"It's not that I have confidence in him, it's that I have confidence in his talent. Just trust me."
"Oh, by the way. I've already found a singer for you, Wang Wanjun. Do you know her?"
Wang Weimin finally revealed his true intentions, solved Li Xuexin's problem, and then used the government's official channel to support Wang Siyi.
Li Xuexin certainly couldn't refuse his proposal, and this was something Wang Weimin had thought about for a long time before coming up with. The only difficulty was whether Li Changle would be willing to write the song.
However, Wang Weimin believed that as long as Li Changle knew that the singer of the promotional song was Wang Siyi, she would definitely not refuse. Wang Weimin was almost certain of this.
Li Changle said that he and Wang Siyi were just friends, but in fact, he might have fallen in love with Wang Siyi for a long time. He was just creating an opportunity for them to get along.
"Wang Wanjun? Isn't this your daughter? You've been paving the way for your daughter. Wang Weimin, Wang Weimin, you're really something. You've been beating around the bush for so long, and you're even trying to take over my Moutai."
"Hehe, putting aside other things, is this plan I'm giving you feasible? At least it's much easier to implement than what you guys came up with on your own. If it's done right, the Poetry Conference will go viral, and you, Li Xuexin, will be the biggest contributor."
"Come on, come on, come on. I'm not from your school, so stop trying to make things look good for me. Weren't you against Siyi's daughter entering the entertainment industry before? How come you've changed your ways and are now actively helping your own daughter?"
Li Xuexin couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. He knew a little about Wang Weimin's family situation. He also knew Wang Siyi. When they were little, he often called him Uncle Li. He had no reason to refuse this plan now.
"Don't worry about it. I'll give you my daughter's contact information. You can contact her yourself. Try not to let her know that I'm behind this. All the credit goes to you. I'll talk to Li Changle about it. It shouldn't be a big deal."
"Alright, alright, I really don't understand you, kid. You're clearly helping your own daughter, but you're deliberately hiding it from her. What's wrong with your brain?"
Wang Weimin didn't want to be too deliberate and let his daughter think that he was paving the way for her. His daughter was a strong-willed person, so it was better not to let her know if possible.
"Don't worry about that. Also, I want that bottle of 20-year-old Moutai from you. Remember to save it for me next time I go to Guangzhou."
"What's with that 20-year-old Moutai? Old Wang, what's wrong with you? You're already drunk before you even start drinking?"
Li Xuexin asked Wang Weimin in a confused and puzzled tone, and then said:
"Hey, my signal seems to be not very good. I'm hanging up now. Bye..."
Seeing the busy tone on his phone, Wang Weimin cursed with a smile, but didn't take it seriously. He knew Li Xuexin, and the bottle of 20-year-old Moutai would not disappear.
After a while, Wang Weimin called Li Changle again. When the call was connected, he heard a "slurping" sound coming from the other end of the phone, as if someone was eating.
"Eat, Changle?"
"Yes, Uncle Wang, what's the matter?"
Li Changle drank soup while talking on the phone to Wang Weimin.
"Oh, it's like this. The Yangcheng Poetry Association might ask you to help write a promotional song for a poetry conference, and they'll let Siyi sing it. So when the time comes, I'd like to ask you to help my old classmate and Siyi as well."
"Promotional song?"
"It's to promote the poetry conference. It's best to use a popular song so that the public can more easily accept it. And then combine it with your Prime Minister Xiangsi's poem."
"Why, is it difficult? Oh, I forgot to tell you, the poetry association will also pay you the copyright fee for this song, so you won't write it for nothing."
Wang Weimin thought that Li Changle felt that he was being taken advantage of for free and would be reluctant, so he quickly said something.
"Money is not a problem, Uncle Wang. I need to think about this. The scope is a bit small."
"Okay, there's no rush anyway. I spent some time arranging this promotional song. I just wanted to help Siyi. Changle, you have such a good relationship with Siyi, so you won't refuse, right?"
Wang Weimin directly used Wang Siyi as a signboard, so Li Changle naturally had no reason to refuse, as he also wanted to help Wang Siyi.
"No, no, Uncle Wang, don't worry. I will definitely keep this matter in mind and think carefully about how to write this song. Give me a few days to think about it, and then I will give you the song, Uncle Wang."
He can write a song in just a few days. This guy is really a monster. Wang Weimin secretly complained in his heart.
"No, no, I'm not responsible for this matter. Someone will contact you when the time comes. It might be my old classmate Li Xuexin who will contact you directly. You can just call him Uncle Li and tell him everything."
"Okay, Uncle Wang."
After hanging up the phone, Li Changle temporarily lost interest in drinking soup and began to think about how to make a good promotional song for the poetry competition. After all, if this matter was handled well, with Wang Siyi's direct official endorsement, it would be a matter of minutes for it to take off.
"Lovesickness, poetry, fits the theme..."
Li Changle muttered to himself. He hadn't thought of a song that would fit the song perfectly yet. Having too many songs in his head was a problem, and it was really a headache.
Wang Siyi looked at the strange number displayed on her phone in confusion. She had two cards, and apart from her parents, Li Changle, Xiuxiu and Sister Baozhu, almost no one else knew this card number.
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