Boss, He Knows...

Welcome to "I'm Trapped in the Same Day for a Thousand Years," exclusively produced by Feilu Novel Network, narrated by Sang Ze Wang Xiaomo Lao He.

Seeing Wu Chen's attitude, Song Xuan, still somewhat skeptical, couldn't really say anything. He even felt that Wu Chen was overconfident because of the sudden popularity of the Heart's Remedy, but he wouldn't say it aloud.

Then let's talk about love.

Song Xuan thought to himself.

What about style type?

Wu Chen asked again.

The style is lyrical, and the chorus could be a bit faster.

Song Xuan spoke slowly, drawing out his words, and added that it would be best if it had a bit of a punk feel.

Wu Chen smiled, raised an eyebrow, and nodded, his expression indicating that everything was fine and there was no problem.

A love-themed ballad incorporates punk elements, especially in the most important chorus. This may seem contradictory, but it is actually not contradictory at all.

Many songs start with a beautiful, lyrical melody, but suddenly become more energetic in the chorus.

This contrast can highlight the explosive power of the chorus, but it is also very difficult to write.

However, this poses no problem for Wu Chen, who has a bunch of songs that are already confirmed to be hits overnight.

There are only a few types of songs, and love is the biggest theme in songs, so Wu Chen has plenty of material for that.

Have I mentioned too much?

Song Xue suddenly changed his tune again.

The more confident Wu Chen appeared, the more uncertain he felt inside.

How about we make love the theme? You can write whatever you want, senior.

Then I wrote it.

Wu Chen didn't say anything more, and started writing rapidly in the notebook without pausing at all. Wu Chen wrote incredibly fast, as if he didn't need to think at all.

Song Xuan felt that Wu Chen was just using a song she had written before to appease him, but something didn't feel right, because Wu Chen had only asked him what song to write today.

In about ten minutes, Wu Chen finished writing the lyrics, and less than ten minutes later, Wu Chen finished writing the sheet music.

Next came the mixing section, where Wu Chen marked the instruments, the harmonies, and the singing techniques for different stages.

Wu Chen knew Song Xuan's voice and singing habits, so his annotations were targeted.

Once Wu Chen finishes writing, Song Xuan can directly record a demo based on the content in the notebook, without needing any guidance or correction from anyone else.

It took a total of half an hour.

Wu Chen finished writing, handed the notebook back to Song Xuan, and then smiled and said, "Let me see."

Song Xuan took it and looked down at the A Song for Me.

Song Xuan muttered something; he was reading the song title, "The A Song for Me."

This is a song that starts off very light and refreshing, but suddenly gets really energetic in the chorus. It's a song that talks about love in a cool way. Because it's just lyrics, Song Xuan can't judge what the song will feel like in the end, but judging from the lyrics alone, it's very well written.

Thank you, senior.

After watching the song, Song Xuan didn't comment on its quality, but instead thanked Wu Chen.

I'm selling it to you, what are you thanking me for?

Wu Chen smiled, as if this reminded Song Xuan.

Oh, right.

Song Xun realized what was happening, pulled out his phone, and asked, "Senior, what's your bank account number?"

I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to you first. If it's a revenue-sharing contract, we can schedule a time later. I definitely won't renege on my promise. Scan the QR code.

Wu Chen opened the QR code for receiving payment on his phone, placed the phone screen on the table, and pushed it over.

Wu Chen knew that Song Xuan, being a "penguin father," always had millions of yuan in pocket money on hand during his micro-training sessions, and he was always learning how to make payments by scanning QR codes.

100,000 yuan has been received.

Alright, that's enough for today, I have other things to do.

Wu Chen put away his phone and stood up.

Okay, senior, that's all for now.

Song Xuan also stood up. Actually, he was also in a hurry to leave. He needed to go back to record a song and didn't want to waste any time.

Senior, let's meet up again next time. I'll treat you to dinner, and we can have a good chat.

Wu Chen stopped talking nonsense, straightened her suit, smiled at Song Xuan, and turned to leave.

As Wu Chen passed by Bai Ling's table, he glanced at her, seemingly unintentionally, as she fiddled with her phone and sent a Bai Ling.

Bai Linzi seemed not to have noticed Wu Chen. Only when Wu Chen walked over with his back to him did he turn his head to look at him, and then tapped the send button on his phone's chat interface.

Song Xuan watched Wu Chen leave and then sit down again. He tidied up his laptop bag and other things that he always carried with him. Before putting away his notebook, he looked at Wu Chen's slightly furrowed brows and pursed lips. He still felt it was unreliable, even though Wu Chen's song was quite good and the theme and style were only decided by him today. It was very likely that Wu Chen had just written it.

Song Xue wouldn't question Wu Chen's talent, but will he become famous?

Is it possible?

Many established singers, surrounded by a group of professionals, still find themselves fading into obscurity. Their new songs simply don't become hits, and nobody listens to them. It's incredibly difficult to make a song a hit. How could Wu Chen possibly write something so casually and expect it to work?

Although that's what he thought, Song Xuan would definitely ask Luo Ge and Fa Ge for help when he got back. He'd already spent the money, so he was determined to give it a try.

A few minutes later, on East Wind Road, Wu Chen was driving Lamborghini at a moderate speed. He frequently checked his rearview mirror because he had been followed by cars ever since he left the coffee shop. At first, it was just one car, but now, a few minutes later, two more cars arrived, making it three cars following him together. Wu Chen was not surprised at all.

Two minutes later, the fourth car that had been following them finally appeared. The first three were two sedans and a minivan, and the fourth was a black SUV that suddenly turned right and followed Wu Chen's Lamborghini as it passed the intersection.

Wu Chen knew what they were up to. He gave them a chance, but not now. He floored the accelerator, and the Lamborghini suddenly accelerated, but not too fast, ensuring that the four cars following could keep up but not catch up further. They couldn't completely encircle the Lamborghini unless they wanted to cause a major accident, but clearly they didn't want to.

Another twenty minutes passed. On Ten Thousand Dragons Road in East District of Donghai City, at the southeast corner of the intersection of Ten Thousand Dragons Road and East Stone Avenue, right next to this wide intersection, stood a corporate building that was more than ten stories high.

This building looks quite old, at least a decade or so ago. Its architectural style is very advanced and well-designed; it doesn't look dated even now.

The Lamborghini sped towards the building, slowing down as it approached. Only after he drove off did four other cars close in.

One car overtook and stopped ahead, while the other three cars blocked the road to the left, right, and behind.

Wu Chen slammed on the brakes to bring the Lamborghini to a stop, turned off the engine, and slammed the key on the door.

Wu Chen quickly finished removing his makeup, one hand in his pocket, his expression calm.

People got out of all four surrounding cars; they were a group of bodyguards in black suits.

Wu Chen turned his head and glanced at the leader, a burly, short-haired bodyguard in his thirties.

Without even looking at their positions, Wu Chen knew who the leader was.

The man walked directly up to Wu Chen and said seriously, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, please come over. Our boss wants to see you."

That was quite a polite way of putting it. Let's go.

Wu Chen laughed, and as he Lamborghini, he tossed the car keys to his short-haired bodyguard, saying, "Help me park the car."

After saying that, he walked around the people and headed straight for the main entrance of the company building.

The short-haired bodyguard's expression turned strange for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

After signaling the others to follow Wu Chen, he looked at the car keys Wu Chen had tossed him, then took out his phone and dialed a number, which connected quickly.

Were they intercepted?

After the call connected, the other party immediately asked a question; it was a very soft woman's voice.

The boss stopped the short-haired bodyguard, his tone even stranger. What happened?

The woman sensed something was off about the bodyguard's tone and refused to cooperate.

No, no, the bodyguards are coming soon. At the same time, he looked up at the top of the company building, where there were four large characters on the roof: Senlan Group.

Boss, he's parked downstairs right now; he seems to know you're looking for him.

The bodyguard's tone was strange, and he wasn't entirely certain.

What?

Wu Yurong's voice faltered.

Senlan Building is the headquarters of Donghai Senlan Apparel Group.

Compared to other companies of similar size, Senlan Apparel's headquarters building is not impressive enough, which is largely due to the industry situation.

The clothing industry is a traditional industry. Sanlan currently has more than 1,500 stores nationwide and 6 factories across the country. In the suburban industrial zone of the East Sea, they have even built a Senlan Apparel Industrial Park.

Compared to Senlan Group's current market capitalization, Senlan's fixed asset valuation is actually higher than its market capitalization, a situation that is not uncommon among large listed companies.

What affects stock prices are a company's profits and overall operating conditions; the amount of fixed assets is secondary.

Many lightweight investment companies have almost no fixed assets, yet their market value explodes, which is also due to this reason.

Wu Chen entered the Sanlan Building, followed by several bodyguards who appeared to be his personal bodyguards. However, they weren't; these bodyguards were there to keep an eye on Wu Chen and prevent Wu Chen from suddenly running away.

The people from the Slan Group naturally recognized Wu Chen's bodyguard as one of the vice chairman's men, so no one stopped him.

Upon entering the elevator, Wu Chen turned around and stood there without moving. The bodyguard swiped his card and pressed the button for the 16th floor.

The other floors of this building don't require card access, since it's not an office building and everyone in the building belongs to the same company. Only the 16th and 17th floors require card access, which is quite unique.

The elevator went up and soon we arrived at the 6th floor.

As soon as you step out of the elevator, you can feel that this floor is very special, with a completely different decoration style from the First Floor.

Logically, the headquarters building of a large corporation should have a unified decoration style, but this one is not on the 16th floor, and the corridors are decorated with a very artistic atmosphere.

Without needing any guidance, Wu Chen knew which way to go.

The bodyguards following Wu Chen all looked at him with strange eyes.

As Wu Chen walked towards the CEO's office entrance, several bodyguards suddenly quickened their pace and blocked his way.

One of the bodyguards went to the door and knocked first.

Boss, the person has arrived.

The bodyguard entered the office.

A soft female voice rang out in the office.

The bodyguard pushed open the door, then stepped aside and said to Wu Chen, "Mr. Wu. Wu Chen, please come into the office."

The bodyguard then closed the office door behind him.

Wu Chen paused at the doorway as he entered, taking in the enormous office space.

This office is at least 100 square meters in size and is decorated in a very stylish manner.

The owner of this office is a woman with excellent taste, and also a self-taught but exceptionally talented fashion designer.

The office is roughly divided into two parts. The right side, near the door, reflects the overall office style and has all the necessary furnishings. On the left side, there are many mannequins dressed in fashion, and in the middle, there is a large workbench with lots of fabrics, scissors, rulers, and other tools. It's an open-plan workspace that blends seamlessly into the office environment.

When Wu Chen entered the office, there were already two women inside. One was a tall and thin woman wearing a black suit and a single ponytail. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she had a very heroic air about her, and you could tell at a glance that she was very tall, over 1.75 meters, which would be tall enough for a woman to be a model.

Her name is Chu Ye, she is 28 years old, a rare female special forces soldier in China, retired, and a former member of the peacekeeping force. Currently, she is Wu Yu's bodyguard. A large desk, a woman in a business suit, a diamond ring on her little finger, holding a fashion magazine, her face partially obscured, this is Wu Chen.

Five seconds after entering the room, he slowly put the magazine down, tilted his head slightly, and smiled at Wu Chen.

I had long admired Mr. Wu. He looked to be no more than twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with exceptionally fair skin, but his actual age was 42.

She's like an ageless actress on screen. If she doesn't speak, she can even give off a youthful vibe. And when she does speak, her voice is incredibly soft, a sweet yet magnetic voice. Especially her intonation, which is very comfortable and pleasant to listen to. It's the kind of voice that gives you the feeling of a gentle older sister.

Wu Yurong Wu Yurong, the East Sea's Top Beauty, Wu Chen a 10 out of 10 when she was at her peak. She was truly beautiful from every angle back then.

Wu Chen had seen his old photos and the video of his 18th birthday ceremony.

However, as Wu Chen said, aesthetics is a very subjective thing. The 10 points that Wu Chen gave is his own rating, but a perfect score is not the highest peak of female beauty.

Wu Chen felt that once you reach Wu Yurong's level of attractiveness, it becomes very difficult to make more detailed distinctions.

Every woman is beautiful in her own way; as long as they don't look exactly alike, there are differences.

But when the difference reaches this level, it's really hard to say which is better, because people have different aesthetic preferences. Some people like deep bird's nests, some like oval faces, and some like baby faces.

Wu Yurong was a perfect 10 back then, but Li Ruobing once asked Wu Chen what Wu Yurong score would be now. Wu Chen didn't answer, but he just didn't say, not that he couldn't judge.

Based on his personal aesthetic sense, Wu Yuerong is still a 9 out of 10.

This is even after Wu Chen lowered the rating because Wu Chen didn't like Wu Yuerong's overly deep scheming and felt that her gentleness was fake.

In other words, in Wu Chen's opinion, if a man doesn't know Wu Yurong and likes mature women, he would still give Wu Yurong a perfect score.

Wu Yurong exudes different charms at different ages.

Mr. Wu, isn't it a bit impolite of you to invite me here like this?

Wu Chen smiled faintly and looked at Wu Yurong, asking.

Mr. Wu, although I don't know what your purpose is, Wu Yurong smiled and habitually adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses.

Aren't you the one being impolite?

Yeah?

What impolite thing did I do?

Wu Chen smiled, feigning ignorance.

Wu Yurong maintained her smile, and looked at Wu Chen with a very feminine and gentle gaze, as if she were leaning on her boss.

He gestured to Chu Yan, the female bodyguard on the sofa to the side, and then spoke.

Chu Yan stood up without saying a word and walked straight out.

After everyone left, Wu Yurong gestured to Wu Chen again, and said with a smile in a soft voice, "Hmph, Mr. Wu..."

His attitude remained impeccably polite, which was his most terrifying trait. This woman, after being tormented by fate, seemed to have suddenly gained some insight.

Compared to Li Ruobing very direct and whose anger is evident in her expression, Wu Yurong is different. He can speak to anyone without any anger, but in the blink of an eye, he can ruin their family and cause their death.

Wu Chen understood him, so Wu Chen knew very well that when he first met Wu Yurong, he should not believe anything Wu Yurong said, nor should he believe his attitude or his smile.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive people; Wu Yurong is the most typical example.

Wu Chen walked over to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and turned to look at Wu Yuerong and said, "Let's talk."

Wu Yurong smiled and gestured to Wu Chen, "Mr. Wu, what is your purpose in deliberately approaching my daughter?"

Surely it's not because you're short of money?

Does Miss Li Ruobing know about this?

Mr. Wu?

Wu Chen smiled and asked Dai Yunsheng's daughter, "Do you care about her that much too?"

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