Chapter 182: You Won't Even Call Me Godfather

"Leader of the New Century Mandarin Music Scene? Contemporary Music is praising me like this?"

After handing the lyrics of "Remember" to Sun Yanzi and helping complete the arrangement, Zhou Yi, not wanting to work overtime any longer, immediately slipped away, leaving Sun Yanzi alone in the recording studio to be repeatedly tormented by her teacher, Li Saishong.

He went straight home to sleep in, lying in bed until noon, thoroughly enjoying the quiet.

Qian Jiang, as usual, came to deliver news worth paying attention to, saw Zhou Yi drinking porridge in Contemporary Music at a glance, and read the whole article with interest: "The editor-in-chief personally took the lead again."

"To speak without joking, the deputy editor-in-chief is not quite suitable to raise this topic; he can't hold it down."

Qian Jiang said seriously: "Given the status of this magazine among young people on the mainland, making such a definition is not an easy task."

The price of 7.99 yuan per copy is not considered cheap; many students and even office workers gather a few people together to buy one copy and read it among themselves.

Precisely because of this, this newspaper and periodical has almost become the authoritative window for ordinary mainland audiences to understand the music scene.

"In addition, Contemporary Music wants to invite you to produce an episode as a cover feature interview again; this time they will focus on your album."

Speaking, Qian Jiang handed Zhou Yi the invitation from the editorial department of Contemporary Music and introduced: "They usually conduct a disc review of the albums of current popular singers, fully analyzing the musicality and hidden meanings within the album."

"This time, they have chosen you; it seems they have many questions they want to ask you, especially regarding your second album 'Jiangnan'."

"A disc review?"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, the time is in November; if you don't want to take it, I can help you turn it down."

"Besides the China-Korea Music Festival, do I have any special schedule in November?"

"It's hard to say for now; if you are selected for the Spring Festival Gala's big list, then you will have an extra Spring Festival Gala rehearsal and audit this November."

Qian Jiang's tone suddenly became somewhat excited when talking about this matter: "The director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, Chen Yulu, is reportedly currently considering including you and Sun Yanzi in the list of singers under consideration."

"Although we haven't received an invitation yet, there's no smoke without fire; I think you should strive for a spot in this year's Spring Festival Gala."

This is the Spring Festival Gala.

Even if you just perform a duet up there, it counts as a huge face-saver; how many big shots want to join a duet but don't have this opportunity.

"Moreover, compared to other singers, you have one advantage; as long as you perform well at the China-Korea Music Festival on November 6th, I think the Spring Festival Gala is almost certain."

Seeing that Zhou Yi seemed a bit indifferent, Qian Jiang hurriedly added a reminder: "This time you cannot take it too lightly; this is the Spring Festival Gala."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Zhou Yi, having finished his steamed buns, let out a burp.

In the 2002 Spring Festival Gala, in his memory, Sun Yanzi should have appeared, as well as Wang Lihong.

If the two of them can both appear, then there is no reason he cannot.

After all, he was forced to be a victim of the restriction order from the Taiwan side; appearing on the Spring Festival Gala wouldn't that be a piece of cake?

He is, after all, the number one figure on the mainland.

"Oh right, there is one more thing; your English single will be officially released in Japan in two days along with the Jackie Chan movie; the company has helped you contact several Japanese music media channels to have them actively steer the rhythm towards the soundtrack after the Jackie Chan movie premieres—"

"Ring-ring-ring!"

Before Qian Jiang finished speaking, the Nokia on Zhou Yi's table rang—

"Hello? Chen Hao?"

Seeing the note on the caller ID, Zhou Yi made an apologetic gesture to Qian Jiang: "What do you want from me?"

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Central Academy of Drama, parking lot.

Chen Hao, having hung up the phone, held her bag, looked at her red Mazda that had broken down, raised her hand to tuck the hair in front of her forehead with some annoyance, and sighed.

I was careless.

It was hard to return to school once; after learning the good news from the teacher that she had successfully passed the People's Art Theatre assessment, she was preparing to have a good meal to celebrate, but her car gave her a surprise first—

It stalled; it won't move.

After flipping through her phone contact list and finding that the person who ran the repair shop had already gone back to their hometown, she had no choice but to call Zhou Yi, asking him to help find the Mazda 4S dealership card she got when she bought the car at her home, and then send the contact information to her.

Zhou Yi's house has her spare key.

"I shouldn't have bought a Mazda in the first place."

The more Chen Hao thought about it, the angrier she got, muttering a few words in frustration.

The failure rate of this car in her hands is indeed a bit high, and repairs at the 4S shop are so expensive that she can't bear to go to the shop to fix it when it breaks.

However, after waiting and waiting, she didn't get a new text message from Zhou Yi, which made her feel somewhat puzzled.

What is he doing?

"Hmm? Senior sister?"

Chen Hao, bored and muttering to herself while sitting on a bench, suddenly heard a surprised call from behind—

?

Turning her head, she saw Deng Chao, who was clearly preparing to play basketball, holding a basketball and greeting her politely.

"Deng Chao?"

Chen Hao recognized at a glance this junior brother who had previously specially brought gifts to her door to thank her.

After portraying the young male lead in the "Goodbye" music video, Deng Chao's personal market image suddenly broke into the youth and middle-aged markets thanks to the hit song "Goodbye".

His outstanding acting well fulfilled Zhou Yi's script requirements, leading to the most visible change being that more and more companies wanted to sign him these past few days.

Most importantly, he became somewhat famous.

Now when he walks on the street, many people can recognize him and ask if he is the one who acted in Zhou Yi's music video.

This is very important for Deng Chao, who longs for fame.

Precisely because of this, he felt even more grateful to Chen Hao for recommending him to Zhou Yi.

However, he didn't expect to see her at school after the semester started.

"Senior sister, what are you doing?"

"Came back to school for something; the car broke down."

Chen Hao, having instantly pulled herself together, raised a finger to point at her Mazda parked not far away and said helplessly, "You go handle your business first; I've already asked someone to solve this."

Just as she spoke, Chen Hao, with sharp eyes, spotted a black Mercedes-Benz she was somewhat familiar with slowly driving into view—

?!

"I told you early on not to buy a Mazda, yet you insisted on buying one. Look at you; every day it's either traffic jams or car repairs. You might as well have bought a Mitsubishi."

After parking the car in the spot and getting out, Zhou Yi took off his sunglasses, smilingly teased the surprised Chen Hao, and at the same time glanced unexpectedly at Deng Chao beside him: "Deng Chao?"

"Brother Yi."

Deng Chao, born in '79, was actually older than Zhou Yi, but the moment he saw Zhou Yi, he very obediently nodded and greeted him, then very tactfully took his leave.

Chen Hao had just said she asked someone to solve this matter, and the very next step Zhou Yi arrived; the meaning of this was self-evident.

Even though he was still just a rookie in the entertainment circle.

"Wasn't it you who recommended the Mazda to me back then? Wang Ba." After Deng Chao left, Chen Hao, having put down her burden, gave him an annoyed glare.

"Don't bite people at random."

Zhou Yi swayed his sunglasses, smiled, spread his hands, and teased, "I came to help you, yet you aren't even willing to call me GodFather."

"..."

PS: Working overtime tonight, only this chapter.

Normal tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)