My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 360 - 240: I am Pianpian_2

Chapter 360: Chapter 240: I am Pianpian_2

"How about it?" Yan Weiwei looked at Lin Haitang.

"Hmm! It’s definitely a great song. If we can find the right singer, it might really become a hit."

"Right! It could really make a lot of money. This guy has no sense of copyright at all; I’m worried for him!

What are you waiting for, sign it already!"

Meng Lang gave a wry smile.

I’m here to express emotions, and you want me to make money?

However, seeing Yan Weiwei bustling around for his sake, he ultimately couldn’t reject her kindness.

Since plagiarism had occurred, they might as well not let it be for nothing.

Originally, they had planned to have that guy act in a movie first to build some reputation, but now it seemed... why not develop him into a triple threat in film, music, and television?

He signed it alright, but he didn’t plan to use his real name; instead, he chose a stage name.

"Meng Changjun? Whatever, as long as you’re happy, I won’t say more. I’m starving after running around all day, let’s eat quickly!"

However, just as Yan Weiwei sat down and picked up her chopsticks, the smile on her face gradually disappeared...

She looked up, bewildered.

"Where’s the meat?"

Everyone: "..."

...

The Duan family.

"I’m back!"

"Working overtime again? Why are you getting home so late every day lately? Work’s important, but you’ve got to take care of your body too. The food’s all cold, let me heat it up for you."

Mrs. Duan, looking distressed, hung up Duan Xian’s coat for him, then carried dishes into the kitchen.

Duan Xian collapsed tiredly onto the sofa, rubbing his sore legs.

He worked for one of the top ten real estate companies in the country. Initially, when the industry was booming, everything went smoothly and the income was quite decent. But who would have thought that this year the real estate sector would suddenly enter a downturn.

He had worn out his legs running around, and his monthly bonuses kept decreasing.

Although Meng Lang repeatedly refused to accept the IOU for the money spent on his father’s surgery, Duan Xian couldn’t just take it for granted.

Duan Xiaoyi had paid back 200,000, but it was impossible to let his little sister continue to bear the debt for the family.

It’s unfortunate that when it rains, it pours; with his current income, it might take ten years or more to clear the debt.

"Maybe... start streaming?"

Duan Xian was a bit conflicted in his mind.

"Ring ring!" Just then, his phone suddenly rang.

Duan Xian saw the caller ID and, summoning his energy, answered the call.

"Hello! Meng Lang, what’s up?"

"I’m here to collect a debt!"

Duan Xian was startled.

"What? Last time at the hospital, you said you’d remember this favor for a lifetime. Haven’t forgotten that, have you?"

"Of course not." Duan Xian replied seriously, nodding.

"So you said even if it’s something against your principles, you’d spare no effort. That still stands, right?"

Meng Lang’s tone carried a hint of teasing.

Something against his principles? Duan Xian’s heart skipped a beat.

"Look, Meng Lang, what exactly do you want me to do? Let me make it clear beforehand—I may sell my art, but not my body!"

"Who’s talking about selling your body? I just want you to sell your art!"

"Uh..."

Sell art?

Duan Xian was even more confused.

"You were the love song prince in college, right?"

"Uh, that’s a bit exaggerated. I was just always dragged to KTV by older and younger students to liven up the atmosphere, practice makes perfect... "

"You were also the vice president of the drama club, good at singing and dancing, with solid acting skills, right?"

"That... ’good at singing and dancing’ is an overstatement. I joined because the drama club had more men than women, so I was highly valued by the president because of that... "

Meng Lang: "..."

Listen to this! The epitome of humblebrag!

"That’s definitely you! Come help me!" Meng Lang’s tone was earnest.

"Help you? How?"

"My plan is a bit long, but to put it simply, I need you to switch careers first."

"Why would I switch careers out of the blue?"

"Don’t you feel unrecognized for your talents? Haven’t you always been restless, unwilling to settle for the status quo?"

Unrecognized? Unwilling to settle? Isn’t that the mentality of every graduate who’s worked for a couple of years? Don’t try to trick me!

"What career do you want me to switch to?"

"Don’t worry! As your brother, would I harm you? This is definitely the best career for you!

Don’t you realize your biggest advantage yet?

Oh! Such an unfair world it is, having to work despite being capable of living off one’s looks..."

"Uh... what are you trying to say?"

"Don’t you get it? ’Capable of living off one’s looks,’ I’m the ’having to work’ part."

Duan Xian: "..."

Ten minutes later...

Duan Xian hung up the phone, his eyes still somewhat bewildered.

Sing? Act in movies?

Was he really supposed to enter the entertainment industry?

For someone who was in real estate, wasn’t this a bit too much of a stretch...?

But, looking at Mrs. Duan still busy in the kitchen, thinking of the debts he carried, and recalling Meng Lang’s recent plea for help...

"Sigh!" Duan Xian sighed deeply.

"I really... don’t want to be the ’capable’ one..."

...

Indeed, the role Meng Lang wanted to reserve in the movie was for Duan Xian!

With a face that could make a living from the entertainment industry, not making use of it would indeed be a waste.

As a "master of fate," Meng Lang would not accept this!

To go further, ruthlessly eliminating competitors was not a sustainable strategy, as it could easily lead his brothers to lose themselves in the thrill of using violence.

True strength lay in self-improvement!

And besides himself, his circle of friends also contributed to his strength!

For example, his indirect connection with Major General Chu had already secured him a perfect evaluation, clearly showing the benefits brought by "connections."