The Idea of Selling Songs

"Okay..."

Mengmeng said pitifully.

Zhang Han shook his head, set the shopping cart aside, and carried Mengmeng over.

At the same time, Zhang Han sighed inwardly.

Mengmeng was still too kindhearted, though that was only natural. At birth, human nature was good. No one was born evil. The environment people grew up in and the education they received had a huge influence on who they would become.

He remembered a professional organization once saying that by the time children reached the age of seven, their personalities were basically set. This showed just how important early education was.

However, Zhang Han felt that being too kind could lead to excessive sympathy. Feeling sorry for every unfortunate person was going too far. It seemed he needed to find a time to let Mengmeng see the harsh realities of society.

Zhang Han thought as he walked over.

He pushed through the crowd. The glamorous woman and her son were crying bitterly, while the old man's face grew paler and paler.

Even the two staff members had given up trying to perform first aid. They stood to the side, at a loss.

"I'll take a look at him."

Zhang Han glanced indifferently at the glamorous woman. Without waiting for her reply, he finished speaking, held Mengmeng with one arm, and pressed the other hand against the old man's wrist.

Spiritual Power flowed through Zhang Han's meridians into his fingers, piercing into the old man's body and moving up and down inside him.

One second, two seconds...

Finally, after twenty seconds, Zhang Han found the problem.

At that moment, Zhang Han remained completely unruffled. He stretched out his palm, placed it on the old man's chest, and abruptly struck downward!

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out, startling everyone.

The old man's condition was already terrible, yet this man had actually dared to strike his chest so hard?

The onlookers had no idea what was happening. They stared wide-eyed at Zhang Han's calm face.

Even the glamorous woman was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, something happened.

"Pfft... cough, cough, cough... pfft..."

The old man on the ground suddenly began coughing. Several mouthfuls of phlegm came sputtering out.

"Huh? Dad, Dad, how are you? Dad, how are you..." The glamorous woman was both delighted and overwhelmed. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she asked him again and again.

"Whew..." The old man took several deep breaths before recovering. He said softly, "Oh, it was so stuffy. I feel much better after coughing up that phlegm. I'm fine..."

After seeing Zhang Han save the old man, the surrounding people spontaneously broke into applause. Waves of astonished gazes focused on him, while words of praise rang out without end.

Zhang Han showed little reaction, but the Little Princess in his arms became extremely excited. Her face shone with pride, as if she were saying, See? My daddy is amazing, right?

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." After seeing that the old man was fine, the glamorous woman hurried over to Zhang Han and thanked him repeatedly. Somewhat incoherently, she said, "I don't know how to repay you. Could you, could you leave me your contact information?"

"No need. I just didn't want to see my daughter cry." Zhang Han shook his head slightly and said calmly, "Have your father smoke less, eat fewer greasy foods, and exercise when he has time. That way, he might live a little longer."

After saying that, Zhang Han carried Mengmeng and turned to leave, leaving the glamorous woman with a complicated expression.

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

Zhang Han glanced at him and said indifferently, "Study traditional Chinese medicine more."

Then he pushed the cart forward.

"Study, study traditional Chinese medicine more..." Mengmeng imitated Zhang Han's tone and said to the man in her childish voice.

Of course, that was just something Zhang Han had said to brush him off. However, Zhang Han also knew that an experienced traditional Chinese doctor would have been able to identify the problem.

What Zhang Han did not know was that, because of that one sentence, the middle-aged man would become renowned as a master of traditional Chinese medicine several years later.

When it was time to pay, the supermarket manager hurried over while half of the items were being scanned.

He decided to let Zhang Han leave without paying as a token of gratitude. After expressing his thanks and waiting for the cashier to pack everything, Zhang Han nodded and carried the items out of the supermarket.

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

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

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

"All right, then she can count too." Zhang Han continued replying in fluent English.

"Huh? Daddy, you..." Mengmeng asked suspiciously, "How do you know English now?"

"Of course I studied it. For Mengmeng, Daddy has to be an all-round father." Zhang Han answered with a laugh in English.

"Oh, Daddy, you're already my hero." Mengmeng answered cutely in her childish voice.

Zhang Han carried Mengmeng toward the car, and the two of them chatted in English as they walked.

There were quite a lot of people in front of the supermarket. The parents with children who understood English were all right, but those who did not understand English wore expressions of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

He even seemed to hear a woman's aggrieved voice:

"Look at that father and child. Now look at you two—one's a glutton, and the other's a little glutton. All you know is eating, eating, eating! You do nothing all day except eat!"

After driving back to the restaurant, Mengmeng sat on the white sofa and played with her toys. Zhang Han prepared to tidy up the kitchen, washing and putting away the cookware they had bought. Before that, however, he decided to play some music. Listening to songs while working was rather pleasant.

Zhang Han opened his MacBook, launched Kugou Music, and clicked on the popular songs station.

As the songs played, Zhang Han listened while tidying the kitchen. The more he listened, the more tightly his brows furrowed.

What was going on?

There were not many good songs among the popular tracks. More than half were not the sort of music Zhang Han liked and were far too noisy. He set down what he was doing, walked over to the computer, and began searching for songs he had liked in his previous life.

He had no idea until he searched, and then he was shocked.

Many songs Zhang Han liked had no information about them at all. Even two singers he had often listened to had never appeared, such as the high-note prodigy Deng Qi.

Moreover, some of the well-known songs by famous singers that Zhang Han knew by heart had never been released.

Take Xue Qian, for example. "Monster," "Within a Few Miles," "What More Do You Want from Me," and "Animal World" all existed, but "Actor," "The Serious Snow," and "Ambiguous" seemed to be missing.

"The Serious Snow" had been one of his breakthrough songs in his previous life. "Actor," in particular, had become popular throughout the country and won many honors.

There were also some singers Zhang Han had never heard of in his previous life who were now extremely popular. Their songs sounded quite good too.

After clicking around, Zhang Han selected a playlist of fifty songs. Thirty were songs he had liked in his previous life, while the rest were hit songs by singers he did not know.

This time, the quality of the songs satisfied Zhang Han. He started the playlist and returned to tidy the kitchen, muttering as he walked:

"I, Immortal Lord Hanyang, was reborn on Earth. It's only natural for me to throw the development of this place into disarray. Ah, after all, my strength was too great back then."

A Tribulation Crossing cultivator could casually destroy an entire planet with a single palm. His strength was overwhelming. Why would he care about a slight change in the entertainment industry? Even if North America vanished or an island nation sank, Zhang Han would not be surprised.

"Actually... I could sell them the songs they never released." Zhang Han pondered for a moment.

He happened to be short of money. If anything came up, a few hundred thousand might not be enough.

"How much should I charge? Forget it. They're their songs anyway. One hundred thousand per song."

After thinking for less than a minute, Zhang Han made his decision.

What he did not know was that, in this era when piracy was rampant, one hundred thousand per song was already an exorbitant price. However, the songs Zhang Han was talking about had once been famous hits, so their value naturally far exceeded one hundred thousand. From another perspective, his price was practically a bargain.

He tidied up until noon, putting away everything they had bought.

The cookware, towels, and other supplies were all washed as well. However, since they had no ingredients, Zhang Han still planned to take Mengmeng outside for lunch.

Just as they were preparing to leave, the first customers arrived at the door.

Three beautiful women in their early twenties, dressed in formal clothes, walked in curiously.

They had been attracted by the sign reading "Mengmeng's Leisure Restaurant." Of course, they did not know that Mengmeng was the Little Princess's nickname, and they were curious why a restaurant would have such a cute name.

They had also glanced inside from the doorway. The unique decor and clean, tidy interior attracted them even more, so they walked in.

"Boss, what cute food does your Mengmeng's restaurant have?" one of the ponytailed women asked with a smile.

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

"Wow, what an adorable little girl."

"What an interesting restaurant name."

"How fun. This is the first time I've seen a restaurant decorated like a home. It feels so cozy."

The three women laughed and commented.

"We haven't opened yet." Suddenly, Zhang Han spoke, pouring a bucket of cold water over their excitement.

"Huh? You're not open yet?"

The three women froze, pursed their lips, and walked out.

They had wanted to enjoy a good meal there, but they had not expected the restaurant to be closed. Helplessly, they could only leave with a hint of disappointment.

"Let's go eat too." Zhang Han chuckled, picked Mengmeng up, and walked outside. As he walked, he asked, "Mengmeng, what do you want for lunch?"

"Eat... um... grilled meat." Mengmeng thought about it and answered in her childish voice.

"All right, then we'll have Korean food." Zhang Han smiled and led Mengmeng out.

After lunch, Zhang Han did not return to the restaurant. Instead, he headed for New Moon Mountain.

As soon as Mengmeng arrived at New Moon Mountain, she happily ran off to play with the dogs. Zhang Han picked up some farming tools and began harvesting the rice. After harvesting a third of the rice field, he had enough rice to produce nearly a hundred pounds of grain, which would last them for quite some time.

Besides the rice, Zhang Han picked some scallions and then went to the chicken coop. During these past few days, the hens had laid nearly a hundred eggs. Their shells were exceptionally round and smooth, and the eggs were a full size larger than ordinary ones. If they grew any bigger, they would almost be the size of goose eggs.

Zhang Han carried the harvested rice to the foot of the mountain in several trips. On the final trip, he left with Mengmeng.

After checking the truck's number, he called one over and then headed to a grain-processing plant.