Chapter 442: The Public Confession of the Young Lady

Mui Yim-fong had only ever heard Chow Wai-man's studio recordings. Songs coming out of a recording studio were, of course, meticulously polished and repeatedly corrected; in her view, they couldn't represent a singer's true strength.

Hearing Chow Wai-man live today, however, came as a bit of a surprise. So, the young lady really did have some skills.

Although her stage presence wasn't as rich or composed as her own, her shy performance gave people a feeling of being in love. She was worthy of the title "First Love Goddess." If this segment were broadcast on television, tsk tsk, it would probably fascinate a large crowd of middle school students.

Of course, the quality of this new song also added color to her performance. It was probably another work by Wei Ming.

Beside her, Wan Siu-lun kept chattering, "As expected, she has the demeanor of a star. I reckon her score will be even higher than yours."

"I didn't perform well at the start; that's normal," Mui Yim-fong defended herself. "It's my first time on this kind of stage; I have no experience."

Especially since the original singer of the song she was performing was sitting in the audience, she felt a little nervous. But she was certain she wouldn't make the same mistake next time.

Mui Yim-fong glanced at the somewhat handsome Wan Siu-lun. "What, do you have a crush on her?"

Wan Siu-lun scratched his head awkwardly. "How could I be worthy of her? If it were two years ago, I might have dared to think about it, but now she's a wealthy young lady."

"Wasn't she a wealthy young lady two years ago?"

"No. Actually, her family's situation wasn't very good before. She was a posthumous child, and her mother raised her alone with great difficulty. Later, she started a business and created 'Holiland,' and that's how they gradually grew and prospered." As fellow middle school students, many rumors about Chow Wai-man circulated widely among Hong Kong schools.

Ah? She was also a posthumous child?!

Mui Yim-fong looked at the youthful, bright girl on stage in surprise. They were both posthumous children, but it was a pity they didn't have the same mother.

Looking at other people's mothers, then looking at her own, Mui Yim-fong shook her head. Goods are compared to goods, and people are compared to people—it's enough to make one want to die.

Other contestants would go on stage, perform, get scored, and go off. But Chow Wai-man was different; after singing, she even chatted with the judges for a while.

All four judges gave a perfect score of 10, including Wong Jim, who had harbored some prejudice in his heart at the start; the expression on his face even carried a touch of kindness.

It wasn't that she had reached a state of flawlessness, but compared to the other contestants, Chow Wai-man's performance was indeed flawless. After all, the other contestants' songs had original singers for comparison. No matter how well Mui Yim-fong sang, she couldn't match Jenny Tseng's years of skill and stage experience. But for this song, Chow Wai-man was the original singer herself, so no matter how she sang it, it was correct.

"Vivian, I am truly surprised and delighted to see you on this stage," Jenny Tseng spoke first.

"Thank you, Jenny-jie. It's also very happy to see everyone."

Leslie Cheung asked with a smile, "This song is called 'Pink Memories.' Whose pink memories are they?"

Leslie Cheung was the youngest among the judges and had the closest relationship with Chow Wai-man, so his question was also very gossipy.

Chow Wai-man feinted, "Memories of summer."

Teddy Robin's shriveled body was filled with righteousness: "Oh my, you person, you know clearly whose memories they are, yet you still ask. Bad person, Ah Man, don't pay attention to him."

Leslie Cheung said innocently, "Actually, I am a good person. Also, seeing Ah Man is very happy. I look forward to your next performance."

"Thank you, Rong-shao."

Wong Jim, who was sitting in the main seat, asked, "Is the next one also a new song?"

Chow Wai-man: "Yes."

"Sometimes, collaborating with the same person all the time will also be boring and dull. Actually, you could consider other lyricists, like me." Wong Jim had the look of someone wanting to break up Wei Ming and Chow Wai-man, though he was actually just doing it for effect.

The back-stage people were even more envious after hearing this. A gold-medal lyricist was fighting to write songs for her; she was worthy of being a princess!

Chow Wai-man blinked her eyes. Ah, collaborate with you? You're on the heroic and bold route, right? It wouldn't fit my style.

However, out of politeness, she still said, "Thank you, this is also my honor."

Leslie Cheung immediately said, "Zhan-shu, actually you could consider me too."

Wong Jim waved his hand: "We'll discuss it later, we'll discuss it later."

There were other contestants after Ah Man, and it was getting late. The emcee, James Wong, came over to cue the flow, and Chow Wai-man finally left the stage. Wei Hong and Lin Ni, who were in the audience, also stood up to leave.

However, at the door, they saw Chow Wai-man coming out with a cool-looking girl—a contestant from earlier.

Ah Man introduced her enthusiastically: "Hong-jie, Ni-jie, this is Ah Mui, Mui Yim-fong. She's a friend I just met. Let's eat together."

Mui Yim-fong looked surprised. This... we're already friends? Is it really that fast?

The preliminary round for today was over, but the next day, they were notified. Wei Hong accompanied Ah Man at home waiting for the news. As expected, she successfully advanced to the Top 30 and prepared to participate in the semi-finals on Friday.

And Mui Yim-fong's home was also waiting, but she waited for it, while her sister, Mui Oi-fong, who also participated in the competition, did not.

Mui's mother angrily scolded her sister, then patted Mui Yim-fong on the shoulder: "Little sister, the family is counting on you. Also, break up with that Paul as soon as possible. If you can get a ranking and sign with Capital Artists, you'll be a singing star in the future!"

Mui Yim-fong hummed in her heart, but on the surface, she nodded "En": "I'm going to practice singing, preparing for the semi-finals."

"Go, go, everyone don't disturb her!"

On this day, "The Witness" also announced its wrap-up.

The actual filming took eight days, but the pre-production took some time. Later, there would be editing and post-production. Fortunately, there were no special effects; normal editing and color grading would suffice, which Wei Ming and William Chang would be responsible for together. Zhang Zhang Yimou also wanted to participate.

These were all things for later. Now, the top priority was the wrap-up banquet and the settlement of salaries.

Wei Ming found a seafood restaurant. There were only a dozen people in the crew, and it cost him several thousand Hong Kong dollars. Everyone said Wei Dao was generous; he was simply the "Mainland Jackie Chan."

This was said by Big Silly, who had heard it from friends in the Jackie Chan Stunt Team. Jackie Chan's generosity toward his brothers was well-known.

Wei Ming thought that kid should be out of the hospital by now.

Returning home in the evening, Wei Ming invited Ah Man out for a stroll and a movie, and told her that he had wrapped up filming.

"Oh, then does that mean you don't have to film tomorrow?"

"That's right."

"Then does that mean you can wake up late tomorrow, and we can stay up late tonight?" Ah Man asked again.

Wei Ming looked at Ah Man strangely: "Ah Man, what do you want to do?"

Chow Wai-man hit him: "Alan Tam called me today, inviting you to his house to watch the ball game—the World Cup final, Italy versus West Germany. He also said there would be many friends you know."

Wei Ming: "Oh, the World Cup. Then I'll go take a look."

"Then aren't you bringing me?" Ah Man asked.

"How could I bring you? The final seems to be in the middle of the night, and it's a bunch of grown men. I'm bringing a little girl?" Wei Ming poked her forehead, telling her not to let her imagination run wild.

"Then you should keep me company a bit longer now."

At this moment, they were downstairs. Wei Ming looked up: "But I always feel like someone is watching us."

Chow Wai-man giggled: "Don't mess around. My mother wouldn't say anything anyway."

"I'm not messing around." Wei Ming thought to himself, it's just that I'm afraid *you* will mess around and ruin my image in Auntie's heart.

"How much have you earned now?" Wei Ming hadn't gone home yet, and hadn't seen Wei Hong, so he had to ask Ah Man.

"Each of us earned over ten thousand."

A profit of over ten percent was already quite considerable. This was earning more than Wei Ming's investment method.

Still have to rely on professionals like Wei Hong. Otherwise, when would they be able to live in a big Hong Kong mansion?

Hong Kong's top-tier villa mansions—even if Wei Ming took out all his net worth right now, it wouldn't be enough.