You made me a superstar

Chapter 153 The Queen's Invitation

In the boxes of the "New Century" coffee shop, bursts of melodious piano music lingered in my ears.

Wang Jing sat silently, listening to this familiar piano piece.

The name of this piano piece is "Gone with the Wind", and the melody is adapted from a piece of music of the same name written by sister Hong Zhong Yanhong in her early years.

She suddenly thought of the scene when she just stepped into this industry. At that time, she had just divorced, was in a low period of life, financially distressed, had no relatives, and didn't know what to do.

By chance, she met Sister Hong who had just debuted, and by mistake, she became Sister Hong's assistant in mainland...

Scenes of the past echoed in her mind, and when she suddenly looked back, she realized that so many years had passed.

And now, she is once again at a low point in her career.

Hua Xing, to be honest, she doesn't like it.

Although there are big names like Jiang Shushu who have become famous again, and Zhou Yang, who has suddenly emerged, the company is too small after all.

Now they are very popular in the circle, and they seem to be very popular, but a big tree needs fertile soil to take root. A land like Huaxing can't afford to grow any big trees, let alone a superstar. up!

Competition in the entertainment industry is brutal.

It can be seen from the large loss of Huaxing employees in the past few days...

but……

When she saw Zhou Yang's detailed information on the table, she fell into deep thought.

Half an hour later.

There was a knock on the box door.

"Please come in."

Wang Jing raised her head, and saw An Xiao and Song Yiyi walking over at the same time.

After seeing the two, she laughed: "I didn't expect that when I was so down and down, the two of you called me one after another, and both of you invited me to be Mr. Zhou's manager. To be honest, I was quite surprised... "

"Sister Jing, I actually didn't know that Boss An had been in contact with you for a long time. If I had known, I wouldn't have made this call..." Song Yiyi sat down first, and cutely picked up the pre-order After taking a sip of the good coffee, he looked at An Xiao who had just sat down and was showing the same smile: "Mr. An...don't blame me for being troublesome, the main reason is that Zhou Yang has been miserable these days, and he followed the crew alone. Running in and out of foreign countries, there is no one around who can talk, I can take care of a little by the side, and this time Zhou Yang came to Xiangjiang, and he was so wronged by others. It's..."

"Hmm..." An Xiao nodded silently, but she didn't meet Song Yiyi's eyes, she just looked at Wang Jing: "Sister Jing, this is probably the case, our Huaxing Company is a newly established company, with a small family , I have actually been looking for a suitable agent for Mr. Zhou Yang, but they are all unreliable. After thinking about it, I thought of you, but I didn't expect to coincide with Ms. Song's thoughts..."

After Wang Jing looked at the two, she laughed.

She thought they were very interesting.

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Zhou Yang originally thought that the group of reporters downstairs were here for him.

But after watching it for a while, he realized that he was being sentimental.

Neither for myself nor for the movie "The Grand Master".

It seems that a great person has come to the Notre Dame Hospital on Hong Kong Island, and this great person lives in the ward not far from him.

When Zhou Yang went to the bathroom, he happened to see seven or eight assistants hurriedly surrounding a middle-aged woman wearing a mask and hat. After the middle-aged woman entered the ward, the bodyguards who came behind immediately guarded the door very professionally. Passers-by who wanted to see what was going on were frightened by the bodyguard's eyes before they even approached the ward.

The attending doctor's footsteps were in a hurry. From the first half of the night to the second half of the night, the sound of footsteps almost never stopped.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that the noisy hospital quieted down a bit, but the reporters at the entrance of the hospital kept guard, kept looking inside, and refused to leave for a long time.

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhou Yang closed his eyes and rested his mind, planning to take advantage of this time to take a good rest, but just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a sudden burst of messy footsteps in the corridor, and the noise of the reporters below was even louder. It rang.

He walked out of the ward speechlessly, and stood there in shock as soon as he reached the door.

He seemed to see Donnie Yen, Zhang Shaolei, Huo Yuanjie and other kung fu superstars rushing into the opposite ward with their assistants.

After a while, he came out from inside.

Zhou Yang is not a gossip guy, he was ready to go back after standing for a while, but when he looked up, he saw Huang Jiacheng and Wu Zhenhong coming too!
"Xiao Zhou, can you walk around?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Come in with me to see Miss Hong."

"what?"

"..."

Wu Zhenhong patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, and under Zhou Yang's bewilderment, he took him by his side.

The bodyguard seemed to be taken aback when he saw Zhou Yang, so he couldn't help but take another look.

They didn't expect that the guy next door who had been watching the fun all night turned out to be an acquaintance in this circle.

Who is Miss Hong?

Zhou Yang was confused for a moment, but he followed Wu Zhenhong and others into the room.

The door of the ward opened, and after seeing Huang Jiacheng and Wu Zhenhong, a young woman subconsciously stood up and said towards the distant bathroom, "Sister Hong, Director Huang and Teacher Wu are here to see you."

"Okay, let them sit down first."

There was a very weak voice from the bathroom. Not long after, Zhou Yang saw a middle-aged woman come out slowly and faintly, and smiled at Huang Jiacheng and Wu Zhenhong: "Director Huang, Mr. Wu, what are you doing?" Please come here during your busy schedule, actually I have nothing to do, just undergoing an operation, my body is a little weak, this little brother is..."

"Hi, Sister Hong, my name is Zhou Yang..." Zhou Yang replied subconsciously.

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, hello, hello, I've heard about you. You won an award in Berlin and won the honor for Chinese films once. It's amazing!" The middle-aged woman was stunned when she heard Zhou Yang, and then Laughed, and looked at Zhou Yang still standing in a daze after speaking, "Sit down, we are all friends, don't be restrained..."

"Oh, thank you, Miss Hong."

Zhou Yang sat down obediently.

After thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly froze.

Miss Hong!

Zhong Yanhong!
It is the queen of Hong Kong Island in this world, who once dominated the music scene from the 80s to the 90s, and the queen of the three kings and one queen who was widely rumored in the Chinese music scene in the early years, is Zhong Yanhong!
After seeing Zhong Yanhong, Zhou Yang unconsciously thought of the big lady in the music world, Anita Mui, in the original world.

And Huang Jiacheng and Wu Zhenhong have already chatted with Zhong Yanhong...

We are all old acquaintances, talking about the changes in Hong Kong, Taiwan and mainland film and music scene in the past two years, talking about some newcomers, talking about some of their old friends...

Chatting and chatting, I can't help but miss the old days.

Naturally, Zhou Yang couldn't intervene. He could only listen quietly at the side, and he didn't understand the details, but it probably felt like this.

They chat in Cantonese.

It seemed that after realizing Zhou Yang's embarrassment, Zhong Yanhong began to speak Mandarin intentionally or unintentionally. Although Zhong Yanhong's Mandarin was a bit blunt, Zhou Yang finally understood it a little.

It turned out that they were talking about the concert.

"What? Have a concert?"

I don't know what they were talking about, Wu Zhenhong suddenly yelled in surprise, and looked in disbelief at Zhong Yanhong who was lying on the hospital bed with a smile on his face all the time.

"Yes, I don't want to bother anymore, the stage makes me feel at ease... I want to stand on the stage and sing my voice well..."

"Your body, can you take it?" Wu Zhenhong was silent for a moment, then stared at Zhong Yanhong.

"You can bear it, the doctor said that it will be fine if you raise it, Mr. Wu, the song I asked you to write before, is it finished?"

After Wu Zhenhong heard this sentence, he was silent for a moment, and then showed a slightly embarrassed smile: "I forgot."

"Haha, Teacher Wu is as honest as ever..."

Zhong Yanhong's laughter came from the ward. Laughing, she suddenly coughed and unconsciously wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Zhou Yang seemed to have seen Zhong Yanhong's pale lips turn bloodless, and the clean handkerchief turned scarlet.

The happy atmosphere that was originally like meeting old friends suddenly began to become depressing.

When Zhong Yanhong asked Wu Zhenhong to sing again, Wu Zhenhong shook his head and suddenly sighed: "I can't write it...forget it."

Zhong Yanhong was taken aback: "Mr. Wu, this is not like you..."

Wu Zhenhong was silent: "When a person is old, there will always be a time when his talent is exhausted."

Zhong Yanhong looked at Wu Zhenhong in disbelief, as if it was the first day she knew him: "Mr. Wu, I hope to be honest..."

Wu Zhenhong smiled bitterly: "Is there any lie that can lie to you? It takes at least two months for me to write a song, and it takes at least two months for me to craft it. Your concert will start in fifteen days. How can I write it?"

"That's a pity." Zhong Yanhong couldn't hide her disappointment when she saw that Wu Zhenhong's eyes didn't seem to be lying, and finally sighed.

Afterwards, several people changed the topic and chatted about other things.

About 10 minutes later, after seeing that Zhong Yanhong seemed a little sleepy, they got up and said goodbye.

After saying hello and preparing to leave.

"Mr. Zhou..."

"Ah, Miss Hong?"

"I remember, you also write songs, don't you?"

"Forehead……"

"If you can, please write a song for me. I was in the car yesterday and heard "Girl Waving Wings" on the radio. I think it sounds good. I want to sing this song at the concert... ..."

Zhou Yang turned his head subconsciously, and then saw Zhong Yanhong looking at him on the hospital bed not far away, with sincere and serious eyes.

Zhou Yang was taken aback.

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Zhong Yanhong fell ill.

I got a very unacceptable disease, lung cancer, but fortunately it was discovered in time.

When she went to Canada, Zhong Yanhong underwent surgery and some chemotherapy. The surgery was also very successful, and the disease has not spread for the time being. It is a blessing in misfortune.

As for singing on stage, it is actually a very difficult thing. The lung itself is an organ for gas exchange. After surgery, it is difficult to recover.

When Wu Zhenhong left, he patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder: "Zhong Yanhong has a very wide network and status in the industry. A good relationship with her will not do you any harm."

"Mr. Wu, are you really unable to write?" Zhou Yang suddenly asked as if thinking of something.

"I can write, but this is the title song of her curtain call concert. It must be closer to the classics. My own state is not at the peak. I am not sure that I can write a classic song that can be passed down in the future for many years... "

"Oh." Zhou Yang nodded.

"Don't take it too seriously, just do your best in everything."

"Ah."

Wu Zhenhong and Huang Jiacheng left again.

Naturally, Tianhou's cards are different...

The group of reporters outside the hospital not only did not decrease, but increased in number, completely surrounding the entire entrance, and the traffic was once blocked.

In the evening, the group of reporters was still very noisy. Zhou Yang closed the window and finally felt that the noise was a little better.

After eating, Zhou Yang heard noises coming from the next door.

then……

There was a knock on the door of his room, and after opening the door, Zhong Yanhong's assistant walked in.

"Mr. Zhou, Sister Hong invited you to have dinner together and wants to chat with you. Are you free?"

"free."

"Okay, that's great!"

(End of this chapter)