I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Zhu Yan looked up at Yang Xue, who understood immediately.

"You're not thinking of activating that abandoned account, are you?"

Yang Xue nodded seriously.

"If possible, we can restart its operation."

"Given my music creation abilities and the existing audience of my account, I think this is a good entry point."

"Whether it succeeds or fails, it won't be a huge loss."

"this..."

Bringing up the old story again, Zhu Yan's expression became somewhat complicated.

Yang Xue said seriously:

"Yan Yan, don't worry about that. Even though we're friends, we still need to keep clear accounts."

“I’m not that damned Lin Fan. I have my own principles. I only take what I’m entitled to.”

"If you think this method is feasible, let's go to your boss, clarify the profit distribution, and then delve into the implementation plan."

Even if we don't make a deal, our friendship will remain, right?

Yang Xue spoke frankly and openly.

And that was the entry point she had planned.

If this project proves feasible, she will cleverly transform from a job seeker into a collaborator.

Zhu Yan looked at her with admiration, but then her gaze turned to suspicion.

"Hey, Xuexue... I've only just realized how different you are now."

"Huh? What's changed? I'm still me..."

Yang Xue noticed the other person's strange look and responded seemingly unintentionally.

But Zhu Yan had no intention of ending the conversation.

"No... I have a feeling you've been through something..."

Seeing that the other party kept pressing her for answers, Yang Xue's expression suddenly turned serious, and she said with a dim look in her eyes:

"Yan Yan, don't ask anymore. Some abilities are forced out of us by life."

"Sigh... I've been through a lot these past two years, isn't it normal to change..."

Yang Xue deliberately changed the subject, responding to the other party with a more reasonable excuse.

As a time traveler, revealing one's identity will only bring more suspicion and inconvenience.

Yang Xue didn't want to add any more trouble to an already troublesome situation.

Seeing Yang Xue's dejected mood, Zhu Yan could understand her helplessness and powerlessness.

She sighed softly and held her sister's hand in a comforting gesture.

"Hey Xuexue, did you really write this song?"

Zhu Yan suddenly remembered the song that had captivated her and made her fall into a state of deep reverie; the first few verses still resonated vividly in her mind.

Faced with Zhu Yan's expectant gaze, Yang Xue paused for a moment.

She doesn't like the title "plagiarist," but she needs to gain the other party's approval in order to find a job as soon as possible.

However, she was quick-witted and, following her downcast mood, responded helplessly:

"Sigh... This song was created under certain circumstances, a song that came from my heart. It's called 'He Doesn't Understand'..."

Yang Xue did not give a direct answer, but only gave a vague reply.

Zhu Yan nodded with pity.

With the previous groundwork laid, she naturally assumed that it was her creation.

The man described in the song is a complete microcosm of Qian Lang.

This song also allows you to embody the scumbag Lin Fan.

Zhu Yan deeply shared the same sentiment.

"Sister, could you... sing it for me again?"

Thinking of Yang Xue's previous suggestion, Zhu Yan, with her active mind, wanted to further confirm the other party's strength.

Seeing the expectant look in the other person's eyes, Yang Xue gathered her emotions and sang the song in its entirety once more.

Although Zhu Yan's eyes reddened this time, she remained focused and listened intently.

The melody of this song is gentle and melancholic, and although the lyrics are simple and easy to understand, they easily touch people's hearts.

Compared to those hysterical love songs that are currently popular on the streets, or those rambling pop songs.

Yang Xue's songs give people a sense of greater emotional stability, but also a greater sense of powerlessness, helplessness, and despair.

In the song, Yang Xue vividly portrays a man's perfunctory attitude and indifference through descriptive language.

Everyone who has been emotionally hurt will resonate with this to some extent.

But a problem arose: although the song was good, it wasn't a finished product.

Zhu Yan, realizing that Yang Xue wasn't a professional in this field, sighed helplessly and said:

"Xuexue, you really have a talent for songwriting, and your singing is superb, definitely at the professional level!"

"But if we want to revive the 'wandering' singer IP, a half-finished product is not enough."

"This song needs a more professional composer, and you also need to learn some instruments that can be played live, such as the guitar..."

"Please, there are no suitable musical instruments here, so of course I can only sing a cappella..."

Yang Xue inwardly complained helplessly, but outwardly she listened quietly like a primary school student.

This is also a way of showing respect to the other party.

Zhu Yan added:

I'm not saying this to dampen your enthusiasm.

"Your song is great, and your singing is excellent. After listening to your song, I feel that my previous idea of ​​restarting might actually have a chance, but it needs to be considered in the long run."

"Let's record the song in its entirety in a bit, and then hand it over to our more professional composer, Ms. Linlin."

"We can start with the simplest thing: live streaming..."

"Hmm, I also know a little about playing the guitar. Since you want to be a pure music broadcaster, you can learn to play with me when you first start working."

Lin Fan had sufficient musical experience and performance skills at the time.

Therefore, the "Wandering Singer" account was operated very smoothly.

Zhu Yan tried to take over, but her singing skills and techniques were clearly not up to par for the account.

Over time, it was eventually abandoned.

Zhu Yan is a straightforward person, and in her view, Yang Xue clearly lacks these advantages.

Therefore, Zhu Yan spoke very frankly, and was truly planning ahead for her sisters to become live streamers.

Her understanding of Yang Xue was limited, and objectively she underestimated the other party's abilities.

Yang Xue listened attentively to the other person's line of thought, then smiled and said:

"Sister, what I really wanted to say is that I'm probably a tiny bit stronger than you think..."

So don't underestimate me!

As she spoke, Yang Xue got up and picked up the dusty guitar that Zhu Yan had placed in the corner.

After careful cleaning and adjustments, Yang Xue played a pure version of "Hotel California" for him...

As the melodious tune began, Zhu Yan suddenly paused, startled.

As the rhythm gradually intensified, Zhu Yan was overwhelmed by Yang Xue's powerful aura.

The experience of listening to this piano music up close is excellent.

The profound atmosphere... the smooth, melodious tune...

Zhu Yan seemed afraid of missing the beautiful music, so she couldn't wait to turn on her phone's video recording function and start recording.

As the sound waves intensified, Zhu Yan's emotions became complicated.

Looking back on what I said before, it was utterly presumptuous and presumptuous, and it was incredibly embarrassing.

And the same question kept echoing in her mind.

"Is this person really Yang Xue...?!"