enjoyebooks 56: Music Director
56: Music Director
Apart from Han Qingyan, no one knew how Han Wen had won over Jiang Wen. Because he hadn't told anyone about what happened that day.
He, a grown man, actually lost to Han Wen and his mother at the dinner table. It's embarrassing to even think about it.
However, he knew that it would be difficult to get back at this place, so he kept it to himself and didn't tell anyone.
For Jiang Wen, losing a drinking contest was nothing compared to lowering his standards to act in a movie.
Zheng Xiaolong was overjoyed that Jiang Wen agreed to star in the drama "Beijingers in New York". After everything was ready, the entire crew and all the actors boarded a plane and flew abroad.
Han Wen personally drove his mother to the airport and watched her board the plane with the rest of the crew before driving away.
Han Qingyan took the entire crew abroad for work, and Han Wen himself wasn't idle either. After carefully considering the timing, he felt that the person he was waiting for should have arrived in Jinghua City.
However, Han Wen didn't know where the person he was looking for lived, so he had no choice but to ask Zhou Yu to help him find the person.
The Silver Mountain Guard is now a large organization with numerous employees and a complex web of relationships that are virtually ubiquitous.
After hearing who Han Wen was looking for, Zhou Yu nodded immediately: "Han Wen, are you sure this person is in Jinghua City?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, he should have arrived by now," Han Wen replied. "Brother, this person is very important to me. Please help me find him, I beg you."
"If Ningning finds out you're being so polite with me, she'll probably be angry." Zhou Yu shook his head: "Fine, give me a week. I'll find him even if I have to dig three feet into the ground."
Jinghua City isn't particularly big, but it's not small either. However, there aren't many places that people from other places can visit.
With my current connections and abilities, finding someone shouldn't be too difficult. Don't worry, just wait for my message.
"Okay." Han Wen nodded, no longer standing on ceremony with Zhou Yu, and asked, "Big brother, it's almost the New Year, haven't you heard from Sister Ning yet?"
"I don't know what's going on, I just feel like something's strange."
However, I don't really know the specific reason myself." Zhou Yu sighed, "You're right."
Logically, with the Lunar New Year approaching, my mother should have notified Ningning to come home. But, to my surprise, there's been no news at all.
On the contrary, my mother's temper has become increasingly worse, like she's going through menopause.
That's Zhou Yu's mother; he can say whatever he wants. But Han Wen can't just make wild guesses or comments. If she becomes his mother-in-law in the future, he'll be furious.
"Since there's no news, let's just forget about it. You're busy, I'm leaving. If you find this person, remember to call me." Han Wen said, preparing to leave.
Zhou Yu nodded and saw Han Wen out of the company before stopping.
After driving home, Han Wen didn't rest. Instead, he started thinking about the angel investment from the leading company.
The company has been registered for quite some time, and although it has received a large number of project proposals, he hasn't invested a single penny.
As a reborn individual, Han Wen has extremely high standards and expectations. He won't invest a single penny unless it's an exceptionally good project.
He wants to be a capitalist, not a philanthropist, so he can't possibly support projects with no potential.
Otherwise, he would be wasting so much time, energy and money. He might as well just go straight into the stock market, pick a few potential stocks, and that would be enough for him to make a profit.
Han Wen had been studying the project proposal at home for several days, and finally received Zhou Yu's call. Han Wen was overjoyed by Zhou Yu's efficient service.
After carefully writing down the address Zhou Yu gave him, he drove away from home and headed towards his destination.
After arriving at his destination, Hanwen parked his car. Then, after searching for a long time, he finally found a small room in the basement.
"Is anyone home?" Han Wen knocked on the door and asked politely.
After a while, a rustling sound came from inside the house. Then, the dilapidated door was opened, and a young man in his twenties appeared in front of Han Wen.
"Who are you looking for?" He glanced at Han Wen and asked curiously.
"Excuse me, are you Zhang Yadong?" Han Wen asked.
"I am Zhang Yadong, and you are?" the other person asked curiously.
"My name is Han Wen, and I'm the general manager of Jubaopen Records Co., Ltd." Han Wen said, taking out his business card and handing it to the other person. "I saw the demo you submitted at a friend's place, and I really liked it."
I feel you have great musical talent and ability, so I came here specifically to see you.
"Treasure Bowl Records?" Zhang Yadong had never heard of this company.
He looked at Han Wen, who was younger than him but exceptionally handsome and dressed elegantly and appropriately, and felt quite surprised.
Jubaopen Records was newly established, so Zhang Yadong naturally hadn't heard of it. In this closed era without the internet, this was quite normal.
"Yes, a newly established music record production company." Han Wen nodded. "If you're interested, I can tell you more about the company. May I come in and sit for a while?"
"The house is very dirty and messy." Zhang Yadong was of course willing, but his house was indeed not suitable for entertaining guests, and he looked somewhat embarrassed and hesitant.
"It's okay, I don't care." Han Wen shook his head and walked straight into the house.
Because it was a basement, the room was very dark. Zhang Yadong didn't turn on the lights to save on electricity.
With no other option, he painstakingly saved up 300 yuan back in his hometown before starting his life as a migrant worker in Beijing. Now, he has spent all the money in his pocket and is penniless.
If he can't find a job or a good opportunity, he really won't be able to hold on any longer.
Han Wen's sudden arrival surprised him somewhat. However, he was determined to hold on tightly to even the slightest hope and refused to let go.
Han Wen entered the rented room and noticed that it was indeed a bit dirty and messy. However, he didn't care.
Firstly, given the circumstances, even the most meticulous person can't achieve perfection. Secondly, artists are generally quite easygoing and don't pay much attention to these other things.
The room contained nothing but a bed, a blanket, and a broken guitar.
"Is this yours?" Han Wen asked, pointing at the guitar, feigning ignorance.
"Yes." Zhang Yadong nodded.
"If you don't mind, how about playing a piece for me?" Hanwen asked.
"Okay." Zhang Yadong nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his guitar, and played a single he had recently composed.
"Come with me." After listening, Han Wen paused for a moment before saying, "Your ideals shouldn't be worn down by life. Your talent shouldn't be buried in this dark and damp place."
"Where are we going with you?" Zhang Yadong asked, puzzled.
"Jubao Records," Han Wen replied. "Zhang Yadong, I admire your talent. Congratulations, from now on, you are the music director of Jubao Records."