universities in Hong Kong. Strictly speaking, there were only the University of Hong Kong and the Chinese University of Hong Kong.

There was also a Hong Kong Government Technical College and a Hong Kong Baptist College, neither of which counted as universities at this time, and their enrollment numbers were quite limited.

Even for HKU and CUHK, because they weren't comprehensive enough, their enrollment numbers were quite insignificant compared to those comprehensive universities in the Mainland.

Precisely because local university enrollment was limited, many Hong Kong artists from decent families had overseas study experiences. For example, Danny Chan, whom they just met at the Peak, studied in the United States.

Wei Ming also provided Mao Mao Amin with such a line of thought: "You still have five years until university. I believe Holiland can develop well in these five years. By then, your mother's financial resources should be able to afford for you to study abroad. That way, you should be able to go to university."

"Study abroad, huh." Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin thought seriously, feeling it was very far away. She suddenly asked: "Ah Ming, does Peking University have Hong Kong students?"

"Yes, it does."

"Oh." Mao Mao Amin nodded and didn't delve into this topic.

Five years—that was a matter for the distant future. And Yanjing was also very far away, further from Hong Kong than many foreign countries.

Wei Ming had just had the idea of inviting Mao Mao Amin to study in Yanjing. According to the Mainland's policies, as long as Mao Mao Amin's grades were slightly passable, she could choose between Tsinghua and Peking University. This was much easier than applying for universities in the United States.

It was just that Hong Kong people now didn't look down on Mainland universities. Mao Mao Amin was also a native Hong Konger, accustomed to the prosperity and convenience of Hong Kong. How could she adapt to Yanjing, which hadn't been completely modernized?

Wei Ming shook off this unrealistic idea. Seeing the sky darken, he found a place to eat. He wanted to drink silk-stocking milk tea and eat fried large intestine. Mao Mao Amin would treat this meal.

After sending Mao Mao Amin back in the evening, Wei Ming immediately returned to the Great Wall dormitory. Upon returning, he first perfected the lead sheet for the third song he wrote for Mao Mao Amin.

Not long after, A Long, Seeing Seeing Biaozi, and Little Wu Jing returned.

A Long held his bag, dejected: "Huang Yulang didn't agree to the cooperation."

Wei Ming: "What did he say?"

"He said if we want to cooperate, first I have to stay in Hong Kong and work full-time on comics. Then there are update requirements; it's very difficult to guarantee quality. Finally, this story will also belong to his Jade International, and he said he has the final say on how it develops in the future; I have no right to interfere."

Wei Ming spat: "He thinks quite beautifully. I might as well give it to you for free. He really thinks he has unified the world and no one can deal with him. Don't be afraid, I'll go with you tomorrow."

(End of chapter) *** **CHAPTER 303** **【303-0】 Hoarding Hundreds of IPs for Retirement**