The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 457

Chapter 457: 180 Regretting not doing it sooner, Mysterious Composition_2

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The boss politely called out, “Sister Xin.”

Wang Xin was stunned at the moment, She didn’t know about Jiang Fulai’s and Director Jian’s plan, but when the boss mentioned it, she realized that Director Jian must have clarified the situation online.

She responded with a few words, and then the boss suggested introducing a few more “good friends” from the industry to Yan Lu to help her with the recording of the show, which Wang Xin rejected.

“All right then, I’ll talk to the friends from the show and get Yan Lu on for a couple more episodes,” the boss didn’t mind, “By the way, who is the composer and lyricist for the arranger Director Jian?”

He was fishing for information.

Regardless of the upcoming drama’s performance, people in the circle all knew that Yan Lu would be popular just by her songs, given the quality of the composing and lyrics, and with Director Jian arranging, lately, there’s no one in the music industry who could compare.

Sister Xin’s gaze fell on Bai Lian, skillfully deflecting the conversation.

The boss of Time Entertainment was also tactful, not probing further.

She was on the phone, while Xiaotian and Ahuang next to her hadn’t received the Weibo notification, but their WeChats were bombarded with inquiries from numerous friends.

As soon as Ahuang unlocked his phone, he saw a message from a friend who also worked in the industry—

[Yan Lu’s arranger is the Dean of Jiangjing Music Academy? Damn, you kept such a big secret from me! I’ve been worried for you for two days!]

[Da Huang, I’m really angry now (smile)]

Ahuang: “…??”

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Huh???

**

At night, ten o’clock.

Backter Street Bar.

Bai Lian sat on a high stool, leisurely writing down her homework.

“The first batch of old doctors will soon get their licenses,” Mao Kun was tapping on the bar, signaling the bartender for a cocktail, “Xiaoqi hasn’t returned yet, the pharmacies in first-tier cities have all rejected the Solid Element Paste.”

The Solid Foundation Paste had low profits and the market was intentionally suppressing it, but it sold well in Xiangcheng among locals and tourists.

The rest relied on Mao Kun’s ability to move merchandise at the underground fighting ring, only the medicine usage there was too vigorous to break into the mainstream market.

“But he said he’s going to do something with ‘sinking’…” Mao Kun didn’t understand these things.

“The Luo Family is the domestic ‘Medicine Emperor’, financed by R Country to suppress other Chinese medicine markets,” Xun Chun explained as she came over with a tray, “So Mr. Xiaoqi decided to first penetrate the lower-tier market, only going into rural and eighteenth-tier city pharmacies. He’s already found dozens of distributors.”

The people of Xiangcheng all knew about the large-scale purchases of Chinese herbs, and many of them had not gone out to work this year, staying to grow medicinal herbs in Xiangcheng.

Once the market opened up, everything else would be easier to handle.

Bai Lian was listening on the side, not quite understanding, but after Xun Chun’s explanation, she got it—this was a long-term battle.

There wasn’t much Bai Lian and Mao Kun could do to help, Bai Lian only asked them to teach her the set of acupuncture techniques for myopia once they got their Traditional Chinese Medicine licenses.

“I have a fight scheduled for Saturday,” Mao Kun mentioned to Bai Lian after their conversation, “Sis, are you coming to watch?”

Mao Kun didn’t fight very often now, but the fighting ring had invited him because he was so popular.

“A fight…” Bai Lian wrote down another line under the light, remembering what Sister Xin had said, “Is it hard to get tickets for the fight?”

“That’s for outsiders, I’m practically one of the family at the ring.” Mao Kun took a sip of his cocktail.

He had never been to high school, but he was curious, are high school assignments really that numerous these days?

Every time Bai Lian was at her busiest, she had to write homework, always homework.

Having finished her work, Bai Lian did not check her answers, but leisurely turned the page, “Can you bring people in to film?”

She explained that Yan Lu needed to record a TV program.

Wallow Street was too crowded and Yan Lu couldn’t visit often, but Backter Street was full of international folks, and no one would recognize a domestic, minor celebrity.

There were also many interesting things.

Sister Xin thought Yan Lu was too dull and worried the show wouldn’t have a good effect.

Mao Kun didn’t know, he muttered into his phone for a while, then said to Bai Lian, “But they can only have five tickets. However, the footage needs to be screened by the fighting ring after post-production, since many things in Backter Street shouldn’t be revealed to the public. I’ll have Xiaowu follow them, so they won’t cause any trouble.”

Xiaowu was now a well-known small-time player in Backter Street.

Five tickets meant that most of the variety show crew couldn’t come.

“Got it.” Bai Lian nodded in agreement.

Behind them, Xun Chun returned to the bar, picked up a lemon, and thought to herself—

Bringing people here to shoot a variety show, aren’t they going to be scared to death…

“Are you about to leave?” Bai Lian suddenly remembered this and turned her head to look at Xun Chun.

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