Chapter 2187: What a Shame, What a Shame (Ninth Update)

Chapter 2187: Chapter 2187: What a Shame, What a Shame (Ninth Update)

An Jiu: What are you looking at?

Jiang Yan: Looking at you, what’s it to you!

An Jiu: qnmd! gnmd! cnmd!

Jiang Yan: Your expression seems a bit off, are you cursing me?

The exchange of glances was interrupted the moment Zhang Fan stood up.

"Brother Xiaofan, have you finished looking at the sheet music?" Jiang Yan swayed gracefully over to Zhang Fan.

Full of charm!

Xi Yang: Bitch!

An Jiu: Bitch +1!

Zhang Fan: ???

Damn, is this chick on drugs? Why’s her face red? What’s she shy about?

I’ve got my pants on!

Then, Zhang Fan walked over to the piano.

How much time could twenty songs’ lyrics and sheet music take?

However, he pondered He Shanyuan’s plan!

Twenty songs, twenty different styles!

For Zhang Fan, it was naturally no challenge.

So, he directly modified He Shanyuan’s plan and had his own ideas.

What he needed to do now was to give it a try!

Soon, music filled the room.

"Wow, Brother Xiaofan is amazing!" Jiang Yan clapped her hands, looking smitten.

In Zhang Fan’s mind, a thousand llamas galloped by!

At the same time, Zhang Fan stopped and looked at Jiang Yan with a serious expression: "Auntie, I’m not even twenty yet, thank you. Also, would you please close your mouth!"

The three of Xi Yang: Hahaha, the bitch got roasted.

An Jiu: Xiaofan, you’re awesome, I’ve been fed up with this bitch for a long time.

Jiang Yan’s smile gradually froze on her face.

Auntie?

Auntie?

Damn! A total straight guy! How do you even have a girlfriend?

An angry Jiang Yan dared not vent on Zhang Fan.

After all, a single slap sending her flying seven or eight meters high, she couldn’t take it.

Immediately, Jiang Yan walked over to An Jiu.

"Why did you find such a straight man as a boyfriend?"

???

An Jiu went "MMP"!

I’m still single, okay?

Then, An Jiu turned away, ignoring Jiang Yan, picked up the sheet music, and started reading.

But soon, An Jiu put away the sheet music, propped her chin with her hand, and listened intently.

The beautiful melody, like little fairies, twirled lightly around An Jiu.

At the end of the song, An Jiu opened her eyes, looked at Zhang Fan, and smiled softly.

Alas, this guy looks really handsome playing the piano.

What a pity! He has a girlfriend!

Otherwise, dating him would have been possible.

Quickly, Zhang Fan walked over to the drums.

Instantly, an incredibly wild drumming sound erupted.

Every note struck straight to the heart!

No one noticed He Shanyuan’s arrival.

After Zhang Fan performed all the sheet music, He Shanyuan’s eyes were filled with melancholy.

This kid, how long has he been looking at the sheet music? Yet, he performed it flawlessly.

Even he couldn’t find any faults.

After hearing Zhang Fan’s suggestions, He Shanyuan’s melancholy deepened.

Such a good musical genius, yet he also fiddles with Chinese painting, art, and dozens of other subjects.

And he plays them as well as he does music.

What can he say?

Ask Zhang Fan to give up other things?

He shuddered at the thought of Mo Ganfu and Mike Daway’s fates.

Soon, Zhang Fan started recording.

Twenty songs, not having to redo any.

And An Jiu also felt resentment.

Initially, she was supposed to be the background, but in the end, she wasn’t even that.

Because both she and He Shanyuan thought her involvement would disrupt Zhang Fan’s music.

That was hard to bear.

It wasn’t until five in the morning that the group left the recording studio.

Initially, it could’ve been done in two hours.

But Zhang Fan got addicted, wanted to see if there was anything better.

In the end, recorded several versions, each one impeccable!

Feeling the slight breeze, everyone, whether Xi Yang, Jiang Yan, An Jiu, or He Shanyuan, was extremely excited.

The first four were completely shocked by Zhang Fan’s music.

As for An Jiu, she found a new motivation to move forward.

And He Shanyuan!

Was calculating how much to sell these twenty songs for and to whom!

Of course, He Shanyuan also felt a mix of satisfaction and regret.

Satisfied to finally produce an album for Zhang Fan.

Regretting that there might not be another chance to do so.

"Everyone go back. Xiaofan, send An Jiu home. Be safe!" He Shanyuan said, filled with reluctance.

"OK!"

In the car, An Jiu sat in the passenger seat like a curious baby!

"Zhang Fan, are you an alien?"

"How did you do it?"

"Can I borrow your brain? I find mine seriously lacking."

"Why haven’t I seen your girlfriend lately?"

"Oh, did you break up? Hahaha, did she dump you?"

"Oh, slow down, slow down!"

"Zhang Fan, are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"Ahhhhh!"

When An Jiu got out of the car, she was dizzy with nausea.

"Zhang Fan, you bastard!" She watched the blue blur speed away, wishing she could summon a meteor to blow Zhang Fan up.

The highest speed, three hundred and eighty miles.

With drifting too.

In those twenty-odd minutes, An Jiu felt like she was on a roller coaster.

"Where did you go?" A bald man looked at An Jiu with a gloomy face.

"Dad, help me!" An Jiu was dizzy, almost losing direction.

"Why are you throwing up? Have you been drinking?" The bald man’s face grew darker!

"No, car sick! Just... please hold me up!" An Jiu quickly shouted.

"Why didn’t you come home all night? Your phone was off!" The bald man asked again.

"Recording an album in the studio. Don’t ask anymore, ugh..." An Jiu vomited again.

Zhang Fan, you bastard, damn you! I’m not done with you!

"Ugh..."

In the car, Zhang Fan’s face was gloomy: "Serves you right with all your talking!"

Then, Zhang Fan drove straight to Weng Shuang’s apartment.

He wanted to have a good talk about the wife Weng Shuang mentioned before.

Most importantly, who is it!

Meanwhile, He Shanyuan took the samples and arranged meetings with eight distributors.

In the end, sold a three-year license to each for ten million.

Originally, he could’ve sold it for a higher price.

Two offered two hundred million, but he didn’t sell.

His goal was just for more people to hear Zhang Fan’s album.

The distributors, getting the signed contracts and complete files from He Shanyuan, left in a hurry.

Twenty songs!

Pure music, one album each!

Three hours later, ads were everywhere.

A piece of pure music was used for promotion.

In an hour, this piece hit the top of the pure music website ranking!

Even in the top ten!

Three hours later, it climbed to the very top!

He Shanyuan, who had been at his computer, started crying while laughing.

Four hours to reach number one, what a concept!

Crying as he laughed, He Shanyuan opened a bottle of top-grade red wine he had saved for ten years, poured a glass, and stood by the window.

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Why is Zhang Fan so outstanding?

It’s unfairly impressive!