HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

October 21st, 10 PM.

Inside the enormous offices at Sony's Tokyo headquarters.

About twenty people sat in a row, and on the wall near the door was a large screen that was currently showing Fuji TV's "GG".

The people in this room included Chen Yaocuan's team and some senior executives from Sony headquarters.

Just last month, Cui Zhendong called and said he had seen a promising talent with a fantastic Japanese song. He hoped we could keep an eye on him, and it would be even better if we could get Xiang Nan to change his mind about signing him.

That's how we ended up in the current situation.

Among this group, most were scrutinizing, and some were hostile. Fortunately, the variety show "HEY!HEY!HEY! MUSIC CHAMP" will start in ten minutes. We'll see how the viewership and subsequent reactions go.

"Xiang Nanjun, I heard you signed a record deal?"

In the middle of the second row, Xiang Nan frowned. This was the third Sony executive to come and ask questions.

"Yes, Mr. Watanabe."

"I hope you can change your mind."

"Haven't we even started yet? Mr. Watanabe, what if my debut fails..."

Seeing Watanabe's expression, Chen Yaochuan quickly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Watanabe, Xiang Nan belongs to Sony China. I hope you can understand this matter."

Watanabe glanced at Xiang Nan, then turned and left with a gloomy face.

"Xiang Nan." Chen Yaochuan turned to look at him again.

"I hope you don't take it to heart. It's unavoidable. After all, a record contract means being an artist without control."

Xiang Nan nodded, indicating his understanding.

Even Jay Chou, after achieving great success, couldn't have 100% freedom, and Xiang Nan naturally understood this.

But bowing your head now doesn't mean you'll bow your head forever.

Once my album becomes a huge hit, these people will change their tune completely.

On the other side, in Peach Blossom Island, Zhoushan, Zhejiang, lies the City of the Eagle Shooting Heroes.

In the hotel where the film crew was staying, Liu's mother picked up Xixi's phone and glanced at the bathroom. Seeing that Xixi hadn't come out yet, she entered the password to check.

Well, there's been no news from that person, and we haven't talked to each other alone these past few days. It seems that Sisi has finally listened to me.

Xiang Nan, that kid, he's got some nerve. He's already so young and already going astray, what will he be like when he grows up?

Besides... Sisi is too young; it's not the time for her to be thinking about these things.

"Click—"

The bathroom door opened, and Sisi walked out wrapped in a bath towel and drying her hair.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Is nothing wrong? Why do you ask?"

"Hmm~~" Sisi shook her head, "Mom, go take a shower, the water in the tank is still hot."

"Hmm..." Liu's mother responded, picked up her clothes and walked towards the bathroom, but suddenly turned back before entering: "Remember to blow-dry your hair, it's easy to get a headache if you wash your hair at night."

"Okay—"

"Click—"

The bathroom door closed, and Sisi tilted her head and listened for a while until she heard the sound of water inside. Then she tiptoed to the living room and quietly turned on the TV.

She turned the volume down yesterday, so not a single sound is leaked.

Fuji Television...

It took me quite a while to find this channel.

Mainland China cannot receive Japanese television channels, but some coastal areas can find them through unofficial satellite equipment or by signal overflow from overseas.

Unfortunately, Zhoushan is a coastal city!

The TV switched to Fuji TV, but the picture was slightly choppy, and Xiang Nan was not on screen.

Strange, where's Big Wood? Did I search for the wrong channel?

Actually, we didn't search for the wrong channel. In Japan, where the rules for entertainers are extremely strict, someone of Xiang Nan's caliber would only get a maximum of eight minutes of screen time. Xiang Nan's appearance tonight was twelve minutes, which is already the result of Sony's efforts.

"Minna-san, how are you all doing? Did you miss me?"

"Matsumoto-kun, aren't you being way too narcissistic?"

There was no sign of Xiang Nan on the TV; only two old-timers, Matsumoto Hitoshi and Hamada Masatoshi, were doing a stand-up comedy routine.

Because she was worried about being discovered, Sisi didn't dare to turn the volume up too high. She could only squat in front of the TV to watch it. She only had half an hour. Half an hour later, Liu's mother finished taking a shower.

"Why aren't they here yet! What are they chattering about?"

Just as she was getting impatient, the two people on TV finally finished their conversation and began announcing the program.

"Next up is Xiang Nan, a 17-year-old rising star from China!"

As the host finished speaking, the entire stage suddenly went dark.

Sisi couldn't understand the words, but she could understand the words.

On the television, after the stage went dark, a song suddenly started playing, and an animated clip of Sakuragi Hanamichi appeared on the big screen.

[Wash the rag, wash it black, I'll dry it in the sun, hashili, uncle, mom's angry, no that ga]

[He's beating around, it's got you in it, beating around.]

As the song played, Xiang Nan appeared on the stage. He had short, red hair, held a basketball in one hand and a microphone in the other, with two basketball hoops on either side of the stage.

【KME, four pounds of soybeans, three leather belts…】

"Pfft—Ahahaha!"

Sisi laughed so hard she sat down on the ground, clutching her stomach.

"Giggle... No, I can't take it anymore... My stomach hurts from laughing!"

This is hilarious! Is this the debut that Big Wooden Head has been dreaming of all along?

Doesn't he feel embarrassed at all?

Awkward, so awkwardly picking my toes.

In the office, Xiang Nan looked around. Compared to his toes-picking, the people around him were nodding and humming in agreement.

"Xiang Nansang has excellent stage presence; he was born for this, and he's not shy at all!"

Xiang Nan's lips twitched. This is supposed to be a compliment? I should thank you!

"What are you standing there for, Xiao Xiang? Thank you!"

"Arigato".

The variety show on the big screen was still going on, and Matsumoto Hitoshi and Hamada Masatoshi, two old hands, took to the stage again.

"What a wonderful voice, it takes us back to that era of carefree youth."

"Oh—Siguo, Xiang Nansang, are you this tall?"

Xiang Nan nodded to Matsumoto Hitoshi and said in fluent Japanese, "My father was tall, and I inherited his good genes."

"Sigh—Xiang Nansang's voice is also quite good, and he wrote his own songs at such a young age. Is that something he inherited from his father?"

Xiang Nan picked up the microphone: "Yes."

Hamada Masatoshi looked towards the audience and led the applause: "Minna-san, let's applaud this seventeen-year-old singer who came all the way to Japan again, welcome—"

Another round of applause followed.

Next, we will introduce Xiang Nan's basic information.

"Xiang Nan-san speaks Japanese quite well?"

"Yes, I practiced for a month. Because I was going to sing a Japanese song, I put in a lot of hard work."

"Sigh~~~"

"What is the purpose of your visit to our program today?"

"I want to promote my new album, since it has two Japanese songs, and I'm signed with Sony."

"Huh? Only two Japanese songs?"

"Yes, because I want to earn more money in Japan!"

"Eh————" The two old guys opened their mouths wide in surprise.

"Is Xiang Nansang really that straightforward?"

"Because I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to lie."

Hamada Masatoshi nodded. "Speaking of which, we haven't really looked into Xiang Nansang's life in detail yet. Why don't we follow the camera's perspective and take a look at his daily life?"

The two hosts simultaneously raised their hands: "Please watch the video!"

"Wow, it's so long!"

In the hotel where the film crew was staying, Sisi glanced at the time. Her mother had been inside for over ten minutes, but the TV was still blaring gibberish that she couldn't understand at all...

Suddenly, the TV froze for a full two minutes. Only after Sisi patted the TV's head did it start playing the program again.

"Huh? Is this a typical day for Big Wood?"