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Chapter 586: Fourth Brother Wants to Move Back In Too
Regardless of how Jiang Xingyi discovered them, a person’s ability to compose music was definitely not something learned overnight. They should have some unknown works under their belts, but this person didn’t have any.
One possibility was that they had used a different name before. When they signed Jiang Xingyi’s songs, maybe they changed their name. That was why they couldn’t get any information about this person.
However, the important thing was that they knew of all the talented composers. These people had also recently released new works. After excluding these people, there were no empty seats.
In addition, the completeness of Spicy Beef’s works was too high. It was not on the same level as the current generation of composers.
Spicy Beef really was a mystery.
!!Before the man could speak, the person next to him sighed and said, “Mr. Gao, we had even inquired with the people over at Songwriter, but n.o.body seems to know. We’ve also asked those by Jiang Xingyi’s side, but they’re keeping their mouths shut, saying that it’s related to Spicy Beef’s privacy. They weren’t willing to tell us.”
The others said in surprise, “They knew we’re from the Composers a.s.sociation, and they still wouldn’t tell us?”
That person shook his head. “They won’t tell us.”
He didn’t even dare to say it out loud. Jiang Xingyi’s reply was, “Spicy Beef wants to continue to do their own thing and will not consider joining the Composers a.s.sociation for the time being.”
The moment they heard it, they knew that it was an excuse. The other party had let them down easy, but he was plainly saying that the person wasn’t interested in them.
In the music industry, was there actually someone who was not interested in them?
The few big shots in the industry were all here. Who would not want to enter the a.s.sociation and bask in the light of these big shots?
Especially Mr. Gao, who was highly respected, and was as famous as Old Master Guan.
The man on the left said disdainfully, “Why are they being so mysterious as if they can’t be seen in public. Could it be that the Spicy Beef is actually not a person at all?”
The others: “? ? ?”
The man on the left explained, “What I mean is, maybe the Spicy Beef isn’t a person, but a group of people. Jiang Xingyi hired a group of people to write for him so that he could partic.i.p.ate in Songwriter. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t dare say it out loud. He’s afraid that others would expose his secret.”
“Impossible,” Gao Qi said, shooting down the speculation. “The style of the song is complete and smooth. It’s impossible that it was written by a group.”
Since Mr. Gao had said so, no one dared to question him.
“Then why did they…”
Gao Qi thought for a while and said, “Maybe everyone has their own ideas. As outsiders, we can’t understand it.”
Although he didn’t quite understand it.
Why would someone name themselves Spicy Beef?
He blurted out this question. The man on the right guessed, “Could it be because he’s from Province H and likes spicy food? That’s why he named himself Spicy Beef?”
“Then, should we ask the people from Province H about it?”
They all knew that Mr. Gao cherished talent. Seeing such a good seedling, he was sure to be reluctant to let them go. Otherwise, why would he be so concerned about the talent recruitment after finding out that they hadn’t found any information about this Spicy Beef?
Gao Qi refused, “There’s no need.”
“There’s no need to go through so much trouble to guess. Since they’re working for Jiang Xingyi and he’s partic.i.p.ating in Songwriter, I’ll just make a trip to the recording studio.”
…
It was getting closer to the Chinese New Year.
It was also getting closer to the holidays.
The students of other grades were all looking forward to the holidays. However, for the Grade 12 students, they wouldn’t get to enjoy their holiday. They’d be too busy studying at home during the new year and preparing for the college entrance exams in June. n.o.body dared to relax.
Of course, this didn’t include Jiang Yu.
It also didn’t include Jiang Zeyu and Feng Tianrui.
The former wasn’t pressured to study, while the latter doesn’t study at all.
Feng Tianrui was preparing for the game season, while Jiang Zeyu was preparing to take a long vacation to specialize in the professional racing league.
However, to take a long vacation, he needed a guardian to apply for him, especially at such a critical moment in school.
Whether Jiang Zeyu was willing or not, Jiang Chenglang was his legal guardian. This application could only be made by Jiang Chenglang.
Jiang Zeyu sat in his seat, scratching his head, at a total loss.
He was opposed to the idea of asking Jiang Chenglang for help.
He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Song Bi leaned over from the side. “Brother Yu, aren’t you going to move back to the Jiang family anyway? This matter can be used as a breakthrough point. You can have a good talk with your big brother and then casually say that you’re moving back in. Won’t that be a happy ending for everyone? I’m sure he’ll agree.”
Jiang Zeyu pursed his lips. “If he doesn’t agree, won’t I lose face?”
Song Bi: “Uh, is it a matter of losing face now? Isn’t it something that must be done now? Are you going to skip cla.s.ses every day in front of your little sister?”
Jiang Zeyu glared at him. “Of course not.”
In the past, skipping cla.s.ses was a common occurrence for him. He wasn’t worried about the school calling his parents. What could Jiang Chenglang do to him after all?
But now, in order to establish a good image in front of Jiang Yu, he stayed in school even though all he did was sleep. He and Jiang Yu could form a pair of Sibling Sleeping G.o.ds.
But, the training was going to be intense. If he continued to stay in school, it would take up too much time.
Therefore, since he considered himself a good student, he naturally had to apply for leave according to the procedures.
Jiang Zeyu was very distressed.
He really wanted to move back to the Jiang family and live with his little sister. Moreover, Jiang Xingyi, that traitor, had already moved back!
However, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
Song Bi knew very well what Jiang Xingyi was thinking and advised him, “Brother Yu, your third brother has already moved back. After all, you guys are brothers. As a family, blood is thicker than water. Besides, it’s almost the new year, and you guys should have a reunion. Your big brother must be looking forward to you moving back home. Didn’t he already urge you before?”
Jiang Zeyu said thoughtfully, “He did say that to me a few times before…”
Song Bi: “Then that’s it! Hurry up and go back!”
Jiang Zeyu: “It’s just that…”
A female voice suddenly interrupted.
“Do you want to come and wrap some pot-stickers together?”
Jiang Zeyu: “Oh, Little Sister?”
At some point, Jiang Yu had walked over to Jiang Zeyu’s side, but he hadn’t noticed her.
“Third Brother suggested that we make potstickers together on Chinese New Year’s Eve to bring in good luck.”
Jiang Yu tilted her head and her eyes were clear. “Do you want to come along?”
Jiang Zeyu: “Yes, yes, yes!”
Since he had been invited by his Little Sister, of course, he had to agree!
“Okay.”
Jiang Yu flipped through her phone and pulled out a phone number. She said to Jiang Zeyu, “This time, you’ll need to register to partic.i.p.ate in the potsticker making. You need to register at this number to get a place. The deadline is today. You have less than ten hours. Hurry up.”
Jiang Zeyu looked at the string of numbers and fell silent.
Wasn’t this Jiang Chenglang’s f*cking phone number?