FYN Chapter 65: The lone smoke rises straight in the vast desert, is Wang Bo straight or not?
Chapter 65: The lone smoke rises straight in the vast desert, is Wang Bo straight or not?
"You..." Su Xiaoxiao looked up at Wang Bo, her eyes filled with complex emotions, "You came up with this on the spot?"
"I guess so," Wang Bo smiled. "You can picture it just by watching the video."
Su Xiaoxiao stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly reached out and pinched his face, pulling it to both sides.
Wang Bo: "???"
Chen Mo: "!!!"
"President Su, what are you doing?" Wang Bo asked indistinctly.
"Let me see what your head is made of," Su Xiaoxiao said, releasing her grip with a serious expression. "How come you can come up with such timeless quotes so easily?"
Wang Bo rubbed his face: "President Su, this is workplace bullying. This is how Zhou Yuji buried me."
"Bully my foot!" Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile. "Alright, the poem is done, I'm relieved now. Go ahead and post it, remember to tag @Yuji."
She looked at those two lines of text and was increasingly amazed.
These ten characters are so simple that even elementary school students can understand them, but their profound meaning and precise word choice are simply textbook-level descriptions!
She looked up at Wang Bo, who had finished posting a comment and was now continuing to discuss the arrangement with Chen Mo, her eyes flickering slightly.
What kind of amazing boy is this?
Each song he writes is more explosive than the last, and each poem he writes is more exquisite than the last.
That spendthrift Zhou Yuji has been running a company for three years, and she's been burying this gem like an ordinary artist for all three years?
Fortunately, this treasure boy is now in her hands.
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly recalled the first time she met Wang Bo at the Cloud Top Restaurant—he was sitting at the piano, playing the piece "Wedding in a Dream," his profile looking focused and gentle under the lights.
At that time, she just felt that this person had some skills and was worth testing.
Later, when he sang "Encounter" a cappella, she began to look at him with new respect.
Later, when "Once Upon a Time in You" became a huge hit, she realized she had struck gold.
Now... looking at Wang Bo's serious profile as he spoke to Chen Mo with his head down, her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Talent is indeed the best filter for a man.
Especially those guys who unintentionally reveal amazing talent, it's simply...alluring without even trying.
Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, suppressing those chaotic thoughts.
She's a businesswoman, a boss; she can't have any improper thoughts about her own artists.
Although... Wang Bo was indeed her blind date.
Although... he's getting more and more handsome and charming.
Although... if he earns tens of millions a year, she would definitely give it a try and turn this blind date into a romantic relationship without hesitation.
Wait, an annual income of tens of millions?
Su Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up.
With Wang Bo's current momentum, earning tens of millions a year seems like... not a dream?
The copyright revenue from "Once Upon a Time in You", the continued popularity of "Encounter", the explosive success of "Your Answer", plus the exposure from "The Voice of China" and subsequent commercial collaborations...
Su Xiaoxiao quickly did some mental calculations and came to a conclusion that made her heart race: Wang Bo could very likely reach this standard within a year.
At that time...
"President Su?" Wang Bo's voice pulled her back from her reverie. "Are you alright? Why is your face so red?"
"Huh? Really?" Su Xiaoxiao subconsciously touched her face; it was indeed a little hot. "It's probably because it's too hot in the shed. Um, I need to take care of something."
She practically fled in panic.
Stepping out of the recording studio, Su Xiaoxiao let out a long breath.
Calm down, Su Xiaoxiao, calm down.
You are a career-oriented, strong woman; you shouldn't be swayed by a man's talent.
Even if you're attracted to him, you have to wait until he meets your standards—an annual income of ten million is the bottom line!
She told herself that, but the image of Wang Bo's focused expression when he wrote poetry involuntarily surfaced in her mind, as well as his helpless yet amusing expression when he rubbed his face and said, "This is workplace bullying."
"Damn it." Su Xiaoxiao cursed under her breath, unsure whether she was cursing herself or the man who had unknowingly stirred her heart.
She took out her phone and opened the travel video that Zhou Yuji had posted today.
Within minutes, the comments section exploded.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"
"These ten words... are brilliant!"
"Wang Bo, are you a reincarnation of the God of Literature?"
"The imagery is so vivid, I feel like I can already see it!"
"Sister Yuji, come quick! Your personal poet is online again!"
"Am I the only one who thinks these two lines of poetry should be included in the Chinese language textbook?"
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the comments and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
See? She knew Wang Bo wouldn't let her down.
She signed the right one—this is a treasure!
As for those little schemes...
She put away her phone, straightened her suit jacket, and reverted to her decisive and efficient CEO Su.
Let's talk about it when he earns tens of millions a year.
Before that, she was his boss, and he was her artist.
That's it.
Well, that's all.
Thinking this, Su Xiaoxiao walked back to her office with her head held high and her steps light as if she could fly.
In the recording studio, Chen Mo nudged Wang Bo on the shoulder and winked, "Wang Bo, I just saw President Su blush."
Wang Bo didn't even look up: "It's hot in the shed."
"What's so hot about it? The air conditioner's set to 22 degrees Celsius." Chen Mo chuckled. "I think President Su might be interested in you."
Wang Bo paused for a moment, then continued adjusting the parameters: "Brother Chen, don't talk nonsense, President Su is my boss."
"What's wrong with being the boss?" Chen Mo said matter-of-factly. "If I were the boss, I'd have a secretary to do the work, and nothing to do... cough, I didn't mean to belittle you."
Su Yiyi's piano lesson had just ended, and after the last student politely said goodbye and left the classroom, she finally had time to pick up her phone, which had been silent for a long time.
Unlocking the screen, a notification pops up from Douyin (TikTok) – pay special attention to updates of "Rain Princess's Wandering Diary".
She clicked on it, and the cover image of a desert sunset instantly caught her eye.
In the video, the best friend laughs freely and unrestrainedly amidst the vast sky and earth, with the background music being "Your Answer," the song and the visuals strangely matching.
Su Yiyi read it quietly and then swiped her finger to the comments section.
Then she saw the two lines of poetry.
Holding her phone, she softly recited in the empty music classroom: "A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river."
She paused after reading it aloud the first time.
Read it a second time.
Ten words, without any embellishment, yet they seemed to unfold a whole picture before her eyes—a vast desert, a lone plume of smoke rising straight up, a long river winding like a golden ribbon, and a setting sun sinking into the horizon, its fullness almost tragic.
Su Yiyi suddenly remembered the scenes she had seen last summer when she accompanied her sister to the Northwest.
She still vividly remembers the feeling of vastness and loneliness that welled up in her heart as she stood on the sand dune watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon.
But at that time, all she could say was "So beautiful" and "So magnificent."
Wang Bo, however, captured the essence of the scene precisely in just ten words, even imbuing it with a mood that transcends the image itself.
Su Yiyi hovered her finger above the screen, hesitated for a few seconds, and then opened the WeChat chat window with Zhou Yuji.
She typed: "Yuji, the video is really well made."
Shortly after, a reply came: "Right, right? Yiyi, the sunset here is absolutely stunning! You absolutely have to come sometime, I'll be your tour guide!"
Seeing her best friend's excited reply, Su Yiyi continued typing: "I saw the poem Wang Bo wrote for you, it's really well written."
This time, Zhou Yuji replied a little slower: "Of course! Little Wang is now my personal poet. How about it, are you envious?"
Su Yiyi stared at the sentence, and those subtle emotions welled up in her heart again.
After hesitating for a moment, she typed: "A little."
send.
Then she added, "I also want to travel."