Old Wang’s bold move earned him a deep look from Penguin Ma.
“If you need money in the future, just ask.”
“Jack Ma and I will sing a song for everyone.” Old Wang took the microphone himself and walked onto the stage.
Jack Ma cast a meaningful glance at Old Wang. “What is this guy doing here to cause trouble? Can’t anyone see he just wants to annoy Penguin Ma?”
“What song are we singing?” Jack Ma asked with a smile, his expression calm.
“West Sea Love Song, my signature tune. If you don’t know it, just hum along with me,” Old Wang said, looking triumphantly at Jack Ma.
“Since you’re asking me, I’ll answer myself.”
“There’s no song I don’t know, I just don’t know the lyrics. I’ll sing along with you on my phone,” Jack Ma declared, claiming he could do it all.
The audience roared with laughter, finding the two tycoons so humorous.
“Alright.”
After the song, both men were still wanting more. Unfortunately, it was a press conference, and one song was enough.
As they finished, the applause from the audience was like thunder.
“It’s great when rich people sing, you can really feel the original artist’s vibe.”
“Thank you for your support,” Old Wang waved to the audience.
“You know, Old Wang’s rendition of ‘West Sea Love Song’ wasn’t bad at all,” CD Liu said to Penguin Ma.
“Much better than us,” Penguin Ma thought, wishing he had a good voice so he could show off occasionally.
He truly envied Jack Ma’s ability to act cool.
Being eloquent, giving speeches on stage was like a walk in the park for him.
However, all these flashy tricks were useless; his company was still a notch above Penguin Ma’s. In this regard, Penguin Ma felt quite confident.
The Fenglin Entertainment press conference ended on a lighthearted note, and from then on, the entire entertainment industry would bear the mark of Fenglin Entertainment.
Moreover, Fenglin Entertainment never resorted to underhanded tactics, rejecting all artists with tainted reputations and focusing on promoting positive energy.
The Chinese entertainment industry needed a shake-up and a thorough cleanup, as it had become a mess due to the ease of making money.
The next day.
A supremely distinguished figure arrived in Modu: Elder Huang.
The citizens knew Elder Huang was visiting Modu for inspection, but they didn’t know where he would be inspecting, nor were there any road closures or special arrangements.
It was just a bus and two escort vehicles, indistinguishable from ordinary traffic on the streets.
On the bus, Zheng Ming, Liao Changwei, and other Modu leaders accompanied Elder Huang, presenting him with a recent report on Modu.
“Secretary Zheng, Modu has developed well in the past two years. Your contributions are significant,” Elder Huang said, looking at them with admiration.
The men were overjoyed and quickly responded, “Serving the people is our purpose; we don’t talk about achievements.”
Of course, this was their official speak. Who wouldn’t want achievements? Who wouldn’t want to advance further?
“Comrade Qin Guomin, how is your father’s health?”
Elder Huang knew Xia Feng’s relationship with their family and inquired about Qin Kaihu’s health.
Qin Kaihu had also been the Secretary of Modu, a former senior leader, so Elder Huang’s concern was natural.
Qin Guomin was flattered and quickly replied, “Thanks to Elder Huang’s blessings, my father is in robust health. He still insists on drinking with us brothers every day.”
“Haha… Good health is the capital for revolution. Excellent, excellent,” Elder Huang laughed heartily.
“Thank you for your concern, Elder Huang. I will certainly convey your regards to my father,” Qin Guomin said gratefully.
“Secretary Zheng, please make arrangements for tomorrow. I’d like to meet Li Chaoren,” Elder Huang instructed.
“Understood,” Zheng Ming replied.
The car drove towards Xia Feng’s villa. Zheng Ming and Qin Guomin knew the destination, but Liao Changwei looked utterly perplexed.
They had not received any official itinerary for Elder Huang’s inspection.
It wasn't until the car stopped at the villa on Qinglong Bay mountain that Liao Changwei recognized the place as a gathering spot for Modu's wealthy.
These were residences of the rich. But what was Elder Huang inspecting here?
Despite his doubts, Liao Changwei dared not ask.
It was something not to be mentioned.
“Elder Huang, it’s here. That kid enjoys his life here every day,” Elder Li said, pointing at the villa.
“Haha… This place looks good. He has good taste,” Elder Huang said, glancing at the villa and praising it.
Hearing their conversation, Liao Changwei became even more confused.
“That kid?”
Liao Changwei, still somewhat clueless, followed them out of the car. He walked up to Qin Guomin and whispered, “Comrade Guomin, who is the 'kid' Elder Li is referring to? I wasn’t aware of such a prominent figure in Modu!”
He wasn't foolish. He could tell by now that Elder Huang and Elder Li seemed to be visiting someone here, and their tone suggested a close relationship with that person.
“You’ll know when the time comes,” Qin Guomin replied.
Liao Changwei fell silent, not daring to ask further. After all, he dared not inquire about Elder Huang's affairs.
“Elder Huang, Elder Li, why have you come?” Long Aotian walked out quickly.
He knew Elder Huang and Elder Li were visiting Modu for inspection today, but he hadn't expected them to come directly to Xia Feng’s place as soon as they landed.
“To crash a meal,” Elder Li chuckled.
“Uh…”
Even the usually meticulous and stern Long Aotian was speechless.
“Where is that kid?” Elder Li asked.
“Master is at Fudan University teaching. I’ll pick him up around noon,” Long Aotian replied truthfully.
“That kid?”
“Teaching at Fudan University?”
“A young person?”
Liao Changwei pieced together the conversation and gathered this useful information.
So, it seemed the person they were looking for today was a teacher?
A young teacher, at that?