64: Chapter 64 That's how brothers are!

[Today's Intel 1 (★): Given the Host's excellent performance on 'the singer & songwriter' program, Lu Han Studio will arrange for someone to arrive at Tongxing Entertainment Company at 1:00 PM today to request a theme song for an album.]

[The Host must be careful with their wording when speaking with them; once you refuse to write the song, you will annoy the other party.]

[Today's Intel 2 (★★★): Registration for the large-scale 'Strawberry Music Festival' to be held at the Yangcheng University Town Sports Center in three days will close today at 14:00.]

The performance requirements for this music festival are simple yet the standards are high, thus attracting many entertainment companies and independent singers.

The number of applicants has already exceeded the expectations of the organizers, the Yangcheng Culture and Tourism Center, so the registration review for the following days will be very strict and basically won't be passed.

The head of the registration center, Director Hao (Hao Mei), is a die-hard fan of Wang Bo and has liked him since he first debuted.

Registration Address: First Floor Lobby, Yangcheng Culture and Tourism Center. Hao Mei's phone number: 135]

"Lu Han?" Chen Shaoping frowned, remembering the chaos at the airport caused by him and his hypocritical apology video.

A bold idea flashed through his mind.

But the system's explicit warning said refusing to write the song would annoy the other party.

It seemed this guy's team was likely more difficult to deal with than imagined.

The next day.

When Chen Shaoping arrived at the company, Li Qian was already there.

After the donation receipt was sent out yesterday, they received a response from the program crew.

They expressed high praise for the fact that a portion of the prize money they issued was being used for charity.

The Han Hong Charity Foundation also posted the receipt immediately, expressing gratitude for the actions of Comrade Chen Shaoping and Tongxing Entertainment Company.

At the same time, they called on everyone to do more good deeds within their means, not limited to donating money.

With the simultaneous efforts of the three parties,

Tongxing Entertainment Company and Young Master Ping gained many followers in a short period of time.

Especially Young Master Ping; in just nearly a day, he gained about 300,000 followers.

For a songwriter, he already had quite a lot of fans.

"Sister Qian, where's Wang Bo?" Chen Shaoping asked.

Li Qian was busy at the computer and looked up when she heard Chen Shaoping's voice.

"There seemed to be a small issue with the recording of 'rain flower stone' yesterday, so he went to the recording studio."

"Alright, Sister Qian. Wang Bo is coming out with me later for some business, just letting you know."

"Also, with the CCTV program airing, quite a few people should be reaching out to me to request songs."

"You handle the reception. The attitude is to neither refuse nor agree; just say I'm quite busy lately and we'll see in a few days."

Chen Shaoping was almost out of the office when he turned back to instruct: "Sister Qian, when talking to these people, it's best to record the whole audio. It would be even better if you could film it."

Although he didn't know what would happen if he annoyed the other party as the system said, being careful never hurt.

Although Li Qian was somewhat puzzled as to why they needed to record audio and video,

based on recent events, everything Chen Shaoping said had deep meaning, especially since his expression was particularly serious just now.

So regardless of whether it was necessary, it wasn't much trouble anyway.

As long as someone came to request a song, she prepared to record the entire process.

Leaving Li Qian and arriving at the recording studio, Wang Bo was chatting and laughing with Du Hua.

Smoke kept puffing from their mouths.

Zhou Bule didn't smoke and stayed far away from the two.

"Da Ping!"

"President Chen!"

The band leader, Du Hua, offered Chen Shaoping a cigarette.

He took it and lit it up as well.

"Second Bo, Captain Du! Are you guys done here?"

"Done. It was just a minor issue."

"Alright then, Second Bo, come out with me to handle some business."

Chen Shaoping took today's second three-star intel very seriously.

From the content of the intel, the system clearly wanted the company to sign up.

That's why he was bringing Wang Bo along; he might have to sell his looks a bit today.

He didn't know what Director Hao looked like; he wondered if doing this was a favor to Wang Bo or if it was making him suffer.

At worst, he just wouldn't tell Li Qian about it.

Brothers, that's what they're for!

The two soon arrived at the first floor of the Yangcheng Culture and Tourism Center.

After parking the car, Chen Shaoping didn't forget to remind Wang Bo as they walked into the lobby.

"Second Bo, you remember everything I told you in the car, right? You're good, right? You can definitely secure a spot for the Strawberry Music Festival, can't you?"

Wang Bo said impatiently, "Da Ping, you've been nagging so many times. Can I really not handle such a small matter?"

Seeing his confident look, Chen Shaoping muttered to himself: I hope you still have this much drive later and don't chicken out.

Otherwise, I guarantee I'll let Sister Qian pull your ears off.

The two walked into the lobby, which was crowded with people, especially in front of one particular window.

A long queue of all sorts of people had formed.

Directly above the window hung a sign that read: "Strawberry Music Festival Registration Desk."

People were complaining and grumbling about how unreliable the Culture and Tourism Center's handling of things was.

The staff wasn't quick enough, and with only one window open, when would they ever finish reviewing so many applications?

Only Chen Shaoping knew that this was likely a strategy by the Culture and Tourism Center because there were too many people.

They couldn't just say they had enough people and stop taking registrations.

If they did that before the registration deadline, they'd be slapping their own faces.

"Second Bo. With such a long line, by the time it's our turn, the deadline will probably have passed."

"It seems queuing won't work. Let's contact Director Hao directly."

Wang Bo agreed and nodded. "Then should I call Director Hao now?"

"Mhm, find a less crowded place to call. It's not good if others hear you," Chen Shaoping reminded him.

Three minutes later, Wang Bo returned to Chen Shaoping's side.

"What's the situation? Didn't get through?"

"I did. Director Hao said she'll be here in five minutes at most and told me to wait a moment."

"Da Ping, how come I could feel she was exceptionally happy even over the phone?"

How could she not be happy?

She's your die-hard fan. Hearing that you're looking for her, she's bound to be happy.

Chen Shaoping thought to himself.

But he wouldn't tell Wang Bo that; he'd leave him a little surprise.

"You're so popular now. Hearing that you want to register, she's definitely going to be happy."

The corners of Wang Bo's mouth curled up as he said with satisfaction, "It must be exactly as you said."

Before long, a woman who looked to be in her 40s, with permed curly hair, a pale face from makeup, and apricot-red lipstick, hurried toward the two.

With joy on her face, she looked at Wang Bo with tender eyes and spoke excitedly.

"It's Little Wang, right! I'm your Sister Hao. You're the one who wants to register? Come with me."

"Hello, Director Hao!"

"Hello, Director Hao!"

Hao Mei glanced at Chen Shaoping, who had greeted her, and said flatly, "You're Chen Shaoping, right? I watched the program you guys were on. Not bad, a very talented young man."

"However, you don't need to come along for the registration. Too many people will attract attention. It wouldn't look good if people saw me doing a favor for Little Wang. Go wait for him in the car."

"Ah! Director Hao, you're the boss. I'll go wait for him in the car," Chen Shaoping said.

"Let's go, Little Wang. I'll get it done for you once we're upstairs."

"Alright, Director Hao." Wang Bo followed closely behind.

"Why call me Director? That's so distant. Call me Sister."

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