Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 69 Either a Scoundrel or a Thief

Dao Lang looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Before long, Qian Lang also looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You plagiarized?"

Qian Lang looked at the things Dao Lang had given him and spoke coldly.

But I felt very uneasy.

Because Dao Lang also gave him a song called "The First Snow of 2002," an unfinished version!

"I don't!!!"

"I can't believe it," said the wolf in a panic.

These days, if someone is accused of plagiarism before they even become famous, their career is over.

Moreover, he hates plagiarism the most.

"Then how do you explain it?"

Qian Lang pointed to Dao Lang's sheet music and said.

Daolang swallowed hard.

How did he explain it?

He hadn't finished writing it yet, but someone else had already taken the completed version.

The sheet music is the same as what he wrote.

The lyrics are the same as what he had already written.

He... even jumping into the Peacock River wouldn't clear his name.

Sweat was visibly beading on Daolang's forehead.

The atmosphere in the small office became heavy.

Zhang Yu stood silently beside Qian Lang, coldly watching Dao Lang.

"What a coincidence... what a coincidence... Teacher Qian, do you think it's possible?"

Dao Lang said this without even believing it himself.

And he was about to cry.

"coincide?"

Qian Lang spoke with a frown, then closed his eyes.

He was worried too.

How could he help Daolang cover up the situation?

How did you come up with the idea to write this song?

Qian Lang opened his eyes and asked.

"I...I...last year's heavy snow left a deep impression on me."

"Me too!"

I was referring to the heavy snow in XJ.

"Me too!"

"this,,,,"

Dao Lang couldn't continue speaking.

Qian Lang spoke up for him.

"Knife Wolf, I've thought of a possibility. It's actually happened many times in history. For example, there's a poem that goes, 'A white cloud drifts away leisurely,' and another that goes, 'Idle clouds reflected in the pool, the sun shines leisurely.' Don't you think they're similar?"

Dao Lang listened and said, "Does it look like it?"

But it doesn't matter.

"Yes, very much so, Teacher Qian. We must be on the same wavelength."

"Haha, we have a shared vision."

Qian Lang laughed.

He cursed inwardly, thinking how incredibly annoying it was.

Then Daolang laughed too.

Only Zhang Yu felt that something seemed off.

She asked a question.

"Who is Youyou?"

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What follows is a clash between two musical prodigies.

Qian Lang sang, and Dao Lang listened.

Dao Lang sang, and Qian Lang listened.

After a short while, the two really did seem to appreciate each other.

Zhang Yu, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed listening to it.

After the two sang it a few times, she was able to hum a few lines.

That evening, Dao Lang treated everyone to dinner.

Drink wine from large bowls and eat meat in large bites!

XJ's wine, it's intoxicating!

"Luo Lin, come to Beijing and work with me. I'll give you a bright future."

Drunk with alcohol, Qian Lang put his arm around Dao Lang's shoulder and slurred.

"No, I think you should come to XJ instead. There's fine wine, grasslands, and beautiful girls here. Qianlang, come on, we'll create music that will amaze the world."

"Where is the beautiful girl?"

"Haha, you need to look carefully!"

Both of them had drunk too much.

He's talking more and more.

They drank from sunset until the moon was high in the sky.

This is the first day.

The two discussed cooperation the next day, and continued drinking that evening!

On the third day, Dao Lang took him to see the grasslands of XJ, where they rode horses and stayed overnight at an ovoo (a sacred cairn), continuing to drink!

On the fourth day, Qian Lang couldn't drink anymore!

If he drinks again, he'll really have to stay in XJ.

"Brother, I'm waiting for you to soar to the sky, I'm waiting for your first snowfall!"

Qian Lang sent his last text message to XJ and then turned off his phone!

The plane slowly took off.

Urumqi is getting smaller and smaller.

This city, however, left a deep impression on Qian Lang.

Zhang Yu sat by the window, watching the city grow smaller and smaller, but a sense of unease crept into her heart.

Here, she can be unrestrained. She dares to go out and hold Qian Lang's hand, and she dares to kiss Qian Lang on the street.

And now we're finally going back.

"Are we going to be brought back to square one?"

Zhang Yu muttered to herself.

"What?"

Qian Lang didn't hear clearly and asked a question.

"It's nothing, it's just... Qian Lang, Mr. Qian, may I lean on your shoulder again?"

Zhang Yu said sadly.

She has children; she doesn't have the courage to recklessly pursue money.

Qian Lang shifted his position, finding a spot where Zhang Yu could lean against him more comfortably.

He also sensed Zhang Yu's sadness.

He understood her better.

However, he found Zhang Yu adorably silly.

"Zhang Yu, from now on you'll be given a different position... um, let's call you Chief Financial Officer. It's not good for an accountant to always be accompanying the boss on business trips. Yeah, that's settled."

Zhang Yu, who was leaning on Qian Lang's shoulder, suddenly brightened up.

Then he nudged his head hard against Qian Lang's neck.

so cute!

At this point, the plane began to climb the hill rapidly.

Amidst the sounds of engines and airflow, it soared straight into the sky!

A few hours later, the two returned to Beijing and went their separate ways.

Zhang Yu got into a taxi.

Qian Lang got into Liu Tao's car.

Zhang Yu looked at the charming Liu Tao and could only manage a bitter smile.

"You didn't do anything to your female secretary, did you?"

Liu Tao asked as he drove.

"What nonsense are you talking about? She's the CFO. I'm going there to discuss a collaboration. I've invested in one of XJ's music companies, so she has to go."

Qian Lang looked at the familiar Beijing city and spoke.

"BJ is still the best."

"What, you still want to stay in XJ?"

"Hehe, almost there. Girl over there, let me tell you... you wouldn't even pass there."

"screw you."

That night, Qian Lang once again exceeded his physical limits.

Well, it's mainly because Zhang Yu has been squeezing me out too much these past few days.

The next day, Qian Lang originally planned to go directly to the film set, but unexpectedly received a message from Dong Xuan.

And it's good news!

The other party agreed, a flat price of 50!

Qian Lang happily hugged Liu Tao and spun him around three times.

Liu Tao was also very happy and told Qian Lang to be sure to come back that night, as she would cook a delicious meal for him.

Money Waves...

Around 10 o'clock, Dong Xuan and a man arrived at [Langchao Entertainment]!

"Teacher Qian, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Wang Jianguo, who is also my agent."

Dong Xuan introduced the man next to her.

Qian Lang chuckled upon hearing this, realizing that he shared the same name as his former homeroom teacher.

"Mr. Wang, hello, please have a seat!"

"Please have some tea!"

Lin Sisi placed two cups of tea in front of the two of them.

Then I went out and closed the door for them.

"Mr. Qian is truly a young man of great talent. At such a young age, he is not only an actor but also a songwriter. I heard that you also invested in a movie. He is indeed a young hero."

Wang Jianguo didn't drink the tea; instead, he looked at Qian Lang and spoke.

"Mr. Wang, you flatter me. I was just lucky!"

Qian Lang also smiled as he spoke.

But a sense of unease crept into my mind.

Nothing to do is to commit crimes or to steal.

And they investigated him so thoroughly.

What are you doing?

Are you checking household registration?

He felt that things weren't so simple today.

Sure enough, the man surnamed Wang kept rambling on and on, never mentioning the contract.

As for Dong Xuan, she was nothing more than a puppet.

Qian Lang couldn't hold back any longer; if they didn't cooperate, he still had to go to the film set.

"Ms. Dong, what does the contract say?"

He didn't continue arguing with Wang Jianguo, but instead turned to Dong Xuan.

Dong Xuan opened her mouth slightly, but said nothing. Instead, she looked at Wang Jianguo.

"Mr. Qian, the contract is fine, but before signing, I have one more suggestion!"