Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 786 Working at Chen’an?!

When Jiang Li left Taiqi’s office building, it was already getting late. She gave Jiang Shixu a few more instructions before pulling out a stack of documents from her bag.

Jiang Shixu curiously took them.

"What are these?"

"Aren’t you performing a trio on the night of the 28th?" Jiang Li said. "I’ve told you before, I’ve arranged your trio. Here are the songs you’ll be singing; you should prepare."

Jiang Shixu was astonished.

Since when did Jiang Li know about these things?

He opened the file. The first page listed the song’s title—"Nirvana."

Such a vibrant name.

Following were the lyrics and a simple score. After just a few pages, he was so dazzled that his eyes widened.

The lyrics were well-written, subtle yet forceful, using the metaphor of a phoenix’s nirvana to depict a young boy’s path to growth.

What amazed him even more was the arrangement: it was a soft blend of ethnic music, even including suona.

Yet it didn’t seem out of place at all.

Even without having started, it felt as if the melody was already resonating by his ear.

The last page listed the lyricist as expected—his teacher, Zhou Wenshu.

However, the name of the composer was not mentioned.

Jiang Shixu was very curious. "Sis, where did you get this unique composition?"

Jiang Li smiled, "From an old friend. You’ll know when the time comes."

"But who will I sing it with?" Jiang Shixu wondered. "The finals are next month; we need to meet and practice ahead of time."

Jiang Li continued to smile without explaining and winked, "Just focus on your practice for now; you’ll find out later."

"Don’t worry, your performance won’t go wrong."

...

Jiang Li had just returned home when Jiang Mingyu came up anxiously.

"How did it go?"

Jiang Li pulled out a contract and waved her hand, "Don’t worry, uncle, your son has successfully signed with Taiqi."

"That’s good ... ah, no, I’m not talking about this." Jiang Mingyu was somewhat anxious. "I mean..."

Jiang Li couldn’t help but laugh.

"I know, uncle, I’m just teasing you. Look at you, don’t worry. The music sheets have already been passed to Shixu. He loves them and kept asking me who composed the music."

Jiang Mingyu blushed, "Really?"

"Of course, do you think I’d lie to you? Besides, uncle, you were once a famous singer revered across Jiangnan. How could the tunes composed by God Jiang be anything less?"

Jiang Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hanging heart.

"That’s good... I guess the performance is soon; I better practice hard."

He hadn’t touched music for several years; he couldn’t embarrass his son this time!

Watching the departing figure of Jiang Mingyu, who resembled Jiang Shixu so closely, Jiang Li silently mused on how truly this father and son were alike.

With this matter settled, it was time to start preparing for another.

Thinking this, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

"... Song Xue, right? I am Jiang Li. I’m free tomorrow; can we meet up?"

The next morning, Jiang Li got ready and had Ji Yanbai drive her to the People’s Hospital in North District.

As soon as she arrived at the parking lot, she saw a girl wearing a black down jacket, with a lovely face, exactly like the one she had seen in the live broadcast room that night.

She recognized that this must be the streamer Xiao Xue.

Once she got out of the car, Jiang Li approached.

The other party also immediately recognized her and ran over excitedly, grabbing her hand.

"Jiang Li! I’m so glad you really came!"

Jiang Li noticed her hand was somewhat cold and said with concern, "Have you been waiting long? Let’s go up and talk."

Song Xue shook her head, "I haven’t been waiting long; let me take you up now."

As they headed to the ward, Song Xue gave more details about her friend.

Her friend, Lu Yafei, grew up with her, and the two were very close, even attending the same university.

After graduation, Song Xue became a self-media worker and a streamer, while Lu Yafei joined a media company as a planner.

The two remained in frequent contact and shared their lives regularly.

In Song Xue’s eyes, her friend Yafei had always been a lively and outstanding girl, but the recent events were utterly baffling, causing her to become extremely depressed.

Even if the accident hadn’t happened, Song Xue would still worry about her friend’s mental state.

Jiang Li listened carefully to the details and asked Song Xue to relay once again the incident of the traffic accident.

"Did the police have anything to say?"

"The police concluded the other party was guilty of drowsy driving and took most of the responsibility. His attitude was quite sincere, and he compensated a substantial amount, but Yafei..."

Song Xue started to sob.

Her friend’s life hung in the balance, a problem money couldn’t solve.

Jiang Li frowned.

A mere traffic accident?

But often, the more coincidental these accidents seem, the less probable they are coincidences.

Jiang Li asked casually, "Where did your friend work? What did the company say?"

Song Xue choked up, "Chen’an Media; the company’s response was quite cold. Despite their staff member being involved in an incident, the only thing the bosses did was come to show some sympathy; there was no compensation."

Jiang Li paused, stopping in her tracks.

"Chen’an?"

"Yes, Chen’an—the famous Chen’an company," Song Xue said, puzzled by Jiang Li’s sudden change in expression.

Jiang Li’s brows tightened, as if pondering something.

Then, after a moment, she raised her head.

"First, let’s go see your friend."

Lu Yafei had been moved out of the ICU but remained unconscious.

If she did not wake up by next week, it was highly probable she would become comatose.

Lu Yafei’s parents had nearly gone gray overnight, trying every possible solution and consulting well-known doctors.

But none were of any help.

When they learned that Song Xue had found a master of mysticism, they grew somewhat hopeful.

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But unexpectedly, Song Xue brought in a very young and beautiful girl.

Lu’s mother was momentarily stunned and asked, half-believing, half-doubting, "Xiao Xue, is this the master you mentioned?"

Song Xue hurriedly explained, "Auntie, don’t let Master Jiang’s young age fool you; she’s quite amazing."

Jiang Li gave a small smile and started sizing up the middle-aged lady in front of her.

Then she spoke, "Auntie, forgive my boldness, but do you have stomach issues and often suffer from headaches?"

Lu’s mother was startled. "How do you know?"

Jiang Li explained, "I can see from your complexion that it’s pale and your mouth corners droop; your condition is not good. You’ve probably been having trouble sleeping, with descending earth qi affecting your spleen and stomach. Your parental palace is sunken, probably indicating your mother passed away early, and you have a brother; your family relations seem harmonious."