Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Fang Ruoxi took a few steps, but no one followed.

She turned around and saw Wang Liping standing there dumbfounded.

"Brother Wang, come here."

Zhang Xiaomeng and Li Ming both looked at him, wondering why Fang Ruoxi was calling him.

Wang Liping coughed lightly, straightened his suit jacket, strode over, and patted his chest, saying, "Hey, little sister, just tell me what you want me to do."

Fang Ruoxi pointed at the DJ and said, "Let's go, Brother Wang."

The DJ wore sunglasses, a loose basketball jersey, and his exposed arms were covered in tattoos. He also had a large beard.

Wang Liping, strutting confidently, hadn't taken two steps when he turned slenderly, making a smooth 180° turn, and darted behind Fang Ruoxi, saying humbly:

"This is something we really can't beat."

Fang Ruoxi chuckled, "Brother Wang, I'm asking you to use your 'money power,' what are you thinking?"

Wang Liping awkwardly smoothed his short hair. "Oh, that's what I mean."

"Don't worry, it's on Brother Bao."

Wang Liping hunched over and sneaked up to the DJ like a thief.

Suddenly, a large, living person appeared beside him, startling the DJ so much that he blurted out in a genuine A-country national treasure, "WTF???"

Knowing his own language skills were lacking, Wang Liping pulled out a wad of cash and said in his fluent Mandarin, "Money, you, get out."

He pointed to Fang Ruoxi below, "She, come up here!"

The DJ looked at the stack of hundred-dollar bills, thought for a moment, and smiled. "Okay, Bro~ Come on, where is your phone?"

At this time, Wang Liping was unaware of the wonderful misunderstanding his self-created 'Wang-style English' had caused.

When he saw that the foreigner had agreed, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately settled down.

Brother Wang has perked up again.

He straightened up, slightly raised his chin towards Fang Ruoxi below, and waved his hand stylishly, "All done, come on."

Fang Ruoxi walked over and heard the DJ repeatedly asking Wang Liping, "Where is your phone?"

Wang Liping replied to him, "OK, OK, you can go now!"

Fang Ruoxi: "..." Something seems off.

Wang Liping took out his phone, wanting to show off to Li Ming, who was watching from a distance.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as he took out his phone, the DJ snatched it away in a flash, then casually put his arm around Wang Liping's neck, turned on the camera, and snapped a selfie.

Wang Liping: "?" He was dumbfounded.

Fang Ruoxi understood, but she reacted quickly and had already taken out the USB drive to attack the DJ's turntable.

It's probably because Wang Liping gave too much.

The DJ felt really bad, but still managed to take several photos of Wang Liping, who was struggling.

All-around, in all positions...

Wang Liping was terrified, thinking that the foreigner had ulterior motives towards him.

Until the lively DJ music in the bar suddenly changed.

The DJ was horrified. He turned around and saw a beautiful Asian woman standing in his spot, seemingly intent on harassing his turntable.

"Hey!!" DJ rolled up his sleeves and was about to go and chase people away.

At this moment, Wang Liping also realized what was happening!

He hooked his arm around the DJ's neck and forcefully held him back, saying, "You took the money, so don't go. You like taking pictures, right? Don't leave until you've taken a hundred. Whoever leaves is a coward."

This string of "Wang-style English" completely baffled the foreigner, but work was the priority.

He dragged the 'weak and helpless' Wang Liping and struggled to climb up the platform.

Seeing that Wang Liping was about to lose control of the situation, Zhang Xiaomeng rolled up her sleeves and joined in.

The DJ was thus kept offstage by two 'heartless' Asian tourists.

By this time, Fang Ruoxi had already mastered operating the turntable.

The previously noisy DJ music suddenly stopped, and the men and women swaying in the dance floor, who were in high spirits, all looked over with displeasure.

Looking at the gazes directed at him.

There are minor celebrities here to support Dr. B, as well as behind-the-scenes bigwigs in the music industry looking for some fun, but most of them are ordinary people who love and enjoy music.

Meeting the gazes of these people, Fang Ruoxi pressed the play button.

The intro to the English version of "The Lone Warrior" begins.

There was already a disturbance in the VIP room on the second floor.

Many people came out of the private room and stood behind the railing on the second floor, looking down curiously.

Among these people was a bald African American.

He wore champagne-colored sunglasses, fifteen rings on his ten fingers, and a gold chain around his neck that weighed at least 10 pounds.

He was followed by two bodyguards, one on his left and one on his right, both tall and strong.

He is Dr. B.

Fang Ruoxi didn't intend to use a turntable to rearrange the song; instead, she wanted to present it to everyone in its original form.

The club's most advanced and expensive sound system played the smooth intro to "The Lone Warrior".

Although many people were confused about what was happening, they chose to stay and observe.

But some people in the Western music scene immediately guessed what was going on. These people were just there to relax.

Seeing this, I felt disappointed and prepared to leave.

Dr. B, standing on high ground, took in all of this. He snapped his fingers, signaling his two bodyguards to go down and throw the troublemakers out.

Literal meaning.

And that DJ, he needs to be fired too.

However, at that moment, an ethereal female voice sang a heavenly melody, and the beautiful voice sang the first line of lyrics, stunning everyone.

Those who had picked up their coats and were about to leave stopped abruptly.

No professional musician can resist a great piece of music.

You know, the bravest souls.

Are wearing all their bruises, scars and wounds, they're all on show

(Showing your bruises, scars, and wounds)

Dr. B, who had already ordered two bodyguards to come down and get rid of the person, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and called the two tall bodyguards back.

Everyone was listening.

The rhyming lyrics depict a brave warrior at the end of his rope, but even so, do you still want to fight?

Even so, do you still want to continue?

Do you still want to sing?

Fang Ruoxi raised her voice at the climax, just like her determination at that moment!

【Go now? Should I? Wearing these ragged clothes

(Does he deserve this tattered cloak?)

I'll fight, survive, to keep my dream alive

(I will fight to the end and let my dreams shine brightly)

For the meekest and the valiant beat my foes

(To the courage and humility that defeated the enemy)

In the club, whether on the dance floor or in their seats, they all stood up at the same time, raised their glasses, and cheered for the song!

Dr. B nodded along with the music, then tilted his head and whispered something to the bodyguard behind him.

The song finished playing.

Wang Liping immediately let loose as a DJ.

The DJ has finally regained his job.

Fang Ruoxi unplugged the USB drive and sincerely apologized to him in English before leaving, "I'm sorry."

The DJ shrugged. "May I ask the name of that song? The melody is great."

“You can find ‘Lonely Warrior’ on the hot songs chart,” Fang Ruoxi said.

As she stepped off the stage, a man in a black suit stopped her and said, "Come up with me, Dr. B wants to see you."

Wang Liping couldn't understand English, but he reacted quickly and rushed forward to protect Fang Ruoxi, firmly shielding her behind him.

The bodyguard stood facing him expressionlessly.

Finally, he led the four people up to the second floor.

Dr.B is a big shot in the rap scene, and he brings that aura to his everyday life.

Upon seeing several unfamiliar Asian faces, he took out three more glasses, added ice, and opened a bottle of whiskey.

Fang Ruoxi and Li Ming calmly walked over and sat down.

After pouring the drinks, Dr. B gestured for them to make themselves at home, then took a cigar, cut it, lit it, and asked, "The song was good, yours?"

Fang Ruoxi nodded.

Li Ming said in fluent English, "Actually, we have come here today to ask you to help promote our new song."

"Just use your Bluebird account."

Dr. B scrutinized them through his champagne-tinted glasses. “This is a great song. My professional intuition tells me that your song will be a huge hit.”

"Take this song to those big record companies, and no one will turn you away. There are plenty of good singers, but good songs are rare. So, what makes you come to me?"

The sudden appearance of over 100 photos of himself with the tattooed man prompted Wang Liping to download translation software after much agonizing thought.

At this moment, he silently opened the translation software, recorded the audio, and after converting it into Chinese, he felt a headache coming on.

Wow, this foreigner is tough to deal with!

Fang Ruoxi didn't hide it, because hiding it wouldn't have made a difference.

She recounted how Robin Harrison gave her a bad review.

Upon hearing Robin Harrison's name, Dr. B rolled his eyes dramatically.

Dr. B practically wore his disgust on his sleeve.

The four of them suddenly felt hopeful.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

“Oh, if you mean that greedy bastard, then I get it. Believe me, I can imagine what happened to you. After all, this isn't the first time that bastard has done this.”

"Okay, kids, my time is precious, so I'll just get straight to the point."

"Your song is good, but my answer is 'no'."