The Godfather of Music: Start with a Dongfeng Po

"Wu Yang, stop dragging your feet and sign the termination contract." A cold voice poured down his head. Wu Yang opened his eyes. Strange ceiling. The harsh incandescent light. There was also a man standing in front of him, wearing a straight suit and his hair combed meticulously. It was just the contempt in his eyes that destroyed that sense of elitism. "Brother Wang?" Wu Yang called out a name, and then his head hurt violently. Countless memory fragments were forced in. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.