The Counterattack of the Reborn Playboy

"That's right, Xiaofan."

Hearing Ling Feng who had been keeping quiet behind him speak, Zhou Yifan suppressed his anger and turned around, saying, "What's wrong?"

"Are you uncle and nephew?"

"Yes."

Seeing Ling Feng's surprised face, Zhou Yifan came back to his senses and said, "We are not related by blood."

"Oh."

After oh, Ling Feng stopped talking.

Zhou Yifan gritted his teeth and looked at him, thinking that every time he started a topic like this, and when others thought he would say something else, he had already ended it on his own.

"Zhou Yifan."

Hearing Zhou Yunjin's voice next to him, Zhou Yifan, who was already very irritable, turned his head and said in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

"Don't call me cousin in the future."

"why?!"

"I do not like."

Unlike Zhou Yifan who was about to go berserk, Zhou Yunjin looked calm.

Even though Zhou Yifan had always been a little afraid of him, seeing him like this, he still couldn't help but slam his fist hard on the car door next to him.

One and two, all the fucking psychos I encountered!

Sensing his anger, the other two people in the carriage didn't speak for a while.

The recording studio that Zhou Yunjin contacted was located in a very high-end residential area in Lincheng.

The roads are clean and tidy, and the height of buildings generally does not exceed ten floors.

The colors are mainly beige and light gray, and the shape is unique and modern. Even though it is almost noon, there are still not many people on the street.

Tall sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the street. The dense and scattered branches and leaves not only block the heat of midsummer well, but also set off the quiet and peaceful atmosphere around.

Zhou Yunjin parked the car in front of a light gray square building, and waited for the three of them to take the elevator to the sixth floor. Zhou Yunjin, who was walking at the front, was quickly hugged by a person rushing forward.

The man should be more than 1.9 meters tall, wearing a large gray T-shirt, and has a burly figure, but the first thing Zhou Yifan noticed was his hairstyle, the sides were shaved short, and the middle part was long and tied with a black rubber band , a typical artist's attire.

"Yunjin! How long have we not seen each other?!"

The man had a hearty voice, and he kept patting Zhou Yunjin's back hard while speaking.

Hearing the echo in the corridor, Zhou Yifan and Ling Feng looked at each other, a little worried that Zhou Yunjin would be accidentally slapped to death by the bear.

"Dahai, calm down, we will meet often in the future."

The two should be good friends. After Zhou Yunjin let go of that man with a smile, he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

It was only at this time that Zhou Yifan could see the man's appearance clearly. He was in his 40s, with rough features, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Just thinking that Zhou Yunjin called this person Dahai just now, and this recording studio was also called Yunhai, Zhou Yifan couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Wei Dahai, my former music director, Zhou Yifan, Ling Feng."

"Is he the musician you fancy?"

Seeing Wei Dahai looking critically at him, Zhou Yifan frowned, pointed to Ling Feng beside him and said, "He is."

"he?!"

Wei Dahai opened his mouth wide enough to swallow two eggs. Ling Feng looked at him expressionlessly, feeling that he was really not suitable for entering the entertainment industry.

"Don't, even though he looks like this, the songs he wrote are really good!"

As soon as Wei Dahai finished saying this, Zhou Yifan had already stood in front of him. Ling Feng silently looked at his back, only feeling that his mood had gotten worse.

"I still think you are more suitable..."

After muttering, Wei Dahai took the few pieces of paper Zhou Yifan handed over.

Originally, his expression was a little careless, but after watching for a while, his expression became very focused, and after he quickly read the songs written by Ling Feng, he raised his head in shock and said, "You written?!"

"Yes."

Except for the first time I went to find him and knew that I intended to sign a contract with him, no matter who he was facing or what kind of occasion he was facing, Ling Feng would always give people a feeling of being flattered or humiliated.

Although he knew that it might be because of his nervousness, Zhou Yifan was still very satisfied with his state.

"genius!"

The over-excited Wei Dahai didn't seem to know how to express his feelings. After rubbing his hands together, he came over and carefully patted Ling Feng's shoulder.

His facial expressions... seem to give people a feeling that he is very shy...

Seeing him like this, Zhou Yifan's forehead throbbed, thinking it's no wonder he and Zhou Yunjin became good friends.

"And you! Yunjin! How did you find him?!"

Zhou Yunjin, who had been standing beside him with a light smile and said nothing, looked at Zhou Yifan and said, "It wasn't me, it was Xiaofan who discovered it."

"you?"

Seeing his unbelievable expression again, Zhou Yifan gradually turned his face cold, and said, "It's me."

"you are?"

"His agent."

"Your identities should be exchanged..." After finishing speaking, Wei Dahai turned around and said regretfully, "It's a pity that you don't have his talent."

Zhou Yifan...

Wei Dahai's recording studio is quite large, although Zhou Yifan doesn't know much about the equipment inside, but seeing the expression on Ling Feng's face, he thinks this recording studio should be very good.

When the two stood in front of the mixer and talked in a low voice, Wei Dahai couldn't help but look at Zhou Yunjin who was watching them, and said, "What? Did you see that little boy?"

"No."

"Tch, you will only be so nice to someone when you are interested in him, when I don't know you..." After finishing speaking, Wei Dahai looked down at the songs written by Ling Feng, and said with a sigh: "This person is so talented, not only the melody is nice, but the lyrics are also written with such connotations."

"It's not just the connotation." Zhou Yunjin also bowed his head after speaking, and said, "Didn't you find that his lyrics are easy to understand and become very poetic when combined?"

"Yes, with his own characteristics and commercial selling points, Lan Yu has made a lot of money signing him."

Zhou Yunjin smiled, but did not speak.

"Also." After speaking, Wei Dahai pushed Zhou Yunjin's arm next to him, and said, "Do you think their combination is very interesting?"

At this time, Ling Feng was dancing and didn't know what he was explaining to Zhou Yifan, seeing Zhou Yifan was puzzled but still listening hard, Zhou Yunjin suppressed a smile and said, "I think so too."

His tone gave off a feeling that he was in a good mood. Wei Dahai turned his head, and when he saw the brighter light in Zhou Yunjin's eyes, he suddenly understood that the reason why Zhou Yunjin stayed in the country for such a long time this time might be It is because of these two people.

"Xiao Fan, has the production and release of Ling Feng's album been discussed within the company?"

Zhou Yifan looked surprised at Zhou Yunjin who was driving quietly beside him, and said, "I'm a bit stupid, but before doing everything, I asked my father and godmother about the procedures!"

Zhou Yunjin was unmoved, and said, "And then?"

"I have already submitted the plan to the Performing Arts Management Center. The day after tomorrow, the company will hold a regular monthly meeting. Dad said that he will ask the person responsible for bringing me up to bring this matter up."

Zhou Yunjin nodded, and after a while, he said: "Xiaofan, no matter being an artist or making an album, this is a group activity. You can't achieve success with just one person's strength."

Probably because the recording studio was so good that he couldn't imagine, Ling Feng was very excited that day, even though the two had sent him home just now, he was still texting Zhou Yifan non-stop.

After hearing what Zhou Yunjin said, Zhou Yifan, who was still focused on his phone, said without raising his head, "What if I succeed?"

"It was just a fluke."

There was no ups and downs in Zhou Yunjin's tone, but when he thought that he had taken advantage of his rebirth to become so smooth, and that he would inherit Lan Yu in the future, Zhou Yifan couldn't help but put down his phone and looked at Zhou Yunjin next to him.

Zhou Yunjin's expression was calm, but it seemed that it was at this time that Zhou Yifan realized that this person was not as bad as he imagined, and that he really cared about him.

Is it because Zhou Zhili loves the house and the black, or is it because he has recently become self-motivated?

Just looking at Zhou Yunjin in a daze, the phone in Zhou Yifan's hand rang. Looking at the caller ID on it, he couldn't help frowning.

"Why don't you answer?"

After hearing what Zhou Yunjin said, Zhou Yifan reluctantly connected the phone in his hand.