According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.
...Luxury mansion, girlfriend, swimming pool, king-size bed.
Xing Baohua has been very busy lately, and she is exhausted both mentally and physically.
Lying on the big bed, I didn't think about anything, just relaxed and enjoyed myself.
A very pleasant life.
If he had a choice, he really wouldn't want to work hard anymore. Being a rich kid would be so much better. He wouldn't have to think about the hardship of making money. He could just play games, drive cars, find a girl, and live a carefree life for a few days. That would be so comfortable.
Unfortunately, he only thought about these things.
"I heard from them that you acquired Columbia Pictures," Zou Wenjuan asked, lying down next to Xing Baohua, her breath coming in short gasps.
Xing Baohua let out a soft "hmm" as she breathed heavily.
I'm so sleepy. I don't know when I developed this problem, but I get sleepy every time I finish something. I don't want to talk, I don't want anyone to get too close, I just want to sleep.
Seeing Xing Baohua like that, Zou Wenjuan patted him on the shoulder, and saw him turn over and lie down to sleep.
They all mumbled something and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Xing Baohua felt like she had slept for a very long time, probably the best sleep she had all year.
It was already bright outside. Xing Baohua looked at his watch on the bedside table; it was past nine o'clock. He hadn't expected to sleep for more than ten hours.
After washing up, I came to the lobby and saw Zou Wenjuan wearing headphones and listening to music.
Perhaps seeing Xing Baohua come out out of the corner of her eye, Zou Wenjuan took off her headphones and asked, "Alright, let me make you something to eat first."
“Sure! You asked about Columbia Pictures last night. The agreement process is underway, and once some details are finalized, it can be signed.” Xing Baohua said, walking to the sofa, finding the TV remote, and turning on the TV.
Zou Wenjuan didn't ask any more questions; she went to get Xing Baohua some food.
Around noon, Xing Baohua took Zou Wenjuan to the record distribution company they had previously purchased a copy of.
It's been a long time since I last visited.
This company revolves around Zou Wenjuan and provides services specifically for her.
There is basically no other company in the entire United States that does this.
There are talent agencies that revolve around one person, but without a hugely popular singer to support them, a music distribution company would probably starve.
The distribution company manager was still Mo Qili, and Wang Weibao happened to be there as well.
In Mo Qili's office, Xing Baohua listened to the two report on their work achievements over the past period.
In fact, Mo Qili had already suggested to Xing Baohua that they should recruit some singers. After all, with Wang Weibao's agency around, the more people there were, the more money the distribution company could make.
After listening to the report, Xing Baohua suddenly asked Wang Weibao, "Are you still acquiring electronic copyrights?"