Non-human Gene Complex

Lan Mu looked at that flamboyant guy in Luo Yi, he just looked like he was watching a good show, no one would have thought that he was the 'director'.

"Why did you send an idiot to provoke Zhang Yang? Have you seen his plan?"

"should be……"

After hearing Bai Ze's guess, Lan Mu felt a little funny, but Luo Yi had grasped Zhang Yang's thoughts very accurately.

At the same time, Zhang Yang spoke again.

"How do you know that I didn't bring a gift? It's up to you whether Tang Wei is qualified to stand here." Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows with disdain for Wu Nuofeng.

Wu Nuofeng persisted and said: "Hmph! There are no rules. All the friends in the entertainment industry here debuted earlier than you, and there are a few even my seniors. I haven't seen anyone bring a manager. Don't you think you are better than me?" Are you all big names?"

This is a heartbreaking statement, and Tang Wei is just a manager who catches Tang Wei.

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, "Of course I don't think I'm a big name, but my gift is very special. Tang Wei must be present, otherwise I won't be able to give this gift!"

Wu Nuofeng sneered, "Is this woman your gift? What a joke!"

The conflict between Wu Nuofeng and Zhang Yang was still going on, and the Du family's security guards turned a blind eye, causing the surrounding dignitaries to talk about it.

Seeing that the movement was getting louder, a capable and loud voice suddenly scolded.

"Today is my birthday, why are you still arguing?"

Although the voice was female, it was full of momentum and instantly quieted the scene.

A graceful figure stepped out, dressed in shiny clothes, with luxurious ornaments on his chest, fingers, and ears, and walking slowly in a long skirt, Bao Guangyi instantly caught everyone's eyes.

It's a pity that he is not young anymore, even with superb beauty and make-up methods, it is hard to hide his old-fashioned, he looks at least forty years old.

Du Yu bid farewell to Lan Mu, and hurriedly greeted him and said, "Auntie, happy birthday."

After speaking, Du Yu took out a jewelry box, and it was empty.

"Auntie, you have so many jewels, so I won't be ashamed. This jewel box is a gift from me. You will definitely have a lot of jewels today, and this jewel box will come in handy!"

Du Rushuang took the jewelry box with her own hands, put it in the hands of a handsome man behind her, and then smiled at Du Yu: "Xiaoyu, are you joking aunt?"

"Okay, don't play around all day long, it's time to fall in love. There are so many beauties here today, which one do you like? Tell your aunt!"

Just as Du Rushuang finished speaking, Du Yu hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, I'm going to find my sister!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to sneak into the mansion to run away, as if he was afraid that Du Rushuang would turn his birthday party into a blind date meeting.

With the beginning of Du Yu, a junior, all the executives and wealthy people from all walks of life took out gifts carefully prepared by themselves.

As for their gifts, except for the occasional few who received them personally, the others were accepted by the attendants beside them.

Du Rushuang and the gift-giving guests were courteous, and the previous chaotic atmosphere gradually returned.

The gift Wu Nuofeng sent was an antique blue and white from Yuan Dynasty. After the attendant accepted it, he smiled.

"Sister Shuang, thank you for taking care of me all these years. Without you, Sister Shuang, Wu Nuofeng would not be where I am today."

"I wish you all the best and always young."

"I wrote a song specially for Sister Shuang's birthday, and I gave it to Sister Shuang and everyone here. I hope Sister Shuang will like it."

Du Rushuang was very happy and didn't seem to care about Wu Nuofeng's previous dispute with Zhang Yang.

"Xiao Wu still has the heart, sing and listen."

I saw Wu Nuofeng walking to the side of the stage where the music was being played, holding the microphone, and the sound of the orchestra's accompaniment changed into a melodious melody.

"The day of birth is eternal... Who lit up the distant starry sky...Only you...Only you guide me forward..." Wu Nuofeng sang an original song with the accompaniment song.

Lan Mu was listening to Wu Nuofeng's singing, and he had to say that he had excellent singing skills and composed the tunes well, which sounded very beautiful.

However, the lyrics are too explicit, at first it doesn't look like a birthday song, but when you listen carefully, it's full of praise for Du Rushuang, and the lyrics are all flattery.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause. Everyone could tell that the song was purely to please Du Rushuang, but everyone still applauded loudly.

"Good song! The melody touches people's hearts, the lyrics are sincere, and the singing is good!"

"Yes! Very emotional!"

The guests joined in, and Du Rushuang was also very happy, as if it was extremely beneficial.

"Xiao Wu's song is good, thank you, I like it very much."

At this time, he should have come down, but Wu Nuofeng said suddenly while holding the microphone.

"Sister Shuang, as long as you are happy, you are the one who praises me."

"But how can my song compare to Zhang Yang? He is a genius, and he must have prepared a better birthday song..."

As soon as this remark comes out, the picture will be seen poorly.

The guests looked at Zhang Yang for a while, and Wu Nuofeng for a while.

"I said Wu Nuofeng didn't care whether people gave gifts or not, so he was waiting here!"

"Why does Wu Nuofeng look like he has taken gunpowder today? He wasn't like this before!"

"Is there any feud between him and Zhang Yang?"

"There was a festival. The two started fighting a few months ago. The songs of the two competed on the charts, but it was always Zhang Yang who suppressed Wu Nuofeng."

"Just because of this? Wu Nuofeng dared to use the Du family's hand to suppress Zhang Yang?"

"Can this Yang do it? Don't be cowardly for a while."

Standing on the stage, Wu Nuofeng pointed his tongue at Zhang Yang: "Great talent Zhang, didn't you say that your gift is very special? It's time to show it to open everyone's eyes."

Du Rushuang still had a smile on her face, and said softly, "Oh? Xiao Zhang came to celebrate my birthday. I'm very happy without presents."

Zhang Yang was on the cusp of the storm, first glanced at Tang Wei, only to see Tang Wei nodded to him, and then he smiled.

"Sister Shuang, I am a junior, so I must prepare a gift to celebrate your birthday."

"You also know that my company has just started, and I gave away so many works not long ago. I really can't afford antiques like Yuan blue and white with tens of millions as birthday presents."

Zhang Yang's words were undoubtedly counterattacking Wu Nuofeng. Wu Nuofeng gave Yuan Qinghua just now.

"I don't have anything, I just have some talent... I can only compose a song just for you. I hope Sister Shuang will like it."

After speaking, he gave Tang Wei a wink, and Tang Wei stepped onto the stage in high heels.

Wu Nuofeng moved away from the stage and retreated to the stage. Tang Wei held the microphone and said.

"My name is Tang Wei, and I'm Mr. Zhang's assistant... This "I'll Be a Woman in the Next Life" is dedicated to Sister Shuang."

On the other side, Zhang Yang handed over the score to the orchestra and asked them to score live.

Immediately afterwards, the melody of the violin drifted away, mixed with the gentle accompaniment of the piano.

Tang Wei closed her eyes and sang, "You are a cloud that is not in the sky."

"You are a star that cannot shine."

"You are mud born in the rainy season."

"You are the morning left behind by the night..."

The singing voice is deep and soothing, especially when paired with Tang Wei's voice.

However, the guests were taken aback when they heard the lyrics, what the hell? Do you still want to be a woman in the next life? Does this mean that sister Shuang is going to die?

What is a cloud that is not in the sky? What is a star that cannot shine?

The muddy sound in the rainy season, the morning left behind by the night. Is this a description of Du Rushuang? This is killing me!

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang, thinking that this young man is a bull, dare to say that in front of Du Rushuang!

Regardless of Zhang Yang's prosperity in the past two years, his company is still too young for Du Rushuang, and China Entertainment Group can easily suppress him and go bankrupt.

Zhang Yang didn't care about everyone's eyes, and tapped the rhythm with his hands, as if he was immersed in the music.

Tang Wei was not affected and continued to sing.

"A woman as strong as a mountain...a woman as weak as water..."

"You are the tears that dare not shed, you are the heart that no longer expects, you are the rough road, you are the eyes that pass through the boundless..."

"Huh?" Lan Mu raised his eyebrows, and secretly said, "It turned out to be a turning point..."

The singing continued: "A woman is good and bad, a woman is hated and loves a woman, a woman who is as lofty as a mountain, and a woman as kind as water."

"If for the beauty of life..."

"I will be a woman in my next life..."

After the singing, there was no applause, and the guests were all looking at each other, and finally their eyes focused on Du Rushuang.

Everyone can hear the turning point in the later stage of the song. Not only is it not belittling, but it is praising the resilience and strength of women, as if telling a story of a soft and beautiful woman who walks firmly on a rugged path step by step. In the end, the most beautiful and moving part of a woman will be shown.

Especially the last sentence, if it is for the beauty of life, I will be a woman in the next life.

Putting it on a super strong woman like Du Rushuang, standing on the top of the entertainment industry, it is a unique kind of flattery.

At this moment, the melody is melodious, and it is sung by Tang Wei, which is moving.

It is also boasting of Du Rushuang, compared to Zhang Yang's songs which are euphemistic and subtle, Wu Nuofeng's songs are too straightforward, unabashedly flattering from beginning to end.

From the point of view of flattering, Zhang Yang is undoubtedly better, but everyone still dare not applaud, after all, it depends on whether Du Rushuang likes the song or not to decide whether the song is good or not!

"Papapa...a great song!" Du Rushuang was the first to applaud.

Her expression was complicated, and her eyes showed appreciative approval.

"Zhang Yang, this song is well written! Tang Wei, you sing well too."

"Thank you Sister Shuang, as long as you like it." The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth finally turned up, and he couldn't help looking at Wu Nuofeng.

Wu Nuofeng took a deep breath and looked at the crowd calmly.

Lan Mu was surprised, as a real outsider, he could see things that others couldn't.

Wu Nuofeng looked at Luo Yi secretly just now!

Luo Yi seemed to like the way the song looked, and started clapping frantically.

As soon as he took the lead, there was thunderous applause. After all, Du Rushuang recognized it, so everyone quickly followed suit!

Lan Mu giggled, lit a cigarette and watched the play on the edge of the crowd.

I saw him whispering into the headset: "Bai Ze, next, Wu Nuofeng should not be convinced, right?"

As soon as Lan Mu finished speaking, Wu Nuofeng spoke.

"Good song! Zhang Yang, well written!"

"But I think Tang Wei sings well, why don't you sing it yourself?"

How could Zhang Yang know how to sing? He knew what he was capable of, and immediately said, "Everyone knows that I can't sing. I'm a literati."

"Is this a gift from you and Tang Wei? Don't you think it's too perfunctory to just give Sister Shuang a song?"

Wu Nuofeng's reluctance surprised others.

"Why do I feel that Wu Nuofeng is trying to die?"

"Is this a blood feud? Has it passed?"

But all of a sudden, a few wealthy people in the crowd shouted loudly: "I heard that Zhang Yang has a great literary talent, why don't you compose a poem and give it to Sister Shuang?"

"Exactly! Aren't you a literati? Write a poem!"

When they coaxed together like this, Wu Nuofeng became even more aggressive.

Du Rushuang has been in the business world for many years, so he naturally saw something strange at this moment.

Du Rushuang narrowed her eyes and said, "I like Xiao Zhang's gift very much, let's forget about poetry..."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang took a step forward, and said with an expression of 'you forced me', "Sister Shuang, today is your birthday, the most important thing is to be happy!"

"Since everyone is so interested, I will write a poem for Sister Shuang on the spot!"

When he got excited, Zhang Yang fought back.

Zhang Yang didn't want Du Rushuang's steps, the crowd cheered together, and Zhang Yang decisively challenged.

He is very confident in his poetry, as if eager to have a chance to show it.

Lan Mu smiled while smoking a cigarette, and said softly: "Bai Ze, those who are booing are all from Luo Yi, right?"

"Yes, master, it should be all the ones who booed at the beginning."

"Ha ha……"

"Bai Ze, this guy likes to pretend so much, Luo Yi can't be used to it, right?"

"You're right. In fact, after people discovered that Zhang Yang's so-called talent was so strong, no one would put their face up for him to beat. Ninety percent of the people who stepped on him were arranged by Luo Yi. Send someone to slap him in the face. I think the purpose should be to force him to keep producing new works until he gets his hole card, which is the containment object.”

Lan Mu was eating dessert and drinking juice at the dining table, watching Zhang Yang reciting poems while eating.

These booers didn't really want to make public and embarrassing, most of them were deliberately done by Luo Yi.

He knows Zhang Yang too well. Zhang Yang looks humble and polite on the surface, but he is actually arrogant and complacent on the inside.

The practice is that people do not offend me, I will not offend others, and if people offend me, I will pay back a hundredfold.

Once he seduces the desire to express in his heart in the aspect he is good at, Zhang Yang will inevitably step into Luo Yi's trap step by step.

It's like an addiction-jun-zi, Zhang Yang is addicted to trampling people.

If someone dares to stick his face up, if he doesn't slap his face, he will feel uncomfortable all over!

Whoops, I could have written several chapters here if I wanted to.

But I suddenly felt that it was not good for the protagonist to stay out for too long, so I deleted the water injection in the hundred poems of Zhang Yang's fighting wine.

Get him in the next chapter. I don't want to waste seven or eight chapters.