After the meal, the aroma of tea wafted through the air as everyone sat around, their laughter and conversation interspersed with profound insights into the art of singing and the sharing of techniques.
The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
However, Liu Feng keenly noticed Anita Mui's unusual behavior.
He noticed that Anita Mui's face was slightly pale and her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue. Although she still maintained her elegant demeanor, Liu Feng felt a surge of worry.
Liu Feng asked with concern, "Sister Mei, are you feeling unwell?"
Anita Mui simply smiled and said, "Yes, I've been quite busy with work lately, but I can manage!"
Liu Feng frowned and continued, "I think you should take some time to go to the hospital for a full check-up. Good health is the most important thing."
Leslie Cheung chimed in, "That's right, Anita Mui, you're right to listen to Raymond Lam."
Anita Mui nodded gratefully, indicating that she would consider their suggestion. Unfortunately, Anita Mui did not take the suggestion to heart.
At the same time, Leslie Cheung also faced his own troubles.
In fact, his emotions have been fluctuating more and more lately, and he often falls into deep thought and depression.
However, when his brother was in public, he always tried his best to hide it well.
He was unwilling to talk about his inner pain.
Liu Feng also hoped that these two outstanding superstars would have a perfect life.
However, I can't think of a good solution right now.
For Liu Feng, physical ailments can be treated, but mental illnesses are difficult to cure.
May my beloved brother and sister live a wonderful life!
Before parting, Mrs. Chen took out a check for 800,000 from her exquisite handbag as a token of her gratitude for Liu Feng's gift of the song.
Liu Feng firmly refused to accept it, and said sincerely, "Mrs. Chen, I appreciate your kind offer, but if you can help me get in touch with the opportunity to invest in 'Princess Pearl,' that would be my greatest gratitude."
In the vast history of Chinese-language film and television, there are always some works that transcend time and space with their unique charm, becoming classics in the hearts of generations.
In its previous life, "My Fair Princess" was a phenomenal TV series. Since its broadcast, it has not only swept the country but also crossed national borders, winning the love and admiration of audiences worldwide.
Therefore, when Liu Feng heard that the director of "My Fair Princess" was seeking investment, he felt a surge of excitement.
Investing in the film and television adaptations of the wildly popular IP "My Fair Princess" would undoubtedly be a wise move that guarantees a profit.
Right now, what Liu Feng lacks most is money; he needs a lot of money to buy cultivation supplies.
Stepping out of the restaurant, a gentle night breeze, carrying the dampness and coolness of the seaside, brought a touch of comfort to the hot summer night.
"Liu Feng, it's getting late. I'll have someone take you home." Leslie Cheung's voice was gentle and magnetic. He patted Liu Feng's shoulder lightly, with a hint of reluctance.
Then, he turned around and gestured to the driver who was waiting not far away.
A luxury car slowly approached, its body gleaming under the surrounding lights, exuding an air of prestige.
“Here, this is the autograph you wanted…” Leslie Cheung said as he picked up an exquisite gift box from beside him and handed it to Liu Feng.
Liu Feng took the gift box, gently opened it, and saw a large stack of autographed CDs neatly arranged inside.
On each CD, a string of artistic characters—"Leslie Cheung"—is clearly signed, the handwriting flowing and elegant.
In addition, there are several signatures specifically marked with "Anita Mui" and "Zhang Dashu".
"This...this is really great! Thank you, brother, thank you, Sister Mei and Brother Dashu." Liu Feng said happily, thinking that this original product must sound better than the pirated version he bought in his previous life.
"Don't be shy, Fengzai, please come and sing for us next time you have time!" Anita Mui and Zhang Dashu invited.
“Okay!” Liu Feng replied.
Leslie Cheung smiled and nodded: "Don't be shy, get in the car, be careful on the road, let's meet again in Marseille on Saturday."
As the car door gently closed, the luxury vehicle slowly drove away, leaving behind a long, lingering whistle that echoed through the streets of Hong Kong on a summer night.
The crowd stood there, watching the vehicle drive away until it disappeared into the night.
Back at the hotel, Uncle Zhang was already resting.
Jin Xiaohu was still surfing the internet in his room.
Liu Feng handed him two CDs and said, "These are Leslie Cheung's autographs, as you wish, they're yours."
"What? You actually got Leslie Cheung's autograph?" Jin Xiaohu asked in surprise.
At the time, he just said it casually and didn't have any hope. How could you easily get an autographed CD from a superstar?
Jin Xiaohu looked at the string of lines on the CD, unable to make out what it said, and asked doubtfully, "Is this Leslie Cheung's autograph? Did you buy it at a street stall?"
"Don't you have a computer? Just go online and check it yourself to see if it's true or false," Liu Feng reminded him.
"Liu Feng, thank you. It's not that I don't believe it, it's just too unexpected!" Jin Xiaohu explained.
Liu Feng walked out of Jin Xiaohu's room.
Jin Xiaohu quickly found a picture of Leslie Cheung's autograph online, and upon comparing it, he burst into excited laughter.
He couldn't help but admire, "Young boss, you're really amazing! How did you manage to get that?"
Among their group, everyone regarded Liu Feng as their little boss, feeling that Liu Feng had a maturity beyond his years.
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