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

After lunch, Fu Qingyang took off his white suit and put it in the closet, changing into a casual hoodie and a pair of old jeans that he usually wore at home.

This outfit has been with him for at least ten years.

At the same time, he also shed his cold demeanor as a CEO.

He looks more like a quiet and reserved older brother next door, or a naive college student.

After receiving the order, Fifth Brother delivered the computer equipment into Fu Qingyang's bedroom.

Fu Qingyang turned on his computer and launched the Tiancheng Meeting software.

Dozens of high-definition videos lit up on the chat interface.

There are talented young people, middle-aged men, and steady elders.

They are all CEOs of different divisions of Tiancheng Group and managers of key project departments.

Arranged from highest to lowest according to their authority and function.

The system was in a black screen, which was Fu Qingyang's perspective.

Although it was an online meeting, the atmosphere was always oppressive wherever Fu Qingyang was.

Because at Tiancheng, no matter what your position is, whether you stay or leave, are promoted or demoted, it's all up to Fu Qingyang's word, although he's not that domineering.

Once all the avatars were fully activated, a gentle female voice rang out from position 2:

[The meeting is now beginning. All managers, please ensure your voice systems are working properly.]

For urgent business, please adjust your microphone order or message me privately.

During the meeting, except in special circumstances, no one is allowed to actively disrupt or terminate the meeting.

The speaker was a stunningly beautiful and aloof woman.

Guan Qiantong is Fu Qingyang's chief secretary.

She was one of the few people who had seen the president's true face, and she was also the spokesperson for the president's work.

After Guan Qiantong finished speaking, the microphones lit up one after another.

The managers at Tiancheng began to report on their recent work in an orderly manner.

After more than ten minutes of the meeting, Fu Qingyang suddenly spoke up:

"Could you please pause the progress for a moment?"

"I have a question now."

The online meeting suddenly fell silent.

Fu Qingyang's cold voice rang out again in the room.

“I recently received news that there have been cases of malicious land grabbing in the Kyoto real estate area, and an elderly person was so angered that he was hospitalized.”

"It's been almost a week, but the management still hasn't given a positive response."

"Why?"

Although the other party's tone was calm, everyone could clearly sense that the president was questioning them.

Everyone held their breath.

Guo Yan, the person in charge of Tiancheng Real Estate, was extremely worried.

...

The recording studio in the basement of Xiaolong Media.

"Brother Long, please stop reading."

"I promise you, okay? I'll try my best to get the project done for you by tomorrow afternoon."

Wearing a baseball cap and dressed fashionably, Gao Linlin responded irritably.

It took Jiang Xiaolong a full hour of persuasion before he finally convinced the strong-willed Gao Linlin.

This also indirectly confirms that no matter how strong the monkey is, it can't withstand its master's close-up beating.

Speaking of Gao Linlin, apart from Zhu Yan and Jiang Xiaolong, she doesn't have any other friends.

Because of her dark complexion and bad temper, she would start arguing at the slightest provocation, so no one wanted to get any closer to her.

Her daily routine unfolds alone in this dimly lit recording studio, without communicating with anyone.

After Jiang Xiaolong left, Gao Linlin picked up the USB drive without any interest and plugged it into the computer.

Under the dim, yellowish desk lamp was Gao Linlin's delicate, still somewhat childish, round face.

As she opened the file, she thought to herself:

"I'm afraid it'll just be some more idiotic love songs..."

"Hmph, she sings well, but she has a damn love-struck brain, how disgusting!"

However, when she clicked on the first song, "Happy Worship," she was stunned...

rap...

The other person was actually rapping...?

A moment later, Gao Linlin's head began to sway involuntarily to the rhythm of the simple music.

The white sneakers on their feet began to rhythmically beat out a drumbeat.

[Ding! Resonance target detected. 40 music points awarded.]

A cold, clear notification sound rang in Yang Xue's mind as she was working.

She looked up and was startled.

I haven't even sung a song yet, how did I suddenly get 40 extra points...?

...

Tiancheng Garden residential community, villas.

Mr. President, this is the plan we have developed for the future.

We will subsequently limit the quality of content on the platform and strengthen regulations on the behavior of online influencers!

This area is newly developed, and the system still needs further improvement. Our failure to address this issue promptly was a dereliction of duty.

Guo Yancheng's voice came from the laptop, filled with trepidation.

After a few seconds of pause, seeing that Fu Qingyang didn't interrupt, he quickly added:

Oh...and also, regarding that elderly man, the company has already sent someone to communicate with him immediately.

[These are just minor conflicts and frictions. We will definitely handle them properly, Mr. President!]

Fu Qingyang was barely satisfied with this answer.

He thought for a moment and replied calmly:

"It sounds alright."

"I don't want any more elderly people or residents to have any negative opinions about the company!"

Yes, it will definitely not happen again, I promise!

Guo Yan readily agreed, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

However, inwardly they misinterpreted the other person's meaning as:

I don't want any more elderly employees causing trouble for the company.

Because the other party had an important business negotiation, Fu Qingyang did not pursue further action regarding the square dancing incident.

But the words were full of warnings.

After the meeting ended, Fu Qingyang's bodyguard, Fifth Brother, walked in.

"President, Director Zhao from Kyoto has learned of your return and would like to invite you to a symposium to discuss daily stability maintenance work on the ground."

"Mayor Lin said there is a promising environmental protection project in Jingnan Town that is yet to be developed. He hopes you can visit it and give him some investment advice."

"besides..."

Fifth Brother was about to continue when Fu Qingyang impatiently waved his hand.

Please cancel them all for me.

"Just tell her I have some important matters to attend to these few days, and that I'll have her handle the coordination once Xitong finishes her work at head office."

"I finally get to stay home for two days, and all I want is some peace and quiet."

Fifth Brother smiled and nodded, then left the room.

Feeling somewhat tired, Fu Qingyang laid down on the soft bed.

Just as he was murmuring, there was another gentle knock on the door.

Fu Qingyang thought it was still Fifth Brother's work report and was just about to find an excuse to decline.

But then they heard the nanny, Sister Hua's voice coming from the door.

"Young master, the old lady is about to go to Times Square now."

"Look..."

Fu Qingyang immediately stood up and said:

"Please have Aunt Xu wait for me. I'll change my clothes and go with her."

The numerous meetings almost made Fu Qingyang forget the main purpose of his return.

The square dancing incident made him realize that there were serious problems with the management of the shopping mall there.

Although Guo Yan readily agreed, he was still somewhat uneasy.

...

In the basement

After listening to "Happy Worship" in its entirety, Gao Linlin's understanding was overturned.

Compared to the rap I've listened to before, this song has an extremely cheerful style and positive content.

She couldn't help but wonder, could this have been created by that depressing woman...?

This was the first time Gao Linlin had patiently listened to Yang Xue's song in its entirety.

In the chorus, Yang Xue had her daughter, Zhizhi, collaborate with her in her childlike voice.

The children's energy instantly made the song vibrant and energetic.

Because she was within 30 meters of Yang Xue, Yang Xue naturally received resonance feedback.

Gao Linlin's emotions were ignited by Yang Xue's song, and she clicked on the subsequent audio clips one after another.

Although the subsequent songs did not receive any system assistance, Yang Xue's singing skills remained excellent.

Even a cappella renditions of "Landscape Painting" still possess a majestic and imposing spirit.

As for "Huo Yuanjia", Gao Linlin didn't quite understand it at first because the recitation was too fast and the pronunciation was unclear.

But after listening to it again after considering the lyrics, she was deeply moved.

She was familiar with the story of Huo Yuanjia.

The speed of the Lost Track Fist is represented by several "Huo" and "Wo" sounds, which is a very detailed technique.

Gao Linlin could even feel the protagonist throwing a punch.

The transition to operatic vocals in the middle section is like a breath of fresh air, making the whole song sound powerful yet gentle.

Gao Linlin had never heard such profound, novel, and powerful Chinese-style hip-hop music before, and her heart couldn't help but flutter.

I turned on my computer and eagerly began making the music based on the sheet music provided by Yang Xue.

And just like that, three simple songs instantly ignited Gao Linlin's emotions...