Noble Lady's Ring

  Lin Dong's undisguised gaze of desire fell on Yuan Qing's eyes, and she was no longer as resentful as before. First, a smile floated out, this Lin Dong was much more difficult to deal with than she had imagined. She lacked money, but that didn't mean she had to give herself away, unless it was absolutely necessary. For a miss who relied on her body to make a living, she had no feelings of disgust or hatred, as long as there was no theft or robbery, that would be the best. The existence of the oldest profession until now can be seen as proof that demand is growing at the same rate.

  Yuan Qing said: "Interest can be cultivated but you've passed the time and it's no longer possible. Think about it carefully."

  Lin Dong thought she would slap him, but Yuan Qing was calm and composed, which made Lin Dong a little surprised. However, he quickly smiled and said: "I'll think about it carefully, I'm going on stage to sing soon, what song do you want to hear? Let me show off." This sentence has a pretentious tone.

  Yuan Qing thought for a moment and was somewhat curious about Lin Dong's proactive behavior. She wanted to see what kind of surprise this guy would bring to her, so she said, "Ambush from all sides."

  "Ten Faces Ambush? Eason Chan's? You're quite good at picking songs, this one is a bit challenging, but the key is to connect the breath in the middle." Lin Dong said lightly, he had heard "Ten Faces Ambush" before, it was a song that tested the singer.

  "Can it be done?" Yuan Qing asked Lin Dong. She had personally heard Eason Chan sing this song at a concert, and the difficulty index of this song was almost the same as "Fancy Free". However, in theory, "Ambush from Ten Sides" was even more difficult to sing, and mastering its techniques was something that newcomers usually didn't dare to try.

  "I'm just a nobody, what's there to be afraid of singing?" Lin left with a carefree shadow.

  When the accompaniment of "Ambush from Ten Sides" sounded, Lin Dong was already standing on the stage, with all the lights shining on his body, as if in a dream.

  I heard you often in the afternoon

  Come here to send mail

  Weekend Art Exhibition

  Still uninterrupted

  Why am I patrolling back and forth?

  Still brushing shoulders with you

  Still in their respective universes

  Missed Spring

  Just miss by a little bit and can meet again

  Unfortunately just wiped clean

  Ten faces buried in loneliness, even more bare and desolate

  Almost missed each other again

  It's as if we should have met long ago but just passed each other by...

  Yuan Qing listened very carefully, this song can be said to be endless.

  Five minutes later, the bar erupted in applause and ear-piercing whistles. Lin Dong didn't play another song before leaving the stage.

  "How?" Lin Dong walked in front of Yuan Qing and asked, without arrogance or complacency, but with a very simple inquiry.

  Yuan Qing evaluated Lin Dong, and it is undeniable that his tone was accurate, and he grasped the lyrical atmosphere of this song. Lin Xi once said that what's important about this song is not technique, but rather pouring in emotions to bring it out. And without a doubt, Eason Chan had an innate advantage when singing this song, plus his rich and genuine emotions, perfectly interpreting the lyrics' atmosphere. During the concert, this song led tens of thousands of fans into a state of helplessness and sadness, trapped in the poignant atmosphere of "having fate but no destiny".

  "You were born a singer." Yuan Qing could only say this to Lin Dong, who had already grasped the most basic singing rhythm.

  "There are still many singers like me in this world. The aunt who buys vegetables, the driver who drives a car, as long as they are given a stage, they can also write brilliant chapters. I prefer singers from the grassroots level." Lin Dong blinked and left.

  Yuan Qing gazed at Lin Dong's departing figure, and her determination to recommend him to the teacher grew even stronger. If possible, she had the ambition and confidence to become Lin Dong's agent, a lucrative profession. She was well aware that her appearance and looks were not outstanding among many girls, so she could only choose to do what she liked most and had the most promising future - becoming Lin Dong's agent, of course.

  Indeed, just as Lin Dong said, there are many people in this world who can sing. She just can't see them.

  The fastest way to make Lin Dong famous is to put him on the internet.

  Yuan Qing revealed a conspiratorial smile as she gazed at her phone screen, a hint of amusement on her face. Just now, she had used her phone to record Lin Dong's entire performance of the Ten-Faced Burial Formation.

  She had planned to make Lin Dong famous. However, she didn't immediately put it on similar platforms like Youku or music websites, but instead started from the school's forum.

  Lin Dong didn't know he had been schemed against by Yuan Qing.

  "Really won't get in my car and go to the mountain to have a thrilling ride?" asked Xiao Wei, the charming boss lady, as she handed Lin Dong a red envelope and a cup of red wine.

  Lin Dong shrugged and said, "I don't want to die on the streets."

  Xiao Wei pretended to be dissatisfied and glared at him, saying: "You have a mind full of lust but no guts, I'm somewhat disappointed in your performance."

  Lin Dong naturally knew the boss's temper and smiled: "Boss, you're hurting me like this. I'm just a small citizen. Can't you let me off?"

  Xiao Wei let out a chuckle and then that one white hand suddenly grabbed Lin Dong's butt.

  Lin was shocked and stunned.

  "Little boy, your butt is very firm and elastic. This type of man is very good in bed." Xiao Wei winked at Lin Dong.

  Lin Dong couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, this was a huge joke on himself: "This... will be said later."

  "Or shall we talk about it another day? I'd like to try." Xiao Wei said along with this sentence, her beauty was captivating.

  Lin's heart was racing wildly, and he quickly distanced himself from the gentle trap set by his boss's wife, or else the black gun below would have gone off.

  "I'm leaving first, see you tomorrow." Lin Dong hastily retreated from the scene that was very likely to "turn into a fire".

  After Lin Dong left the Old Boy Bar, one of his eyelids kept twitching violently. According to the old saying, if the right eye twitches, you'll make a fortune, but if the left eye twitches, disaster will strike. His left eyelid was twitching nonstop as he walked.

  Lin Dong trusted his intuition and quickly hailed a taxi, then gave the driver his home address.

  The taxi drove for a few minutes before the driver noticed something was off, as several motorcycles suddenly appeared in front of and behind him that hadn't been there before.

  "Pull over!" a man yelled, holding an iron pipe in his hand.

  The driver of the car usually didn't offend anyone, thinking that it should be the guy in the back who caused trouble.

  "Here's 300 yuan," said Lin Dong to the driver of the opposite car.

  "Little brother, this group of people are the local street racing gang. They often come out to speed at midnight. If I leave like this, it'll be hard for me to mix in with them again. You quickly call the police first."

  A loud crash of a walnut. A guy with an iron bar smashed the car window.

  "Hurry up and park."

  The driver quickly stopped the car. Lin Dong knew his difficulties, and before the car had even come to a stop, he quickly got out of the car and was suddenly attacked by a guy who covered his head with a cloth.

  Lin Dong's head tilted slightly, his hand formed a knife and chopped down on the man's neck, who fell to the ground with a thud.

  "Halt, turtle egg."

  Ten motorcycles accelerated one after another in pursuit of Lin Dong.