"Do you have paper and pen?" Chen Ya asked while burping.
"have."
She took out a fragrant little notebook and a pink pig-head ballpoint pen from her exquisite handbag.
Chen Ya placed the notebook directly on the greasy table and wrote various words in messy handwriting on the latest page of the notebook.
"The first song has been decided to be 'Red Beans.' For the second song, you should play to your strengths and sing 'Legend.' Use your clear voice and high notes to captivate the audience. The third song will continue your style, 'Because of Love.' The fourth... 'Those Fleeting Years.' Cantonese songs are also popular now, and to cater to the current audience's aesthetic, it's safer to sing 'A Woman Easily Hurt.'"
Jiang Xinhai had no idea what he was talking about and felt a little sorry for his notebook.
“I don’t speak Cantonese.”
"It's okay, I don't know either," Chen Ya said, "You can start learning now."
"That sounds a bit excessive."
He pointed at her with a ballpoint pen and said, "There will be many wonderful Cantonese songs for you to sing in the future. The Cantonese-speaking area has strong purchasing power and will be the birthplace of our dragon. It will be worth it if you start learning from now on."
He lowered his head and pointed at the songs on the notebook, then looked up and said, "Only 5."
Jiang Xinhai was stunned: "Ah? That's 5 songs?"
Chen Ya lowered his head: "Let me think about it."
Jiang Xinhai stood up and said, "I'm going to buy some fruit. I'll be back soon. Sit here and think about it."
"Don't go," Chen Ya grabbed her hand, "Think with me."
"I don't know what you're thinking!"
"You just sit here and look at your face, it helps inspire thinking."
"That just doesn't make sense."
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