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Chapter 052 Today is your birthday

Amidst the fan wars and the cheers of data-driven commentators, June 25th arrived before we knew it.

At Qiuniu Studio, Yang Du was having a small meeting with his agent, Yuan Xiuqing, while drinking an iced cola.

"Boss, although the framework of our studio has been set up, it's still just an empty shell. Your focus should be on creation, and someone needs to handle the miscellaneous tasks."

Yuan Xiuqing suggested, "What I mean is, once the share of 'Flammable and Explosive' arrives at the end of July and we have more funds, we'll hire an assistant for you to handle your daily life, coordinate your schedule, and other miscellaneous tasks."

"Okay, you handle this."

"Then there's the finance aspect. At this stage, the studio isn't very big, so there's no need to hire a dedicated accounting team. For now, we can have a tax agency handle it. They are very experienced in handling accounts and tax filings, which can help us avoid many unnecessary risks, and they are also cost-effective."

"As for the legal department, I have communicated with Attorney Tiexiong before. Once our studio is on the right track and all services are fully operational, we can formally sign a long-term legal counsel contract with his law firm."

Yang Du nodded in agreement.

After all, copyright disputes and contract traps are hard to avoid in this industry. Having a professional lawyer on the side can save a lot of trouble.

Before she had finished her iced cola, Zhou Feng called.

"Hey, Commander, have you finished your work for today? Don't be late tonight."

Yang Du laughed and said, "Don't worry, today is your 22nd birthday, how could I forget? Not only will I be there on time, but I've also prepared a special gift for you."

Upon hearing about the gift, Zhou Feng beamed with joy: "Really? Great, you've got a conscience! I'll try my best to find the gift I've been waiting for tonight!"

"Okay, see you tonight."

……

Zhou Feng's birthday was celebrated at a nationally renowned chain hot pot restaurant, "Lao Yi Lao".

When Yang Du arrived at the mall entrance, his three roommates, Zhou Feng, Liu Ji, and Zhao Yiren, also got out of a ride-hailing car.

"Governor, over here." Zhao Yiren, with his sharp eyes, waved to Yang Du from a distance.

The four met up and walked towards the store, chatting and laughing.

Before even stepping into the store, a friendly greeter quickly approached: "Good evening, gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?"

"No," Zhou Feng said. "Are there any private rooms available? Please open one for us."

There's a good show tonight, why are we in a private room?

Yang Du quickly made up a story: "Private rooms are so boring. It's a birthday celebration, we want to have a lively atmosphere, so let's eat in the main hall. The main hall is more lively, and being surrounded by people means we'll have good fortune and peace year after year."

"You actually know about this, Commander?" Zhou Feng was somewhat surprised. He didn't care where they ate. "Alright, whatever you say."

The waiter led the four to a nice spot in the center of the hall.

After ordering a large table full of tripe, beef rolls, beef aorta, duck blood, and tofu skin, the group chatted while drinking plum juice.

Not long after, Zhou Feng stood up and said, "You guys chat first, I'm going to the restroom."

Once Zhou Feng's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Yang Du quickly called out to a waiter.

Seeing the cake Yang Du and his group brought, the waiter understood: "Don't worry, handsome, we have birthday light boards and glow sticks, we'll go prepare them for you right away."

"Mhm." Yang Du nodded. "Besides props like light boards, you should have portable speakers and microphones here, right?"

"Of course, we bought them specifically to liven up the atmosphere."

"That's great! It's my brother's birthday, and I wrote a song for him. I'll connect it to the speakers via Bluetooth and sing it for him live later."

The waiter glanced at Yang Du in surprise. Another day of shedding tears for someone else's brotherhood. He nodded emphatically, "Okay, just tell me what to do. I guarantee your brother will have a happy birthday experience."

Liu Ji and Zhao Yiren, who were standing nearby, were filled with envy upon hearing the commotion.

"Impressive, Commander! You actually wrote a song specifically for that kid Zhou Feng?"

You should know that the Yang Du sitting here now is no longer Yang Du, but Niu Gu... cough cough, a music producer with two chart-topping singles.

"Yes, 'Birthday Wishing Song'."

Just thinking about what would happen next made Yang Du unable to suppress the smirk on his face.

Zhao Yiren grabbed Yang Du's arm, shook it a couple of times, and said in a strained voice, "Governor-General, I don't care, I want it too!"

"Okay, okay, we have them all."

As long as you still want it then.

"Oh, right—" Yang Du pulled Zhao Yiren aside, "When the equipment arrives, can you help me liven things up?"

Of the group, Zhao Yiren was the most entertaining.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Not long after, Zhou Feng returned.

Seeing Zhou Feng eating heartily without any warning, Yang Du couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Feng, who was scalding tripe, asked in bewilderment, "Commander, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered some funny things."

Yang Du took two deep breaths, suppressing his smile, and picked up his juice: "Happy birthday!"

Liu Ji and Zhao Yiren also raised their glasses together: "Happy birthday to Mr. Zhou, and may you find your other half soon!"

Happy birthday, cheers!

Before long, three waiters came over with clapping devices and a portable speaker.

"It's your turn." Yang Du gave Zhao Yiren a push, then turned on his phone, connected via Bluetooth, and asked a waiter to help them record a video.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

The clear sound, transmitted through the portable speakers, reached almost every corner of the hall.

Zhao Yiren raised both hands above his head and clapped twice: "Everyone, follow my lead!"

Zhou Feng realized what Zhao Yiren was doing and tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Good evening, everyone. I apologize for interrupting your meal. Today, I have something very important to announce."

He grabbed Zhou Feng, who was already covering his face with one hand in the booth, and pulled him up:

Today is the 22nd birthday of Zhou Feng, my best friend and closest brother in the world!

Feeling the gazes coming from all directions, Zhou Feng's body stiffened, and he didn't even know where to put his hands. He stood there blankly, vividly demonstrating what it means to be at a loss.

Swish swish swish—

The waiter swung his metronome at the right moment, and a round of good-natured applause and cheers rang out in the hall.

Some guests even shouted "Happy Birthday!"

Liu Ji chuckled softly as he took a gleaming gold paper birthday crown from the waiter, on which were written "Happy Birthday" in both Chinese and English!

"We're all brothers... Stop... Stop messing around..." Zhou Feng was still trying to struggle.

"Why are you hiding? It's your birthday today, be open and honest." Liu Ji forcibly put the paper birthday crown on Zhou Feng's head.

Seeing Zhou Feng's face turn red, Liu Ji had no choice but to tell him the good news ahead of time: "The Commander-in-Chief wrote a song especially for you! I'm so envious! It's so beautiful!"

"In this vast sea of ​​people, meeting is fate. Next, we have a special 'Birthday Wishing Song' for Zhou Feng, for our best brother!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Some cheered, some whistled, some craned their necks to look curiously, and some even started taking out their phones.

The prelude begins.

A cheerful, bright melody with a festive atmosphere emanated from the portable speaker.