sovbooks Chapter 130 Splendor and Ordinary
Chapter 130 Splendor and Ordinary
Chapter 130 Splendor and Ordinary
On January 2nd, in the afternoon, Yang Du was peeling bamboo shoots with Weng Shuying at home.
The fresh winter bamboo shoots were specially dug up by Yang Zhao and his second uncle, Yang Jun, from the bamboo grove in the countryside. They are perfect for making pickled bamboo shoots with pork belly, which are salty, savory, and flavorful. It is a dish that Yang Du has loved since childhood.
Weng Shuying took the kitchen knife, made a cut and a turn on the bamboo shoot, and with a pull, the bamboo shoot husk easily fell off.
Yang Du was much slower; he peeled the pieces one by one. Fortunately, Weng Shuying hadn't expected him to be of much help anyway, so she didn't mind.
While he was busy, Yang Du's phone rang.
Upon taking it out, I saw it was Yuan Xiuqing.
"Hey, Mr. Yuan, you're calling me at this hour. Aren't we on holiday? It's a three-day statutory holiday."
Yang Du held the phone to his ear while his hands kept moving.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiuqing on the other end of the phone almost choked on her breath.
Doesn't she have any idea why she's so busy?
Yang Du, the youngest recipient of the Feitian Award in history, patted himself on the back after winning the award and flew back to his hometown for a vacation the very next morning, leaving Yuan Xiuqing's phone ringing off the hook.
People are asking for collaborations, requesting songs, and even her former employer is calling to try and build rapport, saying they'll invite Ms. Yang to help produce film and television soundtracks in the future.
"Hehe, I'd like to discuss with Mr. Yang about giving me a raise in the new year."
"Hahaha." Yang Du seemed to hear the sound of teeth grinding.
Yuan Xiuqing said seriously, "Let's get down to business. I contacted Tuya and Jin Yong's agents this morning. I just wanted to sound them out and see if there was any possibility of a collaboration on a single."
"But I only got to the beginning, and as soon as their manager heard that you were producing the single, they agreed without hesitation. They implied that they were very much looking forward to working with Mr. Yang and that their schedules were compatible."
Yang Du blinked, as if—he had gone a little too far.
His original plan was to wait until the release of "Swallowtail Butterfly" and the nationwide brainwashing of "Gong Xi Fa Cai" on the Spring Festival Gala were completed before discussing the matter, but now the Golden Chart Music Awards have not even been announced yet, and the matter has been settled ahead of schedule.
"It went so smoothly it's almost unbelievable, isn't it?"
"Um."
Yuan Xiuqing smiled and continued, "We've reached a preliminary cooperation agreement, so the subsequent procedures will be simple. Once you, Mr. Yang, officially launch the project, the three of us will find a time to sit down and finalize the artist royalties, and then we can move on to the formal production phase."
"Okay, just let me know in advance." Yang Du couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect the Flying Apsaras Award to be so useful."
In fact, simply having two Feitian Awards wouldn't have this effect. After all, Tuya and Jin Yong are in the pop music scene, and you can't use mainstream music awards to suppress pop music singers, so there's resistance.
However, Yang Du is now trying to be both mainstream and popular, and doing both well.
Leaving aside the Feitian Awards, in terms of popular music, his album "Swallowtail Butterfly," which he produced for Tao Cheng for the first time, was certified double platinum in three weeks after its release.
Producers who have proven themselves in the market, especially those who have achieved great success, are very popular before they fail. Any manager with a bit of foresight would not easily refuse a collaboration offer for the sake of small gains.
"There's one more thing," Yuan Xiuqing said. "I just received a call from Qi Qiao."
"What does she want from you? Is she asking you to write a song for her?"
You guessed right.
"Oh~"
"I reckon Qi Qiao's invitation to write a song has two layers of meaning. If you agree, that would be great. If not, her team will probably release the news to the public, giving you a boost and continuing to send goodwill signals. So, what are your thoughts?"
Yang Du thought for a moment and said, "You agree first, and we'll discuss the specific song list after the Golden Chart Music Awards on the 8th."
He and Xu Xiao did have a disagreement before, but the other party has already backed down and promoted "Painting Heart". When Yang Du was besieged by the academic faction represented by Jiang Yinglan and Liang Bin, he still supported him on Weibo. Now that he has agreed, it can be regarded as a response to the other party.
This is similar to dating; you have to give the other person a progress bar and let them see some hope, otherwise things will be very difficult.
"Okay, I understand."
Seeing Yang Du hang up the phone, Weng Shuying asked, "What's wrong? You have a new job again?"
"Hmm." Yang Du took the peeled bamboo shoots to rinse them. "I'm collaborating on a single with pop star Xu Xiao."
"Xu Xiao, is she the one who sang 'The Last Person I Loved'?"
That's why they say the pop star is so famous; even someone like Weng Shuying, who doesn't follow entertainment news, knows Xu Xiao's name.
"right."
Weng Shuying, who was cutting salted meat, was a little surprised and said with emotion: "When you were a child, you would sing 'Little Lion' off-key at home. Your dad said you were tone-deaf. Who would have thought that you would grow up to be a music producer? And even collaborate with a diva."
Your father and I don't expect you to be rich and powerful in the future.
At this point, Weng Shuying suddenly felt something was wrong.
In the past, saying this would have been fine, but less than a year has passed, and Yang Du has achieved both fame and fortune at an astonishing speed. To say that he has become extremely wealthy and powerful would seem a bit like a self-promoting old woman.
Yang Du was also amused, laughing heartily.
"Hahaha." Weng Shuying couldn't help but laugh. "What are you laughing at? No matter how successful you are, you're still my son."
"Yes, yes, yes, my mom is right."
Weng Shuying plated the sliced salted meat and said, "Alright, we can't really help with anything about music anyway. Your dad and I just hope you'll be healthy and safe for the rest of your life."
Good health and safety are probably the most basic wishes of parents in the world.
Yang Du washed the bamboo shoots, wrung out the water, and placed them on the table.
Watching Weng Shuying deftly slice the bamboo shoots into thick pieces, Yang Du suddenly felt a strange sense of peace.
No matter what honors or trophies he receives outside, or how much he's lauded online, when he returns home, his life is no different from before, returning to the ordinary, mundane routine.
The brilliance and excitement outside are real, and so is the ordinariness and simplicity of home.
It is dazzling to the extreme, and then returns to the ordinary, much like a person's life.
Yang Du suddenly recalled two songs performed by the same singer in his previous life, which perfectly reflected these two stages: one of blossoming flowers and the other of returning to ordinariness.
Life is like a summer flower
The Ordinary Road
Yang Du had originally planned to start the year by producing his own album.
It's New Year's Day now, the calendar is already showing the new year, and inspiration has struck.
"Great, it's decided then. We'll include these two songs." Yang Du thought, "As for the album concept—"
He couldn't think of a suitable one for the time being, and planned to think about it carefully after dinner.
With the masterpiece "Swallowtail Butterfly" preceding it, I can't be careless with my own album.
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