922 The Grammy Sponsorship

"One, two, three... How are you, everyone? Most of you must be familiar with my face. I'm He Ming, one of the founders of the club."

He Ming showed up regularly at parties and other activities of the club. Most of the guests were good friends of his, so his joke earned some positive feedback.

"He! We are tired of you. Can you surprise us this time?"

He Ming shook his head. "No, the old rules apply. According to our rules, we'll welcome a new friend at each party. Expanding the club is our tradition."

"What's our other tradition?"

"Performing!" everyone shouted in unison. All the guests had performed all kinds of acts in the past. This was the best way for people to get close to each other. After a short performance, the newcomer would be accepted by the club as a gentleman.

The lighting master adjusted the brightness of the lights.

"Today, I have a surprise for you. The newcomer is really good at performing!"

The background fell down as an answer to his words and revealed a piano and a strong man with thick eyebrows.

"Let's welcome pianist Lang Lang!"

Lang began to perform. The well-educated audience stopped talking to listen to the music. The whole ship fell silent under the starry sky.

Qin Guan smiled at He, who was talking to him. He was a smart, determined man.

They both drained the last drop from their cups. 'So you don't want to return to China?"

"At least not anytime soon. Chinese enterprises have been expanding ambitiously. I'll help them through my work in foreign countries."

Although he was living abroad, he was still concerned about his nation.

Lang Lang finished his performance and received a thunderous applause.

"It seems like I'm a redneck. I only care about connections and profit. That pianist looks like someone who has just suffered an electric shock."

Although he didn't feel ashamed for his lack of artistic taste, he clapped for the performer enthusiastically.

Qin Guan shot a helpless look at his friend as he clapped his hands.

"You asked me to come to the party for him?"

"Yes. Chinese people lead hard lives in the US, artists even more so. This is nothing for you."

The young pianist walked over to them slowly and greeted them with a smile.

"How are you, Mr. Qin? I'm Lang Lang. I'm new here. Thank you for your support and consideration."

"How are you?"

The young man was surprisingly easy-going. The two of them exchanged a few words to clarify the purpose of their meeting.

"So you want my QC firm to sponsor your Grammy nomination?"

"Yes."

"As far as I'm aware, IMG invests money specifically on promotion."

"Yes, but it is both the company's promotion and the strong sponsors that will decide the fate of the singers."

To be honest, the outcome of the battle was determined by money.

Lang Lang had joined the club with a clear aim. He wanted to get continuous support from his compatriots. This was his long-term plan of supporting his career financially.

In a time when classical music didn't make much money, it was difficult for a musician, particularly an ambitious one, to support himself.

Thanks to his economic power and connections in the entertainment circle, Qin Guan had become his first choice.

"What?"

He Ming was shocked. How could an accountant like Qin Guan agree to such a bad deal? It was like throwing coins into a river!