Chapter 373: Chapter 373: 236 What is the national style ceiling, now I’m truly sweating buckets_4

I wasn’t hooked at all, I was just engaged in a game of wits with Xu Qingyan. Pretending to be completely captivated by the songwriting was actually part of my own plan.

“Fuck, this song… not bad at all.” My bestie’s eyes widened as she took her phone back, “Let me see, this Teacher Xu you found really has some skills.”

“Humph, more than just a few skills.” Jiang Ling was somewhat proud, thinking about her own song “Yu Ai,” her confidence surged—it was like having a road paved by a big shot.

I didn’t feel it at first, but now I can’t help but feel like I’m riding on someone’s coattails.

“Indeed, it’s more than a few skills, this ‘Blue and White Porcelain’… my bestie lost her appetite for food as she leaned against the chair scrolling through posts, “The song released this afternoon, that’s some high efficiency.”

“Hey, who is this person, how come there are so many comments after they shared ‘Blue and White Porcelain’?”

“Let me see?” Jiang Ling reached out for the phone, glanced at it, and couldn’t help but look stunned, “Ji Shi’an, Director Ji? He shared Blue and White Porcelain…”

“Director Ji? What does he do?”

“The director of the Spring Festival Gala.”

“Ah?”

…..

Gan Wenchang was scrolling through the posts, almost getting dizzy.

Fuck, I had him contact the director to explain a bit, and this son of a bitch just smoothed everything over. A single ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ has flattened the traditional style music scene, so much for not being very good, huh?

He suddenly remembered a few days ago, the two of them smoking on the hotel balcony, Xu Qingyan slightly drunk. When talking about life aspirations, Xu fantasized about living as a billionaire in the future.

The two were on good terms, and this damn guy just joked around with him. Things like setting up a company, making him go downstairs to buy coffee every day, not one cup less.

At that time, Gan Wenchang didn’t take it seriously, and they exchanged some trash talk with Xu Qingyan.

He claimed that if you really managed it, bro, this reincarnation would be a total waste.

This time he was truly sweating buckets, fuck, mom’s life, Xu the dog really had the goods, he really came through, now it’s like “both sides of the great path are strewn with bones, yet not a single one can slightly trip the foot.”

Looking at the chat interface with Xu Qingyan, sweat poured down his back. He couldn’t say nothing at all, playing dead wouldn’t work, so he sent a flippant message.

“Bro, what you wrote is really good. Compared to you, Zou Lewei is just a dick.”

No sooner had the message been sent than Xu Qingyan’s WeChat call came in. Gan Wenchang looked at Xu Qingyan’s avatar, too afraid to answer, waiting for the call to end automatically.

A few seconds later, Xu Qingyan sent a few voice messages.

Gan Wenchang swallowed, nervous as he opened the first voice message. Sure enough, a blast of trash talk burst forth, boasting in a unique voice.

“Barking dog? Do you like the sound of a dog barking so much? I write hit songs with my bare hands, what about you?”

“How do you know I wrote ten songs in two months, each one of them a hit with no clothes on?”

Gan Wenchang laughed, indeed it was the first time he had made such a friend.

He originally planned to come to this branch venue just for the experience, but unexpectedly found someone who really suited his tastes.

The two hadn’t known each other for long, but they hit it off right away, really clicked. Both are social creatures, but it’s rare to be sincerely genuine at the core, and they’re good to their friends around them.

Looking at the thread with seven or eight green-red dots of voice messages, he almost got dizzy.

He rapidly tapped out a reply, “Bro, stop cursing, I was wrong.”

“I’m on my knees, stop cursing at me.”

Xu Qingyan replied with one word, “Tsk.”

Gan Wenchang cursed “son of a bitch,” the smile at the corner of his mouth eased, and he couldn’t help but share “Blue and White Porcelain” in the family group.

“A song written by my good bro, it’s kind of mediocre.”

The uncle who worked behind the scenes at the Spring Festival Gala sent a thumbs-up emoji and commented, “The melody is beautiful, the word choice is exquisite, a talent with great potential.”

Gan Wenchang was speechless and sent a few ellipses.

“Uncle, you didn’t even click on it, did you.”

The other party replied with a haha, “I have to work overtime today. Another language-based act got axed, and now we have to come up with something on the spot, which is a headache.”

“This song is really good, no cap, it’s top-tier,” Gan Wenchang, unable to contain his pride, although it didn’t feel great, heaped on insincere praise, “It’s way better than the national style songs on the market.”

The uncle responded with a received message, leaving him totally in silence.

Thankfully, his cousin was there to show support, posting a “I’m going” emoji in the group chat. As he hoped, it caused quite a stir, with rapid-fire messages coming out seven or eight at a time.

“This song is really good, when did it come out?”

“The style is so stunning, and the lyrics are top-notch.”

“‘The sky blue waits for the misty rain, and I wait for you.’ This lyric is brilliant, what atmosphere, ahh! ‘The door knocker accrues verdigris’ is also a killer line.”

“Cousin, is this really your friend?”

Gan Wenchang’s lips curled slightly behind the screen, feeling satisfied at the moment.

“Could it be fake? He’s one of the main creative team members at the Chang’an sub-venue. I hang out with him every day, grilling and drinking beer, by far the most talented person I know.”

The two siblings chatted away in the family group chat.

The late-night noise managed to displease some of the elders. Elders usually don’t mute the family group chat; they just put their phones on silent before going to bed.

It wasn’t too late at this point, so the constant notifications were impossible to ignore.

Drawing curiosity with the line “The sky blue waits for the misty rain,” they tapped in. Initially frowning, they inexplicably felt it was quite good once the intro started playing.

At least it wasn’t the tacky mix typically found in pop music, it was rather… clean.

“The plain porcelain maiden sketched with Qinghua, the brush strokes thickening and then fading.”

When this lyric hit, there was a hiss of approval… not bad. Listening line by line, when they heard, “The peony painted on the bottle, just like your first makeup,”

their brows relaxed a bit more, the song had some substance. It wasn’t just young people noodling around; it was worth continuing to listen.

“Your beauty drifts away to a place I cannot reach,” “The sky blue waits for the misty rain, and I wait for you.” When they heard this line, they were taken aback once more.

This song was indeed something, not just some scribbles.

A few elders in the family group listened line by line, finding more to appreciate about the song as they progressed. The melody was flowing, and the lyrics were delicate and culturally rich.

Upon hearing “As subtle as an embroidery needle dropping,” “Banana leaves touched by a sudden rain, a door knocker accrues verdigris,” they couldn’t help but scratch their legs, the imagery was also appealing.

After some thought, they directly asked Gan Wenchang in the group chat.

“Is your friend a main creator at the Chang’an sub-venue?”

“Yes, Uncle,” Gan Wenchang didn’t expect his uncle to be awake and was a bit curious, “What about it? The quality should be enough, right?”

“Of course, it’s more than enough, much better than yours.”

“…Uncle, don’t attack me,” Gan Wenchang took another hit, “I’m your actual nephew, and as you know, my aspiration is in alpinism.”

“Cut the crap, the chief director of your venue is Ji Shi’an, right?”

“Yes, but my friend wrote this song to prove himself,” Gan Wenchang added at the end.

“Hm? What do you mean, to prove himself?”

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