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"We don't want to hear songs! Are you such a sore loser?" A roar suddenly came from below the stage. "Cheng Lang, are you even a man? Can you do it or not?"

A customer shouted, "I want to request a song—What Kind of Man, dedicated to you!"

"I want to request one too. Not a Man, dedicated to you!"

"Then I'll request Men Should Stand Up, dedicated to you."

"..."

Yao Liangsheng and Yao Liangjing had already returned below the stage. Staring dumbfoundedly at the bar as it descended into revelry, they finally understood why Grand View Stage's customers had always complained that its atmosphere was lacking.

With customers this wild, ordinary people probably couldn't handle them!

Fortunately, Cheng Lang was no ordinary person.

Looking at the customers below, who had already gone berserk with excitement, Cheng Lang held his guitar and said, "Chen said I'm not allowed to casually accept song requests from customers."

Chen, who was listening to crosstalk with Qin Mu, hadn't expected Cheng Lang to dump the blame on him again. He hurriedly picked up his walkie-talkie and notified Wang, "Let him sing! Sing whatever he wants! And request Boys Should Stand Up Too for me while you're at it."

Wang could barely hold back his laughter as he relayed Chen's words to Cheng Lang.

In an instant, the atmosphere below the stage grew even more feverish.

Cheng Lang couldn't help asking, "Is there even such a song?"

Wang said with a smile, "Whether there is or not isn't important. The important thing is that you have to sing it!"

Cheng Lang: "..."

Holding his guitar, Cheng Lang asked with a grief-stricken expression, "Do you have an erhu?"

Wang had no idea why Cheng Lang had suddenly brought that up. "No. Why?"

No reason! He just wanted to play Moon Reflected on the Second Spring for himself.

Cheng Lang held his guitar, adjusted the strings, and, filled with indignation, played a guitar version of Moon Reflected on the Second Spring.

The customers below listened quietly for a while before someone couldn't help saying, "It actually sounds pretty good."

Good as it was, everyone still wanted to hear Men Cry, It's Not a Crime. Especially that domineering female CEO who had been coveting Cheng Lang's looks—she even requested Mature Boy for him. Cheng Lang seriously suspected she was trying to ripen him early.

Sure enough, the moment Cheng Lang finished performing, the domineering female CEO called him over. "Interested in following me?"

Cheng Lang shook his head, his face full of sorrow. "Sis, I really can't."

"Not that." Lü said, "I mean, are you interested in coming to Qin Dynasty Records to work in PR?"

PR? Cheng Lang blinked, looking astonished. "Isn't Qin Dynasty Records a legitimate record company? You provide that kind of service too?"

Lü: "..."

Lü took a deep breath and explained through gritted teeth, "Crisis PR!"

Cheng Lang suddenly understood and gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry. Habitual thinking can be deadly."

Lü looked at Cheng Lang, somewhat curious about how exactly he had grown up.

"I saw the video online of you going to the calligraphy and painting exhibition to 'collect a debt,'" Lü said. She paused slightly, then looked at Cheng Lang with a faintly amused smile. "I knew you were eloquent. But I never expected your way of doing things to suit my taste so well. You're still young. Being a resident singer at White Jade Capital isn't a long-term plan, after all. If you're willing, come to Qin Dynasty Records. I'll train you personally."

"I'll turn you into Qin Dynasty Records' top agent." Lü smiled. "Don't you want to be the client, to be a CEO? I can give you that opportunity."

Cheng Lang had met countless people and could tell Lü was sincere. He smiled. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Ms. Lü. But I'm very satisfied with my side job right now. I don't want to leave White Jade Capital for the time being."

Lü smiled teasingly. "You really plan to earn a hundred million at White Jade Capital?"

Cheng Lang nodded. "At the beginning of a business venture, you always have to find a way to build up some capital."

With that said, Lü couldn't really say anything more. She poured Cheng Lang a glass of water. "You said so much onstage just now. You must be thirsty. Drink some water and soothe your throat."

Cheng Lang really was thirsty. He drained the entire glass of water, then needed to use the restroom.

But before he even made it out of the dance floor, Wang stopped him again.

Looking at the sweat-drenched Cheng Lang, Wang couldn't help sighing. "You really did it, kid! You actually carved out your own path."

Cheng Lang's voice was slightly hoarse as he said with a grin, "I told you, people who aren't ashamed of themselves get around better than people who rely on their faces."

"That makes sense." Wang nodded. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "What did Ms. Lü say to you just now?"

"Ms. Lü wants to train me to become a domineering CEO. I couldn't bear to leave White Jade Capital, so I turned her down."

Wang sighed, then suddenly said, "After Tianye left White Jade Capital, he went to join a talent show."

Cheng Lang raised an eyebrow, not particularly surprised.

Wang continued, "I heard you were the one who pointed him in that direction."

Cheng Lang said, "I just mentioned it casually."

"I was wondering too. He's so stubborn, yet he was actually willing to listen to you." Wang said, "Could you help me persuade him to come back and sign with Qin Dynasty Records?"

Cheng Lang didn't answer Wang directly. Instead, he asked, "Why is he unwilling to sign?"

Wang fell silent.

Cheng Lang said, "People need capital before they can negotiate terms." Without capital, even if someone got to the negotiating table, they would only be fish on the chopping block.

Wang gave a soft laugh. "All right. I understand."

He looked at Cheng Lang, his gaze somewhat complicated. "I really didn't expect you to be so clear-headed at such a young age."

Cheng Lang said with a smile, "I wouldn't call myself clear-headed. I can see clearly because I'm an outsider; you're confused because you care too much, Wang."

Wang patted Cheng Lang on the shoulder and said nothing.

Cheng Lang squeezed out of the dance floor and habitually turned toward the second-floor VIP area. After only a few steps, he sensed someone following him. When he looked back, the Yao Liangsheng and Yao Liangjing brothers were standing neatly behind him.

Cheng Lang: "..."

What was going on tonight? Cheng Lang gave a light laugh. "Are you two here to have a heart-to-heart with me too?"