[Zhang Yunlei] I Stewed My Pride into Porridge

·Taking advantage of May 21 to ride the wave of traffic:

Blurb One:

Colleague: "What's the biggest thing you've learned in your line of work?"

Yi Zhiwan: "Don't get too arrogant, or sooner or later some monster or demon will take you out."

Colleague: "...And what are your artistic aspirations?"

Yi Zhiwan: "To make money! I've got a whole family to support. I'm a girl, and I'm nearly worked to death."

...Heh.

As far as he knew, the person sitting in front of him was a genuine piano prodigy, an overseas Chinese who had emigrated abroad.

There was a time difference between her villa and the moment you walked in the front door.

And this big shot was sitting here, whining about being broke.

How do you stop yourself from coughing up blood?

What do you do when the artistic genius you've been pursuing turns out to be a money-grubber and a total goofball? Help, I'm desperate!

Blurb Two:

That famous little piano prodigy's smartwatch has something going on with that young comedian:

The prodigy had barely been back in the country for two days, and already her smartwatch was picking up all sorts of classic comedy routines.

The prodigy once said she liked a fiery, foul-tempered dog who could sing like a dream.

[There's no way those two are as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.]

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