The initial talks with Asahi TV Station went well, and Kitayama Norika and her team left satisfied.
Shi Wu was also pleased, "I checked the information on their program; it’s not low in ratings in Japan, and it sets a high tone. It’s perfect for you as the boss to make your debut in Japan."
Although the Netflix variety show is the real debut, that program needs to be completed in post-production and released all at once, which will take so ti. This Music Station show will definitely air first.
Shu i, who had been on the side, was even more excited, "The boss is increasingly trending towards becoming an international superstar! We don’t even have to reach out ourselves, and overseas quality programs keep coming to us. I think the boss should write more Japanese or Korean songs; we can release Japanese or Korean albums later!"
Shi Wu was speechless. She dared to think about releasing albums in Japanese or Korean; do we even have that many songs? And who would buy them once released?
"Well, it’s doable, let think about it."
Hmm?
Shi Wu was taken aback, looking in astonishnt at Wu Mu who nodded.
No way, man, are you seriously considering this?
He couldn’t help but ask, "Boss, do you have enough foreign language songs?"
"Not right now, but I can write them," Wu Mu spoke as if he were writing a song.
Wu Mu was, of course, serious about it.
As he was now earning points at a faster rate, he felt that he might not be able to redeem Performance Cards just within the country anymore.
Take the previous live-stream selling, for instance, where his Performance Card
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However, before he arrived at the hotel, he unexpectedly spotted a familiar face on the roadside.
Oh, what’s she doing here?
Wu Mu looked curiously at a figure standing at the entrance of a restaurant ahead.
It was Su ng, whom he had t a long ti ago during the first episode of Star Agency.
At that mont, she was standing next to a red Ferrari with a sowhat angry expression, talking to soone inside the car.
Wu Mu couldn’t see the person inside the Ferrari, but that person was evidently not easy-tempered either, because shortly after the conversation started, that person floored the gas pedal, leaving Su ng standing there as they drove away.
Leaving Su ng standing there, frowning as she looked in that direction.
Wu Mu grinned as he drove over, rolled down the window, and said with a chuckle, "Long ti no see, Little Su."
Su ng turned her head towards him, seemingly taken aback.
This was still only their second eting in reality.
However, Su ng seed to follow his updates quite a bit; Wu Mu often received feedback from Su ng on WeChat about his new songs.
They didn’t chat much, just simple comnts about how nice his music was.
Well, whether a fan or not, at least she contributed to his viewership.
Wu Mu smiled and said, "Did your driver run off? Do you need a ride?"
Su ng hesitated slightly, "Let just inform my family."
"Aunt Qing, you don’t need to co over; yes, my friend will give a ride back. Okay, I understand."
After the call, Su ng opened the passenger door of Wu Mu’s car and got in.
Once he found out the address she was headed to, Wu Mu was quite curious, "Aren’t you from Shen City? What brings you here?"
Su ng shook her head, "I am from Shen City, but my family also has a house in Beijing."
She paused for a mont and then captured a rare smile, "We were just at the venue, and my friends wanted to cover their ears for your first song."
Wu Mu laughed, "That has nothing to do with ; I was singing just fine."
Chatting along the way, Wu Mu quickly dropped Su ng off at her ho, a large courtyard house not far from the Forbidden City in Upper City District.
Hmm, turns out she’s one of the Heavenly Dragon People.
Wu Mu was quite surprised; although her daily behavior already suggested that Su ng’s family was wealthy, he hadn’t expected them to be this wealthy.
Just this courtyard house alone is probably worth at least...
The host was currently out of sight, but Yang Rongfa asked, "Several big directors and company bosses from the circle ca today; do you want to introduce you to them?"
This would be an opportunity for anyone in the industry.
It’s always good to know more people.
Yet... rembering the experience at the previous party, Yang Rongfa wisely chose to ask first.
Wu Mu shook his head, "No..."
But while shaking his head, his gaze caught a silhouette in a small reception area, partially obscured, next to the main living room, and he paused briefly.
"Is Director Lin here too?" Wu Mu inquired with Yang Rongfa.
The Lin he was referring to was not Lin Qingyue, but Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming.
Even though Lin Qingyue could return tonight, she had her film crew matters to handle and wouldn’t be here.
Besides, when he talked to Lin Qingyue that morning, he ntioned he was attending this party. If Lin Qingyue were attending, she would have inford him.
"Yes, Tang Wei and Xie Chunfang are here too." Yang Rongfa nodded.
Wu Mu’s mind raced. These two were also top-level directors in the industry, the sa level as Lin Xueming, part of the upper echelon.
However, he had no intention of befriending these directors to seek resources. To him, it didn’t matter.
But with Lin Xueming present, it would be inappropriate not to greet him.
"I should go say hello to Director Lin," he stated, walking towards the small reception area.
"Director Lin and the others are there; do you want to greet them?" Yang Rongfa leaned in and whispered.
As he spoke, he pointed towards the small reception area next to the main living room.
It seed to be a casual private reception area, with decorations obstructing a full view. It appeared smaller than this side.
Sofas were arranged closer together, with several people chatting there.
Director Lin?
Wu Mu quickly realized it was Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming.
Although Lin Qingyue was also returning that evening, she needed to handle her film crew tasks and wouldn’t be here.
And he had ntioned to her that morning he was attending this party; if she were coming, she would have told him.
"I should say hello," he nodded in agreent.
With Lin Xueming in attendance, he definitely needed to greet him.
"Light Shadow dia’s and Yahua Film and Television’s bosses are there with Directors Tang and Xie," Yang Rongfa added stealthily.
Light Shadow dia, Yahua Film and Television?
Even without direct involvent in the circle, Wu Mu knew those companies. If Yang Rongfa’s company was mid-level in the industry, those two were bona fide upper-tier.
They were not only listed companies but also consistently produced major films yearly and handled artist managent with a host of celebrity partners.
These two needed no elaboration.
As for Director Tang and Director Xie?
If Yang Rongfa deed it necessary to ntion them, they were surely significant figures.
Reflecting on it, Wu Mu instantly recognized who they were.
They were Tang Wei and Xie Chunfang.
Directors of the sa caliber as Lin Xueming.
All of them were seasoned veterans in the industry, possessing both status and reputation.
All the big shots are there, huh.
He and Yang Rongfa headed towards the small reception area.
Approaching, they could clearly see what was happening in the small reception area.
Indeed, Lin Xueming was there, seated centrally on a sofa, holding a wine glass and seemingly speaking.
Surrounded by several people, two of whom had a commanding presence, with several artist-handling middle-aged n standing nearby.
Director Tang Wei wore a peaked cloth cap, clearly attempting to cover sothing but unable to hide his balding head. Director Xie Chunfang, tall and burly, towering above everyone present.
And then...
Wu Mu paused mid-step.
A woman, in her forties, wearing a black fitted suit, with a pearl necklace, was quietly conversing with soone beside her, appearing elegant and dignified.
Lin Qingyue’s mother was also there?
This was his first ti eting Lin Qingyue’s mother in person; he hadn’t encountered her during previous visits to Lin Qingyue’s ho.
However, Du Lan, Lin Qingyue’s mother, was a forr generation’s iconic actress, so he recognized her from photos.
After a brief pause, Wu Mu continued walking forward.
Then he spotted another familiar person within a few steps.
At the peripheral edge of the small reception area was a man in his thirties, holding a plate in one hand, standing upright, and seemingly listening intently to what Lin Xueming was saying.
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