My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 382 - 255: Between Buddha and Demon in Life

Chapter 382: Chapter 255: Between Buddha and Demon in Life

Meng Lang had been busy until 11 p.m.

However, even after practically turning the entertainment gossip news of Zhao Ge upside down, he couldn’t find even a single scandalous heroine.

"As someone in the entertainment industry, do you really have to be such a goody-two-shoes..."

Meng Lang, feeling helpless, thought that this guy’s low profile and reclusive lifestyle sure fit the traits of a spy.

Glancing at the time and about to shut down his laptop to wash up and go to bed, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Duan Xian.

"Hello! What’s up so late?"

"What do you mean, what’s up! Who was the one who encouraged me to enter the entertainment industry... You’re just going to wash your hands off responsibility afterward?

Since you started this, couldn’t you show a little concern for your best friend’s major life event? I’m really nervous here!"

"What are you nervous about?"

"The song is ready. The next step is to release it online, but I’m feeling a bit unsure..."

"It’s ready? That was fast?" Meng Lang said, slightly surprised.

"Yeah... Sister Xiao Qin taught me a lot..."

"Sister Xiao Qin? You’ve changed how you address her already? Tsk tsk! No wonder, Mr. Duan, with that approachability of yours, you’re bound to be wildly successful!

Since the song is ready, then what are you waiting for? Release it!"

"Really release it?" Duan Xian on the other end obviously still hesitated a bit.

"Otherwise? You’re in debt now. If you don’t make money in the entertainment industry, are you really planning on selling yourself in those nightclubs?"

"In debt? Didn’t you say the money I owe doesn’t need to be repaid...?" Duan Xian was speechless.

"I was talking about the money for this song! Courtesy! A lump sum of a million! The song is yours now!"

"What? A million?! Are you robbing me?"

"Hey! Don’t doubt me, if I wrote it, it surely won’t be a nobody’s song. A million is practically a friendly price!

Plus, this is my debut work; would I undersell my brother?"

"So if you sell it high, you think you’re doing me justice?" Duan Xian, speechless.

Debut work, my ass. Should I also wrap it up with a red envelope for you?

"I wasn’t referring to you as my brother... Ah forget it, this matter is settled, no objections preferred. If you have objections, keep them to yourself, thanks!"

"Is this how you force a sale? But speaking of which... When did you learn to write songs?

The moment you started, it absolutely blew me away. If I didn’t trust you as a person, I would’ve thought you plagiarized it."

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched upon hearing this.

Brother, trust yourself, don’t trust my character...

"Cough! Have I lived this long only to never once express my emotions in a bittersweet moment?"

"The thing is, we’ve been so close for so long, how come I knew nothing about it?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Lang glared.

"Speaking of being close, you still don’t know my bank card PIN, do you?"

Duan Xian: "..."

Lost for words, aren’t you?

Thought you knew me well? Explain then! Come on, explain!

And yet you have the nerve to keep asking nonsense!

"Cough! Anyway, I’m releasing my song now, we’ll chat later!"

"Beep beep beep!"

Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Meng Lang huffed and comfortably covered himself with his blanket.

Indeed, emotions need to be vented occasionally, especially before bed...

Sleep aid!

...

In the middle of the night, in a certain neighborhood in Yangcheng City.

An auditor, Wang Feng, dressed in scruffy pajamas, opened his Tencent Music backend, put on his headphones, took a sip of strong tea, cracked his toes, and began tonight’s late-night review session...

[Rubbing, rubbing, on this rough ground rubbing...]

His eyes twitched slightly, next song!

[This noodle, it’s long and wide, just like this bowl, it’s big and round...]

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, next song!

[Missing the scent of your black socks and your shirt...]

Emm...

This is a song with a scent, approved!

[I’ve breathed the evening breeze you breathed, does that count as an embrace...]

Hmm?

It was as if a refreshing sea breeze suddenly swept through the stifling heat of the dog days of summer, and his ears, already filled with filth, seemed to be repeatedly cleansed, restoring his perception of music.

Wang Feng slightly squinted his eyes, immersed in the moving melody...

"This song... it’s going to be a hit!"

Ten minutes later, after listening to the song three times, Wang Feng took off his headphones, already certain in his mind.

Though he wasn’t any sort of legendary music critic, the exceptionally experienced Wang Feng still had his basic judgment.

Fairly speaking, the vocalist’s singing skills were mediocre, and the transitions between true and false voice at certain points were a bit stiff, not smooth enough.

But the lyrics and composition of this song completely overshadowed this minor flaw.

"Lyrics by Meng Changjun, composed by Meng Changjun, performer Duan Xiaoxian...

Meng Changjun? Never heard of him. When did such a big boss appear in the industry? Could it be a pseudonym of a big boss?

Duan Xiaoxian... This stage name also is very unfamiliar. Could it really be an amateur?"

After thinking it over, he clicked to approve the review and then submitted the song to the senior review department.

Ordinary songs are easy to pass review, but getting exposure is difficult.

However, original songs with potential would undergo a secondary review, and if the higher-ups liked it, they’d allocate certain promotional resources, and might even have someone responsible for signing a deeper platform promotion contract with the publisher.

In simple words—good music can break through!

...

Meanwhile, in Fusang Country, Capital City.

"Dong~ Dong~" In the delicate Japanese-style garden, the water in the pond rhythmically tapped.

This was a typical dry landscape garden, its history traceable back to the Edo period.

Cone-shaped pebbles placed on a ground covered with white sand created patterns that symbolized the endless waves of the sea, forming an extremely abstract landscape painting.

Such a classical courtyard located in the core area of Capital City represented not only the top financial power within Fusang Country but also incomparable authority...

At this moment, inside a room of the courtyard, a man in a black suit was kneeling on the ground, his hands supporting his forehead.

Opposite him was an elderly man with silver hair, wearing a black kimono.

"Failed?"

"Yes!"

"Why did it fail?"

"The plan was suspected to have been leaked. It seems the other party knew about our operation in advance and had meticulously planned a trap, resulting in the capture of the Panasonic Team and the loss of two undercover agents!"

The elderly man with silver hair slightly squinted his eyes.

"Suspected?"

"Your Excellency! I deeply apologize; we still cannot confirm the cause of the plan’s leakage!

The Buddha head theft plan by the Panasonic Team was indeed hasty, but it was precisely due to the haste that a leak seemed almost impossible.

What’s baffling is, the plan was still leaked, and we cannot understand why the other side would know about this all ahead of time.

Before the operation, only the Panasonic Team and I knew the complete plan.

This... I can’t explain it, unless one among us three leaked the information—otherwise, such a situation would not be possible!"

"But this situation still occurred, didn’t it?"

"Yes! My incompetence!" The man in the black suit continued to kneel on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

The silver-haired elder was silent for a moment.

"Did the other side discover our real target?"

"They shouldn’t have. This time, we targeted all the artifacts. It’s not possible for them to discover our true target.

The members of Panasonic all possessed a samurai-like resolve and would not have divulged it."

"Let’s hope so, but I don’t want processes; I want results!

You have three more months, at any cost! I want the Buddha head to appear before me intact, understood?

If you can’t do it, you might as well retire."}

The black-suited man shivered.

"Yes! Within three months, the Buddha head will definitely be placed before Your Excellency!"

"Hmm! Go on!"

After the black-clad man respectfully exited and closed the door, the silver-haired elder remained silent for a long while before slowly standing up and approaching the stand where katana were displayed.

He then took out an ancient-looking scroll from a hidden compartment underneath the stand and carefully spread it out in his hands.

The words, written in vigorous and flowing script, appeared on the scroll.

The elder’s eyes were profound as he gently touched each character in front of him, his gaze filled with fanaticism and obsession.

He appeared spellbound as he slowly recited the words on the scroll.

"Flowers bloom for two separate beings, life lies between Buddha and demon..."