novelraw Chapter 35 Miss Lin, are you using this favor as your dowry?
Chapter 35 Miss Lin, are you using this favor as your dowry?
Song Ze was awakened by the sound of the door being slammed.
He sat up from the sofa.
The wall clock pointed to 4:15 p.m.
Three and a half hours had passed since the fax of the incomplete score was sent.
He reached out and picked up the half-cup of coffee from the coffee table.
The coffee had long since gone cold.
He tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
The cold, bitter liquid slid down my esophagus, forcibly dispelling my drowsiness.
Failure is a high-probability event.
"Did Professor Sa refuse?"
Song Ze sat upright in place, his posture steady.
This was entirely within his expectations.
The national team has always cherished its reputation.
It's impossible to easily assign a supporting role to a popular celebrity who has just emerged from a plagiarism scandal.
Even though that incomplete score of "Left Finger Pointing to the Moon" has a perfect music theory structure.
But for veteran artists of that caliber, it's simply beneath their notice.
Zhang Juan shook her head vigorously, making a very large movement.
Her neat, ear-length short hair was now disheveled.
She strode to her desk.
Place the phone screen-down on the table.
"It wasn't a call from Sa Dingding Studio."
Zhang Juan braced herself on the edge of the table with both hands, leaning forward extremely.
Even his breathing rhythm was disrupted.
"It's Lin Shishi."
Song Ze's hand, holding the empty cup, froze in mid-air.
The brain works at lightning speed, and information is reorganized within two seconds.
Lin Shishi.
A rising star in the pop music scene.
They secured their place in the market thanks to a few hit OSTs from idol dramas.
Satintin.
A professional Buddhist chanter within the system.
He frequents official large-scale galas and the halls of fine art.
They strongly oppose excessive commercial hype.
The two individuals operate in fields separated by insurmountable professional barriers.
No matter how much money the pop industry has, it can't break down the security door of veteran artists within the system.
"My fax was sent in less than an hour."
Zhang Juan straightened up and pulled over the boss's chair next to her.
He slumped down heavily.
She called my personal number directly.
Zhang Juan swallowed.
"She didn't go through the cumbersome layers of business communication in the studio."
"She directly utilized the core network of high-level connections behind her."
"I personally delivered that incomplete score of 'Left Finger Pointing to the Moon' to Teacher Sa himself."
Zhang Juan paused for a moment.
He grabbed the mineral water bottle on the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.
Water droplets dripped down his chin and onto the collar of his business suit.
"Moreover, she received a definite answer from Professor Sa himself."
Song Ze pushed the coffee cup away.
Cross your hands and place them on your knees.
Lin Shishi simply types a few words on WeChat or makes a phone call.
That would forcefully tear open the airtight door of the national team.
I was on my balcony on Wuzhizhou Island late last night.
The other person was wearing a white silk nightgown.
The question posed so casually, "What if I were that rich woman?"
The value of gold is now tangible.
Zhang Juan only sent that incomplete score to a publicly available business fax number.
This is just the tip of the iceberg that Lin Shishi has revealed so far.
This completely overturned Song Ze's understanding of the landscape of capital in the Chinese entertainment industry.
Having money isn't enough.
It is also necessary to reach the deepest layers of personal networks.
buzzing.
The phone, which was lying face down on the table, began to vibrate violently.
A blinding light spilled from the edge of the screen, shining onto the dimly lit desktop.
Zhang Juan did not reach out to touch it.
She stared at the vibrating machine for two seconds.
Extending his index finger, he pushed the phone directly onto the smooth tabletop in front of Song Ze.
Three words flashed in the center of the screen: Lin Shishi.
Song Ze extended his right hand and pressed the green answer button with his fingertips.
Turn on the speaker.
The rustling sound of turning pages came from the phone's speaker.
The rhythm is slow and even.
"The four consecutive staccato notes in the second measure, plus the strong pressure directly hitting C5."
"Your writing style is pushing the limits of the human vocal cords."
The woman's voice was clear and steady.
There was no deliberate pandering in front of the dating show cameras as is usually the case.
Song Ze leaned back on the sofa.
I changed to a more relaxed sitting posture.
"Miss Lin, your extraordinary connections and influence have truly broadened my horizons."
"I'm curious, how did you find out about this?"
He tapped his fingers rhythmically on his kneecap.
His tone carried a hint of teasing.
"Going to such lengths to help, you wouldn't be trying to use this favor as a dowry, would you?"
Zhang Juan suddenly turned her head and stared at Song Ze.
He opened and closed his lips, desperately trying to signal with his eyes.
The other party was able to bypass layers of commercial barriers and connect with powerful figures within the system.
The background is unfathomable.
Making such a tactless joke at this critical juncture.
It's tantamount to lighting a powder keg.
If they are not careful, Xingyao Entertainment will be linked to Song Ze himself.
They would all be easily crushed by the other party.
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the speaker.
Then came a very soft laugh.
"I dare to marry you, do you dare to marry me?"
Song Ze stopped tapping his knee.
He kept a cold face and didn't respond.
"Don't misunderstand."
Lin Shishi's tone instantly returned to its cold and aloof tone.
"I don't need your thanks, and I certainly don't want you to remember any favors."
"I got involved in this for a very simple reason."
"I understood the explosive power in that high note."
"I just want to hear just how amazing the complete version is."
"As for why I received this fax."
She paused for a second.
"Coincidentally, I have a distant cousin who works as a clerk in Sa Dingding's studio."
"I just happened to see that piece of paper."
Song Ze rubbed the pad of his index finger.
A distant cousin?
Clerk?
Able to adhere to team rules within three hours.
Sending an imported score to Sa Dingding, bypassing the proper channels?
This excuse is utterly lame.
Even third-rate screenwriters wouldn't dare to include it in their scripts.
This is practically telling Song Ze directly—no matter how bad the reason I give.
You have to honestly accept this result.
But he didn't want to tear down that thin veil.
"Okay, whatever you say."
"Then thank you very much for your help, Miss Lin."
He got straight to the point.
"What was their response?"
"Next Wednesday at 2 PM."
Lin Shishi quickly gave a detailed house number.
"Yanjing Songzhuang Art District, No. 3 Independent Villa".
"She's only giving you fifteen minutes."
"Understood. Thank you."
"Any other arrangements, Miss Lin?"
Song Ze reached out, preparing to hang up the phone.
"What's the rush?"
Lin Shishi interrupted his actions directly.
The crisp sound of high heels clicking could be heard from the other end of the phone.
Tap, tap, tap.
When I stopped walking, the echo in the space was very loud.
"I just received an invitation to be part of the initial lineup for 'I Am a Singer 2017'."
She dropped this bombshell without warning.
My audition is scheduled for the afternoon of September 6th.
Lin Shishi's words had a very strong penetrating power.
"It's exactly the day after your audition on September 5th."
"I'll buy the earliest flight and fly there, sitting in the audience watching you."
She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each syllable.
"Let me see for myself how you sing!"
"Don't let me, the idol who isn't highly regarded, pass the audition, while you, the genius who always complains about not wanting to work hard, slink away in the first round."
"beep--"
Without giving Song Ze any chance to respond, the call was unilaterally cut off.