Mao Mao chuckled: "Then why did you come looking for me?"
Chen Qing: "Come visit sometime. I'm not very familiar with your school, could you show me around?"
"Great! Our school is really interesting, and the learning atmosphere is much more relaxed than Xiaoyu's..."
As Mao Mao was speaking, someone was listening to some decadent music on a radio.
Mao Mao pointed to the radio and said, "Look, the policies have become more relaxed this year, and everyone dares to listen to it openly."
Chen Qing nodded: "Indeed, he was wearing bell-bottoms and sunglasses."
"Yes, they're quite flamboyant, but the small clothing factory managed by Dwarf Tiger is also planning to make bell-bottoms. He Yuxiang also previously planned to produce aviator sunglasses, thinking that this would be profitable."
Mao Mao found it somewhat amusing to think about how He Yuxiang always seemed to covet any business opportunity.
Chen Qing chuckled: "Is it because things are easier at the electronics factory that you want to tinker with other things?"
“Yes, he’s always thinking about this and that, he has so many ideas.” Mao Mao thought He Yuxiang was a person who was obsessed with money.
Chen Qing agreed wholeheartedly and then asked, "So, what about you? How do you plan to develop your career in the future?"
Mao Mao scratched his head. "Me? My mom said I could get into our Shengxia Garment Factory because I'm good at many languages. I could work in Director Qin's department and travel frequently to see what the world is like. My dad told me to work with He Yuxiang, flatter him, and try to become a deputy factory director. I think it's all good."
My beloved is gone.
Anything else is fine.
Seeing that he didn't seem to give up on himself like in the original story, Chen Qing was quite relieved and said, "No matter which path you choose, we will support you."
“I know you’re the best to me,” Mao Mao said, linking her arm with hers. “You’re like my own aunt.”
Chen Qing smiled gently at him: "Since you have such a sweet tongue, I'll be generous this time and let you treat me to dinner."
Mao Mao was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Let's go! Auntie, I'll definitely treat you to a big meal!"
The two went to a hotel that was hosting foreign guests.
The revolving glass door was like a special door used to entertain foreign guests; Chen Qing had visited several hotels that used revolving doors to entertain foreign guests.
The two walked in. The lobby was covered with a dark red carpet, and the light from the crystal chandelier fell on the marble pillars, making it very luxurious and beautiful. There was also a faint scent of cologne in the air.
The two chose a window seat, where the dark green velvet curtains were half-drawn, which looked quite stylish.
"Please take your time looking around." The waiter handed over the menu, the cover of which had gold-embossed English lettering.
Mao Mao opened the menu and ordered clear bird's nest soup, braised shark fin, grouper, and fried chicken...
Three dishes and a soup were enough for them.
The first dish was clear bird's nest soup. It was served in a white porcelain stewing pot. Chen Qing lifted the lid, and the soup was clear, with the bird's nest scattered like silver threads.
The waiter gently placed the shredded ham and bean sprouts into the dish with his white-gloved hands, saying, "Please enjoy."
Chen Qing scooped up a spoonful and slowly drank it.
Mao Mao asked expectantly, "Auntie, how does it taste?"
Chen Qing gave a thumbs up: "Not bad!"
"That's fine!"
It's the first time he's treated his aunt to a meal; he's so happy just thinking about it.
The next three dishes were served one by one, and Chen Qing tried them all and liked them very much, especially the braised shark fin, which was her first time eating it.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Chen Qing finally got down to business, taking out a contract, keys, checks, and a voice recorder from his cloth bag.
Mao Mao understood why his aunt had suddenly asked him to treat everyone when he saw the contract, but the Song family was very wealthy, and it certainly wouldn't be easy for his aunt to get all this money. "Auntie..."
"Don't be moved. Let me tell you about the plan first. I've seen this contract. All your record revenue will be given to you. You can send someone to her company to collect it once a year. The money may not be a lot, but it's better than nothing."
I know the address of this house. It's not suitable for you to live there. I advise you to sell it. You can make more than 50,000 yuan. Since it's a small house and it's second-hand, it will definitely be discounted.
You can do whatever you want with this HK$500,000.
And this voice recorder, keep it safe. No matter how things turn out for you in the future, Song Qianhui will always avoid you.
Chen Qing pushed all the things onto him.
With tears in her eyes, Mao Mao took the contract and the recording pen, saying, "The rest wasn't earned by me; it was all provided for me by you, Auntie, so it's yours."
"You absolutely must!" Chen Qing's tone left no room for argument: "Otherwise, I'll beat you up."
Mao Mao looked up and said, "Go ahead and hit me."
Chen Qing: "You're too tall. It'll be easier to beat you if you lower your head a little."
Mao Mao obediently lowered her head, her beautiful, clear eyes glistening with tears, looking utterly aggrieved.
Chen Qing patted his head: "I know you've been feeling really bad lately, so I wanted to support you. This compensation is like candy; it might not have a huge effect, but I hope it will make you feel a little sweeter."
Tears streamed down Mao Mao's face as she looked at her aunt. She felt a sense of peace and warmth, as if she had finally found a strong support. "Auntie, you're so good to me."
"Aren't I your aunt?"
"yes!"
"So it's normal for them to be nice to you."
Even so, Mao Mao still couldn't stop crying.
Chen Qing handed him a tissue.
Mao Mao took the hand to wipe away her tears, and after a while, she asked, "If I don't sing anymore, will you think I'm useless?"
“I don’t think you’re useless, but I’ll feel sorry and heartbroken. It’s a pity about your talent, and I’ll feel sorry for the days you spent learning various musical instruments and practicing vocals day after day.” Chen Qing looked at him and asked, “The key question is, do you like it? Do you want to sing? If you do, we’ll figure something out together. If you don’t, we’ll give up and look for other paths.”
After struggling for a moment, Mao Mao honestly said, "I don't want to, but I can't sing anymore."
Chen Qing: "What can't you sing?"
Mao Mao: "The songs I used to practice were amazing. I felt like my voice was like a bellows."
After realizing that he had truly lost his talent for singing, he was so distressed that he suffered from insomnia night after night.
Seeing his dejected state, Chen Qing couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Should we see a psychologist?"
Mao Mao exclaimed in horror, "I'm not mentally ill, am I?"
“It’s not that you’re crazy… it’s about adjusting your mental state so you understand that what happened to you wasn’t a mistake you made.” Seeing his blank expression, Chen Qing waved his hand and said, “Never mind, we don’t have a psychologist, and it’s not convenient to go to Hong Kong.”
Mao Mao breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Qing, quick-witted, chuckled and said, "Actually, a person's voice doesn't change much after puberty. You're probably singing badly because of the pressure. Here's what you do: next time you sing, just pretend you're He Yuxiang. He sings terribly, so if you were singing with his voice, it's normal for it to sound bad. If it sounds good, then it's because you're a good singer." (End of Chapter)
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