Under the warm hospitality of Zhou Yi and the villagers, Zhang Xiaohua and his party had lunch at the Sparrow Company. Although there was no big fish and no expensive wine, the al was very enjoyable. They laughed together, occasionally teasing at each other. Unconsciously, they seed to have beco like a family.
After the al, Zhou Yi and his villagers sent Zhang Xiaohua and co to the company’s doorstep.
When Zhang Xiaohua arrived in front of the car, Zhou Yi shook hands with him again. There was the sense that the relationship between the two had undergone a subtle change from this strange cooperation, as if they beca good brothers.
"I wish Brother Zhang a safe journey ho, wait to hear the good news about the sales from . I’ll inform brother as soon as we get the first sales figures." Zhou Yi always had a smile on his face, fully complenting his image as a good man.
Looking around and seeing those children who had lost their beautiful childhood in order to help their families out, Zhang Xiaohua took a bank card and stuffed it into Zhou Yi’s hands. "This still has so money on it, the pin is five-eight-nine-two. Go back and buy them so shoes, toys, and so books. Try not to let them learn those basic crafts like carpentering; instead, they should learn academic subjects like maths!"
"Brother Zhang, how can I accept this money?" Zhou Yi understood Zhang Xiaohua’s motives, but even if he wanted to accept the other person’s money, he couldn’t do it as those parents would feel ashad.
"You shouldn’t misunderstand, this money is not given to you in vain, I’m only lending it to you guys for the ti being. In the future, I’ll co directly collect it back. In addition, children are not easy to care for. You don’t want to watch them lose even their last bit of innocence and lose out on creating so childhood mories. Right?" Zhang Xiaohua said seriously.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the ability now. Otherwise, this card wouldn’t only have a few thousand yuan. Even if it was tens of millions, as long as those children were able to learn, he wouldn’t be half-hearted.
Since Zhang Xiaohua said those words to him, Zhou Yi had no choice but to give in and accept the money. He gratefully accepted the bank card.
"Rember to buy more sweets for the children!" In the car, Emma reminded with a grin.
Zhou Yi smiled, but when he rembered the children, he felt ashad.
Those villagers raised them and cared for them when they were younger. They also collectively paid for their university fees. However, when they finished, they couldn’t even find jobs and had no choice but to return. Even after all that, they still didn’t have the ability to take care of the children in the village. They could only allow the children to learn so skills at the factory and trade skills from the carpenters and such. Zhou Yi’s heart had always been embarrassed thinking about it!
But now, it was okay. After the records were sold, the lives of the villagers and the children would be sowhat improved. For this reason, Zhou Yi felt very gratified but still even more grateful to Zhang Xiaohua for his generosity.
"Well, folks, take care. We will see you again next ti." After that, Zhang Xiaohua got in the car, waved farewell and drove away.
"Boss Zhang, rember to visit often!" The villagers waved enthusiastically.
......
Returning to the company, it was already 5pm, Yuan Datong and co had no intention of leaving work. However, with all the current jobs in the company already completed, they wanted sothing to do but didn’t know where to start.
"Boss, what are we going to do next?" Emma asked.
"Create a netizen army." Zhang Xiaohua spoke freely of this cyber term.
Emma was shocked, and so were the others. They all had sharp brains, but just couldn’t understand his strange terms.
Seeing everyone puzzled, Zhang Xiaohua shook his head and smiled. It seed that there was no such thing as a "netizen army" in this world. He explained, "You job is to keep posting on the Internet. It’s best to visit Wang Jingwen Weibo and post on it, try to stir up her fan base. In short, let all those who support her know that her album is already on sale, and then attach a file of all the sale outlets."
After Zhang Xiaohua’s explanation, everyone was suddenly enlightened. Emma said as she grinned, "It’s just to help Wang Jingwen’s record gain attention, it’s simple."
"While we are doing that, what will you do?" asked Datong, who looked curiously at Zhang Xiaohua.
"Continue to write songs and get prepared to open a concert for our big star," answered Zhang Xiaohua.
At present, including the Mandarin version of "Broken Hearted Woman", Wang Jingwen only had a total of seven songs. Opening a fan club was okay, but if they wanted to hold a concert, there were too few tracks.
"Concert!!!" Everyone exclaid together.
Of course, they were not surprised to hear about Wang Jingwen getting a concert after all, that was to be expected. But to open a concert, one needs at least twenty songs as the minimum requirent, currently they had only 7 songs in total and although every single one of them was a classic, they simply wouldn’t be enough.
"Boss, I think it’s ti to create a fan club for Wang Jingwen. But for a concert, I think there aren’t enough songs," Emma said quietly. The others also madly nodded, it was far too soon to plan a concert, but making a fan club now would be fair enough.
"I’m going to write a few songs for her. Let’s give her twenty songs first." Zhang Xiaohua justified himself. There was no pressure in the words, and it didn’t sound like he was joking.
"Boss, do you an to say that you can still write 13 songs for Wang Jingwen?" Emma stared at Zhang Xiaohua with a pair of watery eyes. If Zhang Xiaohua said yes, then Emma would likely burst into tears. Who would believe that he could continuously create 13 songs? Unless he was God!
"Yeah!" Zhang Xiaohua responded without thinking.
"..."
They collectively replied with silence.
After a mont, they couldn’t help laughing.
This ti, Zhang Xiaohua actually reached the sa level as "God" in their eyes.
Yuan Datong was too lazy to bother questioning Zhang Xiaohua. He sat in front of a computer and started crazily posting to help Wang Jingwen’s album gain popularity online.
The others also started to work, taking up their mobile phones, registering multiple IDs and mixed in with Wang Jingwen’s major fans. They spared no effort to help Wang Jingwen with advertising, completely ignoring the existence of an individual.
Zhang Xiaohua just laughed out loud and started to work, intending to create several catchy songs, so they could hold a concert.
Of course, the main purpose of Zhang Xiaohua was to make use of Wang Jingwen’s popularity to make as much money as possible in the shortest possible ti because Zhang Xiaohua felt that Wang Jingwen would eventually betray them. He still rembered her gaze towards him when he turned down those large record labels, it was a look of bitter hatred as if he had murdered her family. He shuddered just thinking of it.
Simply put, he felt that though she acted like an innocent flower; however, she was just biding her ti for revenge.
In fact, Zhang Xiaohua was forced to use her. Even if he knew that Wang Jingwen was disloyal, he couldn’t help but hold on to her. After all, she was the only person who could sing the songs while having the image needed. At this mont, he was just hoping to gain as much money as possible from her, then replace her as soon as possible.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua had no choice. As long as Wang Jingwen was still in the company, he must continue to write songs for her!
......
Later, Zhang Xiaohua returned ho.
As the recent period was just too busy, Zhang Xiaohua couldn’t spare the ti to see his mother.
His father had just passed away. So, besides Liu Yan, she had no one to spend ti with.
As an only child and the only man in the family, Zhang Xiaohua felt his behaviour was a bit too much.
He decided to accompany his mother first, work and other things could wait.
At this thought, Zhang Xiaohua called out for his mother several tis, but he didn’t receive a response.
Zhang Xiaohua felt it was strange, was his mother not at ho?
But his mother didn’t have many close friends, plus she doesn’t like to go out, especially at this ti.
Was she in her room?
Walking up to his mother’s room, Zhang Xiaohua went to knock on the door, and simultaneously Liu Yan ca out from the room, smoothly closing the door behind her and blocked his path.
"Liu Yan, is my mother in the room? I haven’t seen her for so long. I want to chat with her today." Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile. Only in front of Liu Yan and his mother would he reveal this innocent smile, he felt as if he were a child again in front of them.
"My lady is still a bit uncomfortable and just fell asleep. Young master mustn’t bother her." Liu Yan mouth put on a slight smile. Just looking at it, it could be found out that her smile was sowhat unnatural.
"She is still ill?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned and wondered. However, after Liu Yan said this, he also thought about it faintly. His mother’s complexion had recently looked a bit poor.
"It’s nothing major, the mada just has a bit of a fever, I’ll take good care of her, so young master shouldn’t worry about it." Liu Yan smiled and then abruptly changed the subject: "Dinner is not yet ready, young master. I must go and cook, can I please ask the young master to go to the living room to watch TV? When I’m done, I call young master to eat."
"No, I’m not hungry."
Since Liu Yan said that his mother was alright, Zhang Xiaohua didn’t think too much about it. He smiled and raised his eyebrows as he sincerely asked, "I’ve been a bit busy lately, I’ll have to trouble you to take care of my mother. Well, I shall go ahead first, good night, Liu Yan!" he said as he walked to his room.
Watching Zhang Xiaohua walking further and further away, Liu Yan smile gradually turned into a frown. She felt ashad and guilty as she sighed with grief and helplessness. It seed that whatever the issue was, it was an insurmountable one!
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