134 The Entertainment World Within Reach
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On the eighteenth of August, Yang Tang's birthday, he finally completed the solidification of Kayou's culinary skills. This culinary expertise combined super-tactile, super-visual, super-auditory, and super-olfactory senses, along with profound traditional Chinese medicine theory and qigong. Its supreme technique, the "Demon-Breaking Eight Formations," could even manipulate human hearts.
After eating breakfast on the street, Yang Tang accompanied his parents to the Mutianyu Great Wall. They toured until the afternoon and then found a local resort to rest for the night.
By this time, the culinary skills of "Little Master" had also finished solidifying. Yang Tang said, "Mom and Dad, I'll handle dinner tonight. Watch me show you two what I can do!"
Yang's mother glared at him and said, "You cook? Forget it, if you accidentally burn down the resort, we won't be able to afford the compensation. Let's just see what they have for sale here and make do with that. We're heading back tomorrow anyway."
"Mom, I'm serious!"
"Serious my foot!" Yang Jixue cut in, scolding, "Xiaohong, when have you ever cooked a meal? Show off your skills? Your mom is right, stop letting your mind wander with wild thoughts, alright?"
Yang Tang realized that what Yang Jixue said was indeed a problem, and immediately changed his tune: "Alright then, by this time next year, I'll learn a few tricks and show them to you!"
"You want to learn cooking? Won't that delay your studies?" Yang's mother worried.
"I'll study in my spare time, won't that work?" Yang Tang remedied sheepishly.
Yang Jixue was more open-minded: "As long as you manage your time reasonably in university, it'll be fine."
The next day, Qin Xuewu treated Yang Tang and his family of three to a meal. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yang's parents boarded the return flight to Chongqing. As soon as the two elders landed and stepped out of the airport arrival gates, they encountered a bizarre event. Someone had parked a pitch-black Range Rover right in front of them and forcefully shoved the car keys into Yang Jixue's hands.
The exterior of the Range Rover was modeled after a Range Rover Sport, but the texture of the body was definitely different from an ordinary Range Rover. When the two elders opened the car doors to take a look, they found all the purchase invoices, paperwork, temporary license plates, and other documents resting on the back seat! Right on top was a note: "If you wish to know the whole story, please call mobile number 18866!"
"Good grief, isn't this Xiaohong's number?" Yang's mother said.
Yang Jixue immediately called Yang Tang.
The first thing Yang Tang said upon picking up was, "Dad, you received the car, right? Since you have a driver's license, just drive it back!"
"I didn't bring my driver's license with me!" Yang Jixue smiled bitterly.
Yang Tang said, "Who says so? If you don't believe me, check the inner pocket of the suitcase lid; I tucked your driver's license in there. Oh right, that Range Rover is bulletproof, shipped from abroad just the day before yesterday. There's no way to return it now, so just go with it!" With that, he hung up directly, leaving Yang's parents staring blankly at each other on their end of the line.
That night, Yang Tang underwent the marrow-cleansing metamorphosis, sweating gray phantom sweat all night long, soaking and stinking through the entire set of bedsheets and mattress.
*Wait a minute, many web novels describe the marrow-cleansing as the body expelling black sludge, so why did mine turn into gray sludge?*
*Gray sludge indicates that the dreamer's body has fewer impurities. Such a constitution makes the marrow-cleansing process much easier and more thorough!*
Yang Tang thought carefully and figured it made sense. It was just like washing apples: Apple A washes out black water, while Apple B washes out gray water. Given that a second wash is impossible, which one would you prefer to eat?
After taking a thorough shower to clean his body, taking advantage of the pre-dawn darkness, Yang Tang disposed of the smelly bedsheets and mattress. After breakfast, he hurried early to the supermarket to buy a brand new set of sheets and a mattress to replace them.
Over the next three days, Yang Tang enrolled as an accelerated road test student and successfully passed his road test on August twenty-fifth.
To celebrate Yang Tang passing his road test, Wan Hailiu insisted on treating him to a meal.
As soon as he sat inside Wan Hailiu's car, Yang Tang stared intently at old Wan for a long time, making the latter's skin crawl, before asking, "Treating me to a meal is fake, you've actually got something you need, right?"
"Nothing can escape the divine discernment of Master Yang, truly."
Yang Tang said indifferently, "Let's get my car and house sorted out first, and then we'll deal with your matter."
Wan Hailiu patted his chest and vowed, "That's not a problem at all. In two days at most, the house and car you requested will be fully arranged!"
"What I demand isn't speed; I demand that it be entirely reasonable, legal, and compliant with the rules. To put it simply, when the house and car reach my hands, no one can pick out a single flaw!"
"This..."
"What? Is there difficulty?" Yang Tang raised an eyebrow.
Wan Hailiu tilted his head and said, "Master, the difficulty doesn't lie with me, it lies with you!"
"Me? How so, explain!"
"Actually, as long as Master you take on a nominal title in my company, I can issue the house and car to you as bonuses. That way, nobody will be able to find any faults."
Yang Tang glanced sideways and said, "Old Wan, don't forget, you are the one who owes me three hundred million in consultation fees, not the other way around."
"Master, of course I know what you mean... How about this? As long as you take the nominal title, I will pay the three hundred million in old currency as promised, and consider the house and car as a free gift from me. How does that sound?"
"Old Wan, is this supposed to be a threat?" Yang Tang asked half-jokingly.
Wan Hailiu's expression changed drastically, and he quickly cupped his hands, bowed, and pleaded for forgiveness, saying, "Master, Hailiu wouldn't dare!"
"Better if you don't. If we do things strictly by the rules, how long will it take on your end?"
Wan Hailiu hesitated and said, "A—about half a month, I suppose!"
"Half a month it is, then. I can wait. As for the nominal title, there's no need."
Wan Hailiu replied with unmistakable regret, "I understand." Just as he finished speaking, his mobile phone rang.
Without checking the caller ID, Wan Hailiu impatiently answered with a "Hello" and asked, "Who is this?"
Half an hour later, at a private club in Houhai.
Yang Tang, who had followed Wan Hailiu into the club, still found it a bit hard to believe. "Old Wan, you're saying that President Qian who called you just now—his company has the top-tier recording studio in the country?"
"Of course, old Zhang makes his living off this stuff. He called me just now specifically to recommend a singer from their place to me!"
"Recommend a singer to you? What do you mean?" Yang Tang asked, puzzled.
"Actually, it's nothing much. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Master: a subsidiary under my group specializes in film and television investments. I heard they recently invested in two drama series and a movie, so..."
Yang Tang made a stop gesture. "You don't need to finish the rest, I understand!"
"As expected of a Master, your ability to infer other things from one instance is truly impressive!" Wan Hailiu flattered him at the right moment. "Oh, by the way, Master, since you asked about the recording studio just now, are you also interested in developing a career in the entertainment industry?"
Yang Tang waved his hand. "I just want to record a few songs for my own amusement."
"Master, singing alone won't make you a big name nowadays. If you really want to make a splash in the entertainment industry, you might as well directly invest in the production handled by my subsidiary! I can't guarantee anything else, but getting the male lead role is definitely not a problem."
Yang Tang rolled his eyes and said, "I really don't need to!"
Wan Hailiu was about to persuade him further when the female receptionist leading the way rudely interrupted, "Gentlemen, President Qian is right in this private room!"
With a wave of his hand, Wan Hailiu dismissed the female receptionist with a dark face, then kicked open the private room door with a loud *bang* and gestured for Yang Tang to enter. "Master, after you."
Inside the private room, President Qian was instructing the female singer sitting next to him on what etiquette to observe when the guests arrived. Hearing the door being kicked open, he was just about to throw a tantrum, but upon seeing Wan Hailiu acting like a humble servant, respectfully inviting Yang Tang into the room, President Qian instantly froze. The fresh-faced young female singer also stood stunned on the spot, momentarily unable to tell who was in charge.
Yang Tang wasn't stage-frightened either; he swaggered over and sat in the main seat. "Old Wan, just acting for a moment is enough, can you stop putting on an act all the time?"
"Alright, I'll listen to the Master." With that, Wan Hailiu sat down to Yang Tang's lower right without the slightest hesitation, introducing him to Yang Tang: "Master, this is old Qian whom I mentioned to you earlier. Back in the day, his father and my father were brothers-in-arms in the same platoon; otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered to see him today."
Hearing this, President Qian felt thoroughly unhappy inside, yet he didn't dare flare up and had to follow along with Wan Hailiu's words: "Brother Wan, who... who is this Master you introduced?"
"Who the Master is doesn't matter. What matters is that he has taken a fancy to your company's top-tier recording studio."
"Ah?!"
Seeing that Wan Hailiu was somewhat inarticulate, Yang Tang hurriedly took over the conversation. "President Qian, right? I wonder how the rental fees for your company's top-tier recording studio are calculated? Or rather, if I wanted to build an identical recording studio, how much would it cost?"
"This..."
"What 'this' and 'that', old Qian? If you dare to play tricks in front of the Master, your female singer can forget about getting any roles in Qianying's productions! Not only this one, but all the others are out of the question as well!"
Wan Hailiu's extremely forceful words caused President Qian's complexion to change drastically, while the fresh-faced female singer beside him turned pale with fright, her eyes dimming to the point where she almost burst into tears.
Yang Tang observed everything and thought to himself, *Whoa, is her acting skills that good? Or is this genuine emotion?* His thoughts spinning like lightning, he activated his Eagle Eye ability. The answer provided by Eagle Eye was that the young girl's emotions were completely genuine.
*Oh my god, I actually ran into a "blue lotus" of the entertainment industry!*
Yang Tang sighed inwardly and couldn't help chiming in, "Young lady, since you came along with President Qian today, what kind of role are you hoping to secure?"
The female singer was startled for a moment, then timidly said, "I want to play the second female lead, a villain role is fine too!"
Upon hearing this, and seeing Yang Tang's mocking smile, President Qian was filled with crushing regret. He was so close to jumping up and scolding the female singer for not knowing how to speak with tact.
Instead, after chuckling mockingly for a few seconds, Yang Tang turned his head to Wan Hailiu and said, "Old Wan, this young lady is quite amusing. Can you arrange a second female lead role for her?"
Wan Hailiu cupped his fists toward Yang Tang and said, "Since the Master has spoken, Hailiu will naturally comply."
President Qian was overjoyed and hurriedly nudged the female singer. "Hurry up and thank President Wan!"
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