1994: From a young man from a small town to a second-generation resident of Shanghai

Chen Fang's home.

"You should go back quickly, he'll be back soon. Don't let Chen Yong misunderstand our relationship."

"It wouldn't be good if your wife found out."

The man was quite handsome and looked a little older than Chen Fang. Urged on by Chen Fang, he reluctantly left.

"I was thinking of visiting him, but I'm relieved to hear that he's doing well at school."

Chen Yun turned around to leave.

"Brother, you should hurry up and leave, Chen Yong is really coming back."

Chen Yun left Chen Fang's house and went downstairs.

He arrived in a Rolls-Royce, a silver Rolls-Royce.

This car has a market price of 800 million, and the price of Rolls-Royce has remained basically unchanged for many years.

Just as Chen Yun got into the car, a Mercedes drove up from the opposite direction.

A young man was sitting in the car, and he honked the horn at him.

"Why is a Rolls-Royce parked here?" This parking space belongs to Chen Yong, so he honked his horn to ask the people in the car to move.

The Rolls-Royce drove towards Chen Yong at a very slow speed, as if it was reluctant to leave.

When passing Chen Yong, he even rolled down his window and said to him, "Sorry, I temporarily took your parking spot."

Seeing that the other party apologized and was a Rolls-Royce owner, Chen Yong forgave him, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, just let me have it."

These days, anyone who can afford a Rolls-Royce is an ultra-rich person, a prominent figure in society, or at least the owner of a well-known company with a very high social status. He's not someone I can challenge now.

"Driving a Mercedes at such a young age, that's impressive! Where do you study?"

Chen Yong was surprised that the other person would take the initiative to talk to him, and felt that the person looked somewhat familiar. He had to hurry home and didn't have time to chat, so he just gave a perfunctory reply and left.

When I got home, I told Chen Fang about it.

"Auntie, did you see a Rolls-Royce parked downstairs just now?"

"You know Rolls-Royce? There are plenty of people in our neighborhood, it's not surprising that someone has a Rolls-Royce."

Chen Fang washed a basin of large cherries for him, brought it over, and sat down with him on the sofa.

"How are your class's preparations for the National Day performance going? What kind of performance are you planning? Do you need any suggestions from your aunt?"

"We've already decided to put on a stage play. I'll be in charge of the script and will also sing an original song."

Chen Fang exclaimed in surprise, "You're preparing the original song? That's amazing!"

"Could you sing it a little beforehand? Let me check it out first?"

The lyrics aren't finished yet, but the melody is. Auntie has a guitar, right? I can play it for you.

Chen Yong is very confident in the music of "Misplaced Time and Space". The music of this song was even borrowed by CCTV. The adapted song is widely sung among students.

Although the guitar playing wasn't perfect, it definitely captured some of its charm.

Chen Yong learned to play the guitar in his previous life when he was in college. In the campus singing competition, he won the title of one of the top ten singers on campus with just a guitar and a microphone.

When Chen Fang saw that he was about to perform, she personally handed him a high stool and let Chen Yong sit on it, with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the stool frame.

With a flick of his finger onto the string, the first few notes drew Chen Fang into the musical world woven by Chen Yong.

As Chen Yong played, Chen Fang seemed to see an epic scene: revolutionary martyrs sacrificing their lives for the country and the people.

Chen Fang was captivated by the music. When the climax of the performance was played, it even sparked her inspiration, and she came up with lyrics that she felt were very suitable!

Chen Yong played for a minute, and then mostly played on repeat.

But Chen Fang wasn't satisfied and went to get a tape recorder. "I forgot to record it earlier, so all your playing was for nothing. Play it for me again, this time Auntie wants to record it."

She really liked the piece. Chen Yong was a genius; how could he compose music himself?

Chen Yong had to play it again, and he played it even better the second time.

After recording, Chen Fang held the cassette tape with satisfaction. "May I take this piece to my colleagues to listen to?"

"How can we do that now? It has to be after National Day. We haven't even thought of a word yet."

Chen Yong refused outright, which earned him a roll of his eyes from Chen Fang. "How about I participate in the composition too? Let's co-create it, and when it's released, add my name."

Alright, so that's what Chen Fang was after.

"I haven't thought about releasing it yet. By the way, how much money can a hit song make these days?"

"I'd say at least a few hundred thousand, definitely. Of course, my family wouldn't care about that kind of money, but it would bring us fame. Fame can't be measured by a string of cash."

"Why does your aunt care so much about fame? Do you want to be a celebrity?"

"Who says teachers can't be celebrities? I definitely need to fill my free time with cultural and recreational activities."

Our country is currently developing rapidly, but once it reaches a certain stage and most people no longer lack food and drink, they will want to enjoy life. Many people in Shanghai have become wealthy and are starting to pursue a high-quality lifestyle abroad.

Chen Yong agreed with Chen Fang's point of view. He also believed that one should not only focus on making money, so while making money, he would also fully experience university life.

He agreed to write the lyrics for this song with his aunt.

That evening, the two spent several hours writing out the rough words.

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This year's forum for university economists was held at Fudan University.

Professors from renowned universities across the country attended. Professor Zhang Jianqiang from Bashu University took this opportunity to meet his old friend, Xiong Shibao.

"Old Xiong, you're in Shanghai, have you heard of the 'China Center for Promoting the Development of Private Enterprises' in Pudong? There's a very capable young PhD who returned from overseas. He's developed a management system for some small and medium-sized enterprise owners, and it's already showing initial results."

"That amazing?"

Research in management is precisely the kind of problem that must be overcome in economic development.

In this regard, Japan and the United States are the most advanced.

Research in this area in China is just beginning. "I recently received a research project to help a medium-sized export company develop a management system. I didn't expect that someone had already done it." After hearing his old friend say this, he also became interested in the returnee.

"That man's name is Chen Yong. This is his address. I plan to visit him after the meeting."

"Then I'll come too. I have to meet someone you praise."

Chen Yong was giving a lesson to four business owners at that moment.

When Zhang Jianqiang and Xiong Shibao found Chen Yong's workplace, they ran into Xiao Hong at the door.

Xiong Shibao knew Xiao Hong and recognized her at a glance.

Xiao Hong also saw Xiong Shibao and felt intimidated. Coming out to do part-time work during class time was a testament to the free academic atmosphere at Fudan University, where students were not restricted. In other schools, repeated absences would result in failing grades, and too many failures would lead to delayed graduation.

Xiong Shibao pretended not to know the other person.

Zhang Jianqiang went up and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen Yong here? We are university professors who have come to pay him a visit."

"Mr. Chen is giving a lesson to his students inside. If you want to see him, you'll have to wait a bit. Let me make you both a cup of coffee."

Xiao Hong nervously went to make coffee, but to her surprise, Professor Xiong had already arrived.

Mr. Chen has too much influence.