The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 707 - : Fighting for 280, Bai Lian’s Theme Song (Second Update)_1

Chapter 707: Fighting for 280, Bai Lian’s Theme Song (Second Update)_1

When Dean Jian arrived at Shanhai Apartment, Bai Lian was upstairs talking to Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi was telling her about Xingyi Martial Arts School and the medical hall.

The Solid Foundation Paste from Xingyi Martial Arts School had successfully broken out of the small business circle. Hen Zhiwei had also taught several sitting doctors about myopia acupuncture, which had been fully promoted in Xiangcheng.

Xuankang Pharmacy became a national chain enterprise and entered the Jiangjing Chamber of Commerce.

In just one year, despite the pressure from the Luo Family Pharmaceutical and the traditional Chinese medicine market, they broke through to the chained pharmaceutical market, and Xiaoqi’s contributions were indispensable.

The only acupuncture that hadn’t been popularized had a long treatment cycle, requiring more than two months.

Many people inherently distrust traditional Chinese medicine, which made it difficult to promote in Jiangjing and other places.

Xiaoqi was determined to spread this technique worldwide. He sat at the small tea table in Bai Lian’s study, leisurely pouring himself a cup of tea; the tea here was always exceptional. “Has Dr. Lance’s myopia been completely cured?”

Bai Lian flipped through a report and then handed it to Xiaoqi, “What do you have in mind?”

After finishing his tea, Xiaoqi said, “I want to invite Mr. Lance for a one-day tour at Xuankang Pharmacy.”

“He’s in 103; go discuss it with him,” Bai Lian knew that Xiaoqi and Mao Kun both knew Lance, as it was Mao Kun who introduced him in the beginning.

The two left the study.

Outside, Zhang Shize was sitting at the table, not doing problem sets today but engrossed in a thick law book—the seriousness of his demeanor replacing his usual casualness.

It wasn’t until he heard noise that he finally showed a bit of his usual irreverent air, and seeing Bai Lian about to leave, he looked somewhat anxious, “Sister Lian, where are you going?”

“To the theater,” Bai Lian said, picking up her cloak and heading out.

Zhang Shize watched her leave, and under Ming Dongheng’s expressionless gaze, he wondered how he was going to get through Jiang Fulai’s questions in the afternoon without Bai Lian there.

With Bai Lian around, Jiang Fulai could hold back his disdain for Zhang’s foolishness.

Once Bai Lian left, Jiang Fulai had only one look left—

Are you sure you want to go to the University of Political Science and Law and spread your nonsense?

**

The theater.

Xue Na, wearing a thick long down jacket, arrived ten minutes early and was waiting at the main entrance of the theatre.

The cars owned by the Jiang Family had special numbers, including the business vehicle Ming Dongheng usually drove, which stood out in the traffic with its distinct feel.

Xue Na had indeed heard that Jiang Fulai’s cars were specially modified, with each window being bulletproof.

As she thought about this, she went to greet them.

The rear door of the car opened automatically.

Bai Lian, holding her cloak, got out.

She had her hair half tucked up, and as she bent over, her black hair fell to her chest.

As she did not need to walk outdoors today, she hadn’t worn a cotton-padded coat. She was dressed in a white satin cross-collared shirt with light golden patterns embroidered, shimmering with reflected light, exuding an air of nobility, and a scarlet pleated skirt beneath it.

When touched by sunlight, it sparkled like cold light reflected on snow.

Quite a striking palette.

As she stepped out of the car, she casually threw the cloak over her shoulders, every gesture exuding the grace of nobility, and she greeted Xue Na, “Secretary Xue.”

Wearing a scarlet cloak that matched her pleated skirt, adorned with embroidered flowers and blue butterflies as if ready to take flight, fluttering gently in the wind.

Bright yet restrained and warm elegance.

A very distinctive temperament.

Due to the special nature of her job, Secretary Xue had seen many beautiful people.

But even having seen Bai Lian several times, she was still taken aback upon first sight, and it took her a moment to recover, “Miss Bai, it’s cold outside, let me take you in.”

She led the way, noticing that Bai Lian was holding a black disc case.

The exterior wall of the theater was covered in a layer of snow, with the columns at the entrance clearly defined.

Outside, there was also a giant poster announcing “Blossoms on the Tree” to be performed on Saturday evening at seven o’clock.

It was evident that the theater placed great importance on this play.

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With the theater undergoing renovations this afternoon and not open to the public, Secretary Xue led Bai Lian through the backstage to the lobby, a curved and expansive space.

A grand staircase led directly to the second floor.

On the stage in front, the crew was setting up, and rehearsals were about to begin. Gao Shu was talking sporadically with a man in his thirties on the left side of the stage.

“This is a younger member of our family,” Gao Shu introduced to the man beside her as soon as Bai Lian arrived.

The man promptly greeted Bai Lian.

Gao Shu also quietly explained the man’s identity to Bai Lian, “This is Mr. Summer’s student, who came to Jiangjing especially for the composition of ‘Blossoms on the Tree’.”

Bai Lian nodded her acknowledgment; she had heard about this from Gao Shu.

As they conversed, the old dean arrived. His hair was gray, his eyes behind presbyopic glasses, exuding a great deal of authority.

He sat in the middle, and Gao Shu went to greet him.

The rehearsal today focused on an earlier segment; drama is a very direct form of performance. Bai Lian sat to the side, watching the segment intently.

The character in the play, modeled after Chen Ye, also included scenes featuring the actor playing Bai Zhongyu.

She watched with rapt attention.

The first half lasted only an hour, and after it finished, the two leads did not take a bow.

The sound of music began to play.

The rhythm of the music, emphasized by drumbeats, drew Bai Lian out of her emotional immersion. She looked up at the stage—

The male and female leads were singing the theme song.

Meanwhile, Jiu Yinghui was talking to the old dean, “Dean, this is the theme song Mr. Shuo composed for ‘Blossoms on the Tree.’ We wanted to ask Dean Jian to do the arrangement, but he didn’t have the time. Please listen.”

As the prelude played, the old dean sat up straight with interest.

The theme song matched the rhythm of “Blossoms on the Tree” perfectly, with its narrative building up tension. It was evident that there was a study of new drama involved.

After the song ended, the old dean nodded; he looked at Shuo Qingyu and nodded slightly, “This theme song is very intriguing, well done.”

For the usually strict dean, this was already exceptionally high praise.

After listening to Dean Jian’s demo and then this theme song, Bai Lian didn’t feel much of anything.

She glanced at Jiu Yinghui and figured that this was probably the person who had tried to snatch someone away from Gao Shu midway through.

Beside her, the student of Mr. Xia stood up after listening, and without a word, walked out through the backstage. Gao Shu immediately followed, signaling Secretary Xue to take Bai Lian for a walk around the theater.

Bai Lian asked about a few things concerning Jiu Yinghui and Shuo Qingyu.

Secretary Xue recounted a few minor disputes between the two, and Bai Lian contemplated them thoughtfully.

**

Only when Gao Shu was about to be done, did Secretary Xue take Bai Lian to the second-floor lounge and brewed a pot of tea for her.

Secretary Xue waited outside the lounge until Gao Shu came up from downstairs, then nervously inquired, “What did he say?”

She was asking about Mr. Xia’s student.

“He said he couldn’t compete with Mr. Shuo in composition and left early. I had Old Li take him to the airport.” Gao Shu massaged her temple, looking rather helpless.

She had listened to Mr. Xia’s student’s work too, and indeed, it couldn’t compare to Shuo Qingyu’s.

Shuo Qingyu had prepared for this opportunity for a long time; ordinary works simply couldn’t compete.

Even the old dean had praised him repeatedly.

The first performance would start next Saturday, and the day after tomorrow was the old dean’s final deadline.

To the side, Jiu Yinghui and Shuo Qingyu, along with the two leads, made their way from the end of the corridor, lively, “I’ve booked a private room at Qingxin Building for 6 p.m. The dean will be there later too; you all must come.”

“Mr. Shuo, rest assured, I’m still in contact with Dean Jian. He’s been busy lately, but we’ll definitely have an opportunity to collaborate on the next piece,” Jiu Yinghui said with a smile in passing to Gao Shu, “Vice Dean Gao, I’m not staying late today; I’ll be going first.”

Shuo Qingyu was aware that Jiu Yinghui could indeed get in touch with Dean Jian, so even in front of Gao Shu, he didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

The group departed.

“Boss,” Secretary Xue asked, “should we still keep Bei Tong and the others to practice the theme song?”

“Forget it,” Gao Shu pushed the door and entered the lounge, “let them go have a meal. We’re giving up on this theme song. He managed to invite even Dean Jian himself to do the arrangement. What more can I say?”

The bond with Lou Jiu was strong, yet she had not managed to persuade him to come out of retirement.

“Are we really giving up?”

After months of effort, at this critical juncture, Secretary Xue found it difficult to voice the notion of giving up. If Vice Dean Jiu did ascend to the position, then Gao Shu would truly be marginalized.

But the disparity was there for all to see; Mr. Xia’s student had already conceded defeat and left Jiangjing on his own accord.

Sighing, Secretary Xue thought to confront whatever came their way, as she picked up her mobile phone to notify Bei Tong and Qin Si not to stay late for practice.

Inside the lounge.

Bai Lian was on the phone with Ji Heng, who asked if she would come back for dinner that evening.

“I will,” glancing as Gao Shu entered the room, Bai Lian stood up, “Xiaonming is already waiting downstairs.”

Bai Lian picked up her cloak and ended the call.

“Are you leaving now? I’ve already called the chef over,” Gao Shu shook off her thoughts, still speaking softly to Bai Lian, “Don’t go back. I’ll make you one of my specialties today.”

Bai Lian didn’t respond, simply passing the CD she held in her hand to Gao Shu.

“What is this?” Gao Shu asked, puzzled.

In the past month, Gao Shu had been frequently exchanging details with Mr. Xia’s student, and he had reached out to her often. Bai Lian had never asked Gao Shu anything; Gao Shu had forgotten that Bai Lian was also composing a theme song for “Blossoms on the Tree.”

“The theme song for ‘Blossoms on the Tree,'” Bai Lian dusted off her slightly wrinkled sleeve, draped her cloak elegantly, and lifted her eyes, smiling calmly and breezily, “I thought, you probably wouldn’t have time to cook these past few days.”