Chapter 390 - New Song? Ill Write it For You! (1/2)

Home.

The three of them were eating breakfast together.

Breakfast wasn't particularly delicious. As it was Beijing, all the store owners who usually sold breakfast had gone back to their hometowns for the holidays. There was only a small store run by locals across the street that had still been open. There was really nothing much to compliment on the taste, but they would have to make do with it.

Mom grumbled, ”Too much, just too much!”

Dad also understood the situation. ”Every new chief brings in his aides. Now that the Spring Festival Gala has changed Executive Directors, the planning will definitely be different, nor would be it be the same, or else would it be able to highlight himself?”

Mom asked, ”Little Ye, Zhang Yuanqi's past songs aren't suitable for the Spring Festival Gala?”

Zhang Ye was eating fried dough sticks. ”She has song. She’s been on so many Spring Festival Gala over the years, so she must have sung  a suitable song before.”

Mom spoke like a layman, ”Then she should just sing that!”

Zhang Ye shook his head silently. Do you think ”Unforgettable Night” can be sung for her entire life? Typical songs cannot be repeated all the time!”

Dad sighed and said, ”Zhang Xia also only has oldies, nothing new, so there's nothing appropriate for her. If they really had any good, new songs that match the mood, the Spring Festival Gala's production team wouldn’t dare to remove their program slots. After all, their qualifications are known by everyone.”

Mom said, ”Don't they all have professional teams? Get those people to write a song! They should be able to come up with something nice.”

”What time is it already? It's almost time for the final rehearsal. It will be the official live broadcast tonight. How can a song be written in this short amount of time now? No matter how awesome a music composer is, he won't be able to write one so quick. Composing a song isn't as simple as going out on the street and buying cabbages like they are worth nothing.” Dad waved his chopsticks. ”Don't worry about it. Just eat. It was also fated that Little Ye's song can't be on the Spring Festival Gala. There will be other chances in the future.”

Mom continued grumbling about the bunch of directors. Zhang Ye's temper was probably inherited from his Mom, as they could not put up with anything.

They had finished eating breakfast.

Zhang Ye put his chopsticks down before straightening his clothes. ”Dad, Mom, I'll be out for a while.” Saying that, he went back to his room to grab his wallet and cellphone, before putting on a coat.

Dad frowned, ”What are you doing?”

”It's only 6.” Mom looked at her watch. ”We still need to go to your paternal grandma’s later.”

Zhang Ye said calmly, ”I have something to do. I'll try to rush back before noon.”

Mom's face scrunched up. ”No, nothing is more important than spending the new year together! Don't you go running anywhere!”

Zhang Ye said, ”Mom, I really need to go out for a little. If I'm not back by noon, don't wait for me. Eat your meals and help me apologize to my aunts.”

”You darn brat don’t listen to me...” Mom carried on.

Dad looked at his son's expression and held his wife back. ”...Let him go.”

Mom turned nasty. ”What's he going for? No matter what happens, he still needs to pa.s.s the new year!”

Dad said calmly, ”Our son is all grown up. He knows how to handle things.” After saying that, he said to his son, ”Go on. Don't worry about family matters. Your mother and I will help you make things better.”

”Thanks Dad.” Zhang Ye nodded and left.

Downstairs.

He drove his BMW and left the district.

On the way, Zhang Ye gave Zhang Yuanqi a call. ”We're sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.” Despite making a few calls, it did not connect.

Out of options, Zhang Ye gave Zhang Yuanqi's manager, Fang Weihong, a ring.

Du Du.

It was connected after two rings.

”Sister Fang, it's me.” Zhang Ye said.

”Little Zhang, is there something you need me for?” Fang Weihong's side sounded chaotic. There was a lot of noise, so she was definitely outside.

Zhang Ye slowed his car and stopped by the roadside. ”I just called Sister Zhang, but could not get through. Are you able to contact her? I'm looking for her.”

Fang Weihong said, ”Sister Zhang is at CCTV Broadcasting Studio 1. She went over this morning. The reception there might not be good, so you can't connect. I haven't called her. If you can't get to her on the phone, I probably won't be able to reach her either. Why? Is something wrong?”

Zhang Ye was stunned, ”At the broadcasting studio? Wasn't she removed from the show?”

Fang Weihong said, ”She's been removed, but still she must still put up a fight. This is the Spring Festival Gala, the biggest stage in the entire country. This gala is very important for Sister Zhang's music career. We can't just let it go. Little Zhang, I'm busy over here and it's quite chaotic. Let's talk again tomorrow, alright?”

”Alright, go mind your matters.” Zhang Ye hung up.

Broadcasting Studio 1? This wasn't good. He could contact her!

Zhang Ye drove his car towards CCTV and carried on calling Zhang Yuanqi on the phone to no avail.

Around 7 in the morning.

The sky was still dark, but it was nearly dawn.

Zhang Ye reached CCTV and saw people coming in and out of the entrance. It was quite lively, with some people carrying hula hoops, while others were disembarking from cars, wearing all sorts of colorful outfits. They produced their work pa.s.ses, or event pa.s.ses and entered. There were many fans outside watching, screaming constantly.

”Chen Yi! Chen Yi!”