The Idea of Selling Songs

"Okay…"

Mengmeng said pitifully.

Zhang Han shook his head, put the shopping cart aside, and carried Mengmeng as he turned to walk over.

At the same time, Zhang Han sighed inwardly.

Mengmeng was still too kind, but it was understandable. At birth, human nature is good; no one is born evil. A person's environment and education have a great impact on their future.

He remembered a professional institution saying that a child's personality is basically set between birth and seven years old, which shows how crucial early childhood education is.

However, Zhang Han felt that being too kind was a bit too compassionate, pitying the suffering of all unfortunate people was going too far. It seemed he needed to find time to let Mengmeng see the harsh realities of society.

Zhang Han thought as he walked over.

He pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. The cold, elegant woman and her son were crying intensely, and the old man's complexion grew paler.

Even the two staff members had given up on first aid and stood by helplessly.

"Let me take a look at him."

Zhang Han glanced at the cold, elegant woman and, without waiting for her reply, placed Mengmeng in one arm and pressed his hand on the old man's wrist.

Spiritual energy flowed from Zhang Han's meridians to his fingers, piercing into the old man's body and circulating.

One second, two seconds…

Finally, after twenty seconds, Zhang Han discovered the abnormality.

At this moment, Zhang Han's expression was calm. He extended his palm and placed it on the old man's chest, then immediately brought it down in a clap!

Bang!

A dull thud rang out, startling everyone.

The old man was already in a critical state, and this person dared to hit his chest so forcefully?

People were confused and stared at the calm Zhang Han with wide eyes.

Even the cold, elegant woman was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, at that moment.

"Pfft… cough, cough, cough… pfft…"

The old man on the ground suddenly coughed, spitting out several mouthfuls of phlegm from his mouth.

"Ah? Dad, Dad, how are you? Dad, how are you…" The cold, elegant woman asked, her joy mixed with surprise, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

"Hoo…" The old man took several deep breaths before recovering and said softly, "Oh, it was so stuffy. I feel much better after spitting out the phlegm. I'm fine…"

Seeing that Zhang Han had saved the old man, the surrounding people couldn't help but start clapping. Their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Zhang Han, and words of praise were heard endlessly.

Zhang Han showed no particular expression, but the Little Princess in his arms became very happy, her face shining with immense pride, as if saying: Look, isn't my Daddy amazing?

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." The cold, elegant woman, seeing that the old man had recovered, ran to Zhang Han's side and thanked him repeatedly, speaking incoherently, "I don't know how to repay you. Can you… can you leave your contact information?"

"No need. I just didn't want to see my daughter cry," Zhang Han said, shaking his head slightly and speaking calmly. "Tell your elder to smoke less, eat less greasy food, and exercise when you have time. That way, he can live longer."

After saying this, Zhang Han turned and left with Mengmeng, leaving the cold, elegant woman with a complex expression.

"Wait, sir, please wait a moment." The middle-aged doctor who had examined the old man earlier ran over, his expression respectful, and asked softly, "Sir, how did you diagnose the old man's condition?"

Zhang Han glanced at him and said lightly, "Learn more about traditional Chinese medicine."

With that, he pushed the cart forward.

"Learn, learn more about traditional Chinese medicine…" Mengmeng mimicked Zhang Han's tone, speaking like a little adult to the man in a childish voice.

This was, of course, a casual remark from Zhang Han. However, Zhang Han also knew that an experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner could have seen it.

What Zhang Han didn't know was that because of this sentence, the middle-aged man would achieve the reputation of a master of traditional Chinese medicine years later.

When it was time to pay, after only half of the items had been scanned, the supermarket manager quickly walked over.

He decided to waive Zhang Han's bill as a token of gratitude and said some words of thanks. After the cashier finished organizing the items, Zhang Han nodded and left the supermarket with his purchases.

"Wow, Daddy, you are a hero," Mengmeng said admiringly.

"Hahaha…" Zhang Han laughed heartily and replied in fluent English, "Baby, I just want to be a hero of your own!"

"No no no! There's a Mum," Mengmeng pouted.

"Alright, then she counts too," Zhang Han continued to reply in fluent English.

"Huh? Daddy, you… know English?" Mengmeng asked, confused.

"Of course, I learned it. For Mengmeng, Daddy has to be an all-around dad," Zhang Han replied with a smile in English.

"Oh, Daddy, you are already my hero," Mengmeng said in a cute, childish voice.

Zhang Han held Mengmeng, and they walked towards the car, communicating in English.

There was quite a crowd in front of the supermarket. Parents with children who understood English were fine, but those who didn't understand English looked on with envy and jealousy.

He seemed to hear a woman's resentful voice:

"Look at other people's dads and their kids, then look at you two. One is a foodie, and the other is a little foodie. All you do is eat and eat, nothing else all day!"

Back at the restaurant by car, Mengmeng sat on the white sofa playing with her toys, while Zhang Han prepared to clean the kitchen and wash the newly bought cookware. Before that, though, he decided to put on some music to make the work more enjoyable.

Zhang Han opened his Apple laptop and launched the Kugou software, then clicked on the Hot Song Radio.

As the music started playing, Zhang Han tidied the kitchen, listening to the songs. Gradually, his brow furrowed.

What's going on?

There weren't many good songs in the hot song list; more than half of them weren't to Zhang Han's taste, being too noisy. He put down his work, walked over to the computer, and began searching for songs he liked from his previous life.

He didn't realize how much he was missing until he started searching.

Many of his favorite songs had no information available. Even two of his favorite singers hadn't appeared, like the high-pitched genius Deng Qi.

Furthermore, some famous singers hadn't released songs that Zhang Han knew by heart.

Take Xue Qian, for example. Songs like "Ugly Monster," "Within a Few Miles," and "What Else Do You Want From Me," "Animal World," were all there, but it seemed like "Actor," "Serious Snow," and "Ambiguous" were missing.

"Serious Snow" was one of his breakthrough hits in his previous life, and "Actor" was incredibly popular across the country, earning him much acclaim.

However, there were also some singers Zhang Han hadn't heard of in his previous life who were very popular now, and their songs sounded pretty good.

After clicking around, Zhang Han selected a playlist of fifty songs. Thirty of them were songs he liked from his previous life, and the remaining were hit songs from the unknown singers.

This time, Zhang Han was satisfied with the quality of the songs. He put on the music and went to clean the kitchen, muttering as he walked:

"I, Immortal Lord Hanyang, have been reborn on Earth. It's normal for the development trajectory here to be a bit chaotic. Sigh, after all, my power was too great back then."

A cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing stage could easily destroy a planet with a single palm strike. His power was immense. Let alone minor changes in the entertainment industry's trajectory, even if North America disappeared or Japan sank, Zhang Han wouldn't be surprised.

"Actually... selling them the songs they haven't released yet might work," Zhang Han mused.

He didn't have much money right now, and a few hundred thousand might not be enough if something came up.

"How much should I charge? Ah, whatever. They're their songs anyway. Let's say one hundred thousand each."

After less than a minute of thought, Zhang Han made up his mind.

Little did he know, in this era rampant with piracy, one hundred thousand per song was already considered a high price. However, the songs Zhang Han was referring to were all past hit songs, their value far exceeding one hundred thousand. From another perspective, the price was a bargain.

He continued cleaning until noon, by which time all the purchased items were put away.

The cookware, towels, and other supplies were all washed. However, since there were no ingredients, Zhang Han decided to take Mengmeng out for lunch.

Just as they were about to leave, the first wave of customers arrived at the door.

Three young women in their early twenties, dressed in formal wear, walked in curiously.

They were attracted by the sign that read 'Mengmeng's Leisure Restaurant.' Of course, they didn't know that Mengmeng was the Little Princess's nickname, and they were wondering why the restaurant was named "Mengmeng."

A glance inside revealed a unique and clean, tidy restaurant, which further enticed them to enter.

"Boss, what kind of 'mengmeng' delicacies does your Mengmeng restaurant have?" one of the women with a ponytail asked with a smile.

"I, I am Mengmeng. The restaurant isn't Mengmeng, I am," Mengmeng blinked her clear, big eyes and explained to the three young ladies.

"Wow, what a cute little girl."

"What an interesting restaurant name!"

"This is fun. It's my first time seeing a restaurant decorated like a home. It's so cozy."

The three women said with smiles.

"We haven't opened yet," Zhang Han suddenly interjected, dousing their enthusiasm like a bucket of cold water.

"Ah? You haven't opened?"

The three women were stunned, pouted, and walked out.

They had hoped to have a nice meal there, but since it wasn't open, they could only leave with a hint of disappointment.

"Let's go, we'll go eat too," Zhang Han chuckled, scooped up Mengmeng, and walked towards the door. As they walked, he asked, "Mengmeng, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Eat... uh... grilled meat," Mengmeng replied in a milky voice after thinking for a moment.

"Okay, then let's go for Korean food," Zhang Han smiled and headed out with Mengmeng.

After lunch, Zhang Han didn't return to the restaurant but headed to New Moon Mountain.

As soon as Mengmeng arrived at New Moon Mountain, she happily went to play with the dogs. Zhang Han picked up his farming tools and began harvesting the rice. He harvested about a third of the paddy field, which would yield nearly a hundred catties of rice, enough to last for a while.

Besides the rice, Zhang Han picked some green onions and then went to the chicken coop. Over the past few days, there were nearly a hundred eggs. The eggshells were very round and smooth, a size larger than ordinary eggs, and if they were any bigger, they would be the size of goose eggs.

He carried the harvested rice down the mountain one by one. On the last trip, Zhang Han left with Mengmeng.

He checked the truck number, called for a truck, and then headed to the grain processing plant.

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