vstars Chapter 28 You two came to a restaurant to play hide-and-seek?
Chapter 28 You two came to a restaurant to play hide-and-seek?
Chen Fan was startled and broke out in a cold sweat. When he turned around, he saw that it was Andy!
"Shh!"
He pulled the person into the shadows and then continued to keep an eye on Wang Junhai.
It wasn't until he saw Wang Junhai walk into the late-night snack shop that he asked Andy, "How does this hotel find out other people's room numbers?"
Andy blinked, his face full of mischievous excitement: "That's easy! Come on, come on, come with me!"
Chen Fan followed Andy into the hall.
As soon as he entered, the lobby manager greeted him, "Young Master Andy is here! Quick, quick, open the presidential suite!"
"Why didn't you let us know you were coming? We could have prepared!"
"Don't bother, I'm looking for someone, you have to help me!"
Andy immediately started nagging, "You have no idea how infuriating that person was! How could they...!"
Once they reached a secluded spot, Andy dropped his fake smile. "Uncle Hong, you have to help me! That Wang Junhai has messed with my friend!"
The manager said with a doting expression, "Sure, I'll check it for you right away, but there's one thing: you can't make a big fuss about it!"
"Don't worry, Uncle Hong, I'm not that kind of person who doesn't understand things!"
Upon hearing this, Sun Hong grinned from ear to ear and quickly found the room number on the central control tablet in his hand.
"Thanks, Uncle Hong! I'll treat you to drinks next time!"
Andy pulled Chen Fan towards the room, chatting with people as they walked.
Upon arriving at the private room, Andy skillfully opened the door a crack.
There were only two people sitting at the huge round table.
Chen Fan took out his phone and started taking pictures through the crack in the door. From this position, he could see both of their profiles perfectly.
Wang Junhai looked respectable in a suit and tie, while the other looked much more down on his luck.
With his unkempt beard and unkempt appearance, he didn't seem to be on the same wavelength as anyone else.
"Old Zhou, to be honest, I always thought you were talented back in school!"
"But what kind of world was this back then? So many talented people were left unappreciated!"
As he spoke, Wang Junhai picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
Old Zhou, the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man, just gave a sheepish laugh: "Brother Hai, you're too kind... If it weren't for your leniency, I wouldn't have even gotten my diploma."
Old Zhou was very shrewd. As soon as Wang Junhai opened his mouth, he immediately offered up his incriminating evidence.
Wang Junhai was very satisfied with his actions, and then handed over the file bag from the seat on the left.
"That's why I've always considered you one of my own!"
"People on our side wouldn't harm each other, right?"
Old Zhou nodded repeatedly, but didn't touch the file folder that Wang Junhai handed him:
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, Brother Hai, I, Lao Zhou, swear I'll get this done! You know I'm very obedient!"
Wang Junhai smiled contemptuously and gestured for him to open the document in front of him.
Just as Lao Zhou hesitated and reached for the file bag, Wang Junhai slowly spoke.
"Do you know who we're dealing with?"
"Isn't that the kid called 'Extraordinary Ordinary Man'?"
Old Zhou looked puzzled.
This kid is quite talented; it would actually be a good thing if we could recruit him.
He didn't understand why Wang Junhai was so determined to kill him.
Wang Junhai noticed his confusion and felt even more disdain.
I thought to myself: There really is no one in this world who understands me! Ah Ming, don't worry, Dad will definitely avenge you!
"I want this mortal to be utterly disgraced and never be able to recover."
Old Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. "I...I understand, but what if someone..."
"This is 'Something' that you wrote three months ago. You recorded a demo and saved it on a USB drive. Later, you went to school and played it when no one was in the music room. He heard it, wrote down the melody, and published it first."
Wang Junhai's voice was low and tinged with a hint of excitement, and as he spoke, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"That's the truth!"
Old Zhou gritted his teeth, "I'll remember!"
Old Zhou pulled out the sheet music and lyrics from the file bag, clearly overwhelmed with excitement. "Songs can be written like this?"
How could he not have thought of that?
"Cooling down?"
"Is this the hit song?"
"The Divine Comedy is yours now!" Wang Junhai looked at Lao Zhou with a contemptuous smile.
No one can resist the temptation of overnight fame, no one!
At this moment, Lao Zhou's mind was filled with Wang Junhai's words: "As long as you have this song, you won't have to worry about the rest of your life!"
Wang Junhai is right. As long as he can keep this song for himself, he won't have to worry about the rest of his life!
With a hint of madness in his eyes, Old Zhou had already begun to ponder how to make this "original" work more believable.
"You'd better copy the manuscript yourself again; if you're going to put on a show, then you'll be serious."
"Find a USB drive and put a recording from three months ago."
"These are all your evidence. Just bring them out at the press conference, cry a little, and say that 'Fanren Bufan' stole your hard work, and the netizens will take care of the rest!"
Wang Junhai couldn't stand the way Lao Zhou looked so greedy, and he gave him a few more disdainful instructions.
It's been over twenty years since he graduated, has this old guy just been eating animal feed? He's got no brains left!
Old Zhou nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, looking at Wang Junhai as if he were a deity, but the next moment he hesitated and asked:
"What if that kid gets the police to analyze the notes and the time..."
"The police?" Wang Junhai, annoyed by his hesitant and indecisive manner, interrupted him directly, "Who do you think he is that they would conduct an identification for him?"
"Even if you want to do an authentication, can't you just find someone who specializes in forging documents to do it? As long as you stick to your story, and they have no evidence, how can they force a confession out of you?"
Wang Junhai was truly angry when he said that.
If this kid weren't so easy to fool, he wouldn't need him!
"Okay! I'll do it, but Brother Hai, hiring someone to forge documents costs money, I..."
Old Zhou's greasy, ingratiating smile made Wang Junhai's stomach churn.
Wang Junhai didn't play games; he took a bank card out of his shirt pocket and handed it to him.
"Here's two hundred thousand; that's enough for you to find someone to get things done."
"If things go well, we'll both be happy. But if things go wrong—" Wang Junhai paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, "You should know my methods. Your parents, wife, and children are all in this city, right?"
Old Zhou's face instantly drained of color. "Brother Hai, it's me!"
Seeing him so flustered and red-faced as he tried to return the items, Wang Junhai patted his shoulder gently and said, "Just kidding! Look how scared you are!"
"As long as you do your best, I'll promote you to music director in the future. Come on, future director, wishing us success!"
Old Zhou was taken aback, but quickly recovered and raised his glass to clink with Wang Junhai's: "Brother Hai, so... when is the press conference?"
Wang Junhai was very satisfied with Lao Zhou's performance. "He has proven himself and is feeling quite pleased with himself. He will definitely be even more arrogant next week. We will hold a press conference after his competition next week, when his popularity is at its peak!"
"That's when he'll be in the most pain!" Wang Junhai's eyes glazed over for a moment, but he snapped back to reality when he saw Lao Zhou's face. "Go back and memorize the 'story,' so you don't give yourself away."
Old Zhou quickly replied, "Yes! There won't be any problems!"
Wang Junhai drank two more glasses of wine before standing up: "I'll go first. You can leave after you finish eating. Don't let anyone see us together."
"Okay! Take care, Brother Hai!" Old Zhou got up and, like a little shadow, escorted him to the door.
Seeing that the two of them were walking towards the door, Chen Fan quickly ended the recording and pulled Andy into the next private room.
"Phew! That was close, we almost got caught!" Andy patted his chest, then realized something was wrong. "Hey Chen, why did I run away?"
Chen Fan pressed his ear against the door and listened carefully.
I heard the door to the next room open and close, and soon after, the waiter's emotionless voice echoed down the hallway: "Welcome back next time!"
Chen Fan then turned to him with a serious expression and said, "It was just a coincidence. Actually, you didn't have to run; he doesn't know you anyway!"
Andy was about to laugh at him when Cheng Yu, who had been watching the two of them for a while, couldn't hold back any longer. "You two came to a restaurant to play hide-and-seek?"