boyutpedia Chapter 62 Heading to Jiangcheng to Find Yang Chengang
Chapter 62 Heading to Jiangcheng to Find Yang Chengang
Lin Feng returned to Chengdu shortly after the Spring Festival.
School hasn't started yet, and the campus is deserted, with only one of the three canteens open. Most students will not return to school until after the Lantern Festival.
He bought a bottle of water at the convenience store and returned to dormitory 407 in Jindi Garden.
The phone rang; it was Xu Qiang calling.
"Brother Feng, have you arrived at school yet?"
"Just arrived."
"Then I'll come over tomorrow? There are a few things the agent wants to report to you."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng stood by the window, looking at the empty playground.
My phone vibrated again. This time it was Su Wan.
"President, you're back? I've made a new poster, when do you have time to take a look?"
"Tomorrow. Let's call Xu Qiang and the others, see you in the activity room."
"it is good."
The next morning, the activity room was full of people.
Xu Qiang, Su Wan, Wang Peng, Li Hao, Liu Qian, and Tan Zhao had all arrived. Lin Feng closed the door and sat down at the table.
Xu Qiang said first, "Brother Feng, there are a few things to discuss with the agents. After the matter of Sun Mingyu illegally lowering prices before the Lunar New Year at Jiaotong University was dealt with, there are now more rules for all the agents. Wang Wei from Xichuan University is selling the best; he sold out all the goods before the Lunar New Year and asked when he can get more stock."
Lin Feng replied, "It's the Spring Festival now, and the factories in Shenzhen are also closed for the holidays. We'll have to wait a while longer, probably until after the Lunar New Year."
Xu Qiang continued, "During the winter break, some people asked if it was possible to become agents at other schools as well. Students from medical schools and physical education schools both wanted to do it."
Lin Feng thought for a moment: "Let's wait and see when the goods arrive."
Su Wan continued, "President, I've made a new poster, focusing on the concept of 'original campus content,' putting Tang Lei and the campus band together. Take a look." She handed over a printed sample.
Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, this is it. Print it out and send a batch to each agent. Post the electronic posters on the campus forums of each school."
Liu Qian opened the account book: "President, all the accounts were settled before the New Year. Now, in the account... that sum of money you mentioned last time, should we set it aside separately?"
Lin Feng said, "Stay. I need to go out after the Spring Festival, and that will cost money."
Several people looked up at him.
Xu Qiang asked, "Where to?"
"Jiangcheng".
Once the Lantern Festival was over, Lin Feng bought a train ticket to Jiangcheng, a journey that took thirteen hours.
He had done his research; Yang Chengang wasn't signed with a major company. He'd been writing "Mice Love Rice" for years, but it hadn't become a hit. But Lin Feng knew this song would be a hit, a massive hit.
The problem is how to find him and how to persuade him.
The train arrived at the station in the early morning. Lin Feng walked out of the station with his bag on his back. It was still dark outside, and several taxi drivers were standing under the streetlights soliciting passengers.
He found a small hotel, booked a single room, and went straight to sleep.
After sleeping until noon, Lin Feng went to an old residential area in Hankou, following the address he found online.
The sixth floor had no elevator, the hallway was dark, and the walls were covered with little GG stickers. He climbed up and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.
The door next door opened, and an old woman poked her head out: "Who are you looking for?"
"Yang Chengang, do you live here?"
The old woman shook her head: "I've never heard of this person."
Lin Feng knocked on the door across the street again. A young couple opened the door and both said they didn't know anything.
As he was going downstairs, he ran into an uncle carrying groceries at the bottom of the stairs and asked him again.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment: "Yang Chengang? Never heard of him. I've lived in this building for over ten years, and there's no one like him here."
Lin Feng stood downstairs, looking at the address he had copied from the internet, and realized that the information was probably from several years ago. He stuffed the note back into his pocket and walked out of the residential complex.
Next, Lin Feng wandered around several old streets in Hankou, going into music stores and asking questions, and pushing open the doors of record stores to inquire.
I went to four or five places, but no one knew Yang Chengang.
In a small shop selling secondhand audio equipment, the owner, a middle-aged man in his forties, was squatting on the ground repairing an old-fashioned amplifier.
After asking, Lin Feng didn't even look up: "Musicians? Go ask around Wuchang, near the music academy, all the musicians are there."
Lin Feng thanked him and went out to hail a taxi to cross the river.
In the afternoon, Lin Feng arrived in Wuchang.
Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music is located on Jiefang Road, surrounded by music stores, record shops, and instrument repair shops, much more densely packed than in Hankou.
He found a noodle shop nearby, ate a bowl of hot dry noodles, and started asking around at different shops.
The first music store the owner said he'd never heard of it.
At the second record store, the clerk shook his head.
At the third musical instrument repair shop, the mechanic was fixing a wooden guitar with a broken neck. He thought for a moment and said, "Yang Chengang? I think I've heard that name before. Is he a songwriter? I'm not sure."
Lin Feng kept asking around until after 4 p.m., his legs aching from walking, but he still hadn't gotten anything. He stood by the roadside, watching the students coming and going, feeling a little worried.
Just then, he saw a young man carrying a guitar coming out of the side gate of the music academy across the street. Lin Feng crossed the road and chased after him.
"Excuse me, do you know Yang Chengang?"
The young man paused, then looked him up and down a few times: "What do you want with him?"
"Let's talk about cooperation."
"Are you from a record company?"
"No. We make digital products."
The young man laughed: "Why would someone who makes digital products need him?"
Lin Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, flicked one out, and handed it to the other person. They both lit them.
"You're from out of town, aren't you?"
"From Chengdu."
"Then you've come to the right person." The young man exhaled a puff of smoke. "Yang Chengang used to hang out in Hankou, but he moved to Wuchang in the last two years. If you walk along this road, there's a 'Feile Piano Shop,' he often hangs out there. But he might not be there right now."
Lin Feng thanked him and asked his name.
"Chen Mo." The young man smiled, slung his guitar over his shoulder, and walked away.
Lin Feng searched along the street and finally found Feile Piano Shop.
The storefront wasn't large, with a few guitars and an old-fashioned electronic keyboard displayed in the window. Pushing open the door, I saw a man with a small braid sitting behind the counter tuning his guitar. I glanced up at him.
"Buying a piano?"
"Looking for someone. Is Yang Chengang there?"
The man stopped what he was doing: "What do you want with him?"
"He's from Chengdu, and I'd like to discuss some cooperation with him."
"Quite a few people are looking for him," the man sneered. "You're the third one in the last few days. Which company are you from?"
"I work at Fengchi Digital Studio, focusing on the campus market and also doing ringback tone services." Lin Feng took out his business card and added, "Tang Lei's 'Lilac Flower' ringback tone was made by us."
"Tang Lei?" The man took the business card and looked at it, then looked up at Lin Feng, seemingly assessing the credibility of his words.
"The song 'Lilac Flower' is quite popular lately."
"I came here this time hoping to collaborate with Mr. Yang Chengang. I think his 'Mice Love Rice' has great potential," Lin Feng said sincerely.
The music store owner was silent for a moment: "Xiao Yang... he's been in a bit of trouble lately."
"Could you tell me how to find him? I've come with good intentions."
"He's not with me right now, and he's rarely seen lately."
Lin Feng was taken aback: "Where did he go?"
"I don't know, they're hiding." The music store owner sighed.