Chapter 482 - Chapter 482: 190 Lian and Mu Family's true prodigy _1 suppress each other.

Chapter 482: 190 Lian and Mu Family’s true prodigy _1 suppress each other.

“Look,” Lou Yang’s agent shrugged nonchalantly, “netizens all say there’s nothing worth watching.”

Yes, netizens say there’s nothing to see.

But they didn’t say they wouldn’t watch.

Given Yan Lu’s and the show’s increasing popularity, as long as the two of them didn’t make any major mistakes, the program’s heat would still be very high.

Most importantly, Yan Lu’s arranger, Jian Zhongyou, was a true master of art, and the lyricist and composer who hadn’t appeared yet, although not yet seen, had a name that resonated through the music world.

Lou Yang looked down and slowly fastened his buttons, saying nothing.

He had debuted with the persona of a “noble son,” and at the time Yan Lu was being criticized all over the internet, the studio worried about affecting his image, and after weighing the options, they decided to give up on this opportunity.

“My fault,” the agent stared at the phone, sighed, “I shouldn’t have let them make that call.”

It’s too rare to receive charcoal in snowy weather, to form such a modest but precious friendship.

Now all they could hope for was that “Come Here Friend” would not become a huge hit, so that Lou Yang and his heart could feel a bit better.

**

As soon as “Come Here Friend” was officially announced, the buzz didn’t die down.

All the major video self-media were riding on this popularity, analyzing what the refined Mei Yi and the cold beauty Yan Lu could possibly do together.

Xiangcheng, electronics city.

Bai Lian took off her coat, wearing only a Chinese button-up shirt. After getting out of the car, she stretched languidly, casually looking for the elevator sign; on the other side, Jiang Fulai took the car keys.

“This way.” Bai Lian had already walked to the middle, she lifted her chin towards the left, her voice lazy, having seen the elevator around the corner.

The phone rang, still that call from Jiangjing.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the caller was from Jiangjing University and, in a way, belonged to the same lineage as her, Bai Lian was a little tempted to block the number.

“Classmate,” the man’s voice on the other end of the phone was already helpless, having tried to persuade her for so long to no avail; his eyes darted around, “We have a top ten app commemorative gift, can I have an address to send it to you?”

Bai Lian waited for Jiang Fulai to come over, smiled, “No need.”

“Ah,” the voice on the other end sounded disappointed, “It’s a unique cultural creation of our first president, a little copper figure…”

The first president…

Bai Lian’s hand tightened, unsure if it was the person she was thinking of, “Can I pick it up myself?”

“Ah?” The person was not accustomed to this request, paused, “Oh, that’s fine, I’ll give you the address…”

He quickly repeated the address, then added, “Is it too long or too complicated? Haha, I’ll add you on WeChat and directly send you the detailed address.”

“Thank you,” Bai Lian slowly said, “I’ll have my uncle come and pick it up.”

Clearly, she remembered it.

The other person: “…”

**

On Friday evening, there were more people in the electronics city than usual.

When Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai stepped out of the elevator, they attracted quite a few stares.

Both had straight backs and were exceptionally stunning to look at.

“You two…” The salesperson saw them coming in, and even though they were in a mall, it felt like she was suddenly dazzled by sunlight, and said with uncertainty, “Are you here to buy a TV?”

Bai Lian wore a Chinese button-up shirt with blue school uniform pants, a white earbud in her left ear, and loosely held a Huami phone in her hand.

Upon hearing the question, she smiled politely at the salesperson and nodded, “Yes.”

Jiang Fulai followed behind her without a word; his daily life was dull, accompanied most often by books and computers, spending much of his time in the laboratory.

He kept his brows restrained, his usual aloof demeanor.

The salesperson was captivated by Bai Lian and led her to the TVs, making introductions as they went. Because of their distinguished presence, she subconsciously directed them to the high-end area.

Bai Lian glanced at the prices, tilted her head slightly, “Are there any cheaper ones?”

The salesperson was momentarily stunned, then quickly guided them to another section, “These are considerably less expensive…”

Bai Lian nodded, looking at the TVs without showing much understanding.

Behind her, Jiang Fulai picked up a nearby brochure. His fingers were long and well-manicured, and after casually flipping through a few pages and examining the specifications, he put it down: “The resolution is too low, it won’t do.”

Next one.

“This one is too small, not suitable for your grandfather’s house.”

“Refresh rate is too low.”

“It doesn’t even support HDR, why buy it?”

“…”

At first, the salesperson was enthusiastically introducing TVs to Bai Lian, but eventually, she couldn’t get a word in edgewise. If it weren’t for Jiang Fulai’s intimidating presence, she might have cursed out loud.

“Enough with the chatter, Master Jiang.” Bai Lian glanced at him.

Then she pointed to a TV that Jiang Fulai hadn’t berated too harshly, “Thank you, this one will do.”

Jiang Fulai just followed behind her, his gaze shifting towards a nearby bestseller priced at 9999 that he thought was passable. After all that picking, he felt this one was acceptable.