Chapter 077: Ambiguity Spreads Wantonly
After finishing the championship interview arranged by the program team,
Lin Lang had just shaken off the talent scouts from the brokerage company when media reporters swarmed towards him, eager to interview the champion, Lin Lang.
Reporters vying to interview Lin Lang came from various newspapers, websites, television stations, and magazines, all filled with curiosity and anticipation for this young Master Cup champion, Lin Lang.
In an instant, a flood of questions poured in.
Lin Lang stood under the dazzling lights, smiling, ready to face the media's onslaught.
“Click… click…”
The sound of DSLR cameras frantically clicking their shutters.
The flashes from the DSLR cameras were somewhat blinding to Lin Lang, making him a little unaccustomed to facing a large number of reporters vying for interviews.
The exceptionally handsome Lin Lang, holding the Master Cup he had just won, exuded an aura of two meters and eighty centimeters, consuming countless film rolls.
Cameramen from various media outlets carried their cameras, aiming their lenses at Lin Lang. Lin Lang, in the camera's view, was very photogenic, giving off an extraordinary idol demeanor, perfectly suited for debuting as a celebrity.
A slender, elegantly made-up female reporter, holding a microphone, eagerly asked, "Congratulations on winning the championship! Can you talk about how you feel right now?"
Lin Lang smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
“Of course, this was a very interesting cross-disciplinary experience. I feel pretty good after winning the competition.”
“You crossed over to compete and won the Master Cup, defeating all the top professional pianists in the country. That's simply amazing!”
“Following this brilliant achievement, do you have any intention of organizing a grand concert or releasing an album to share a musical feast with your fans?”
Lin Lang replied mysteriously, “Anything is possible!”
No sooner had he spoken.
A male reporter wearing glasses eagerly pressed on, “Excuse me, you are a non-professional pianist, yet you won the Master Cup in a top professional piano competition. How long did you prepare, and how many hours did you practice piano each day?”
“I decided to participate at the last minute, I didn't prepare, and I don't usually practice piano. Isn't winning the Master Cup something anyone can do?”
“Uh…” The male reporter with glasses was shocked after hearing this.
A young female reporter squeezed to the front of the camera and curiously asked, “It's reported that the pianist who wins this Master Cup can go directly to this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala. Are you looking forward to performing at the Spring Festival Gala?”
Lin Lang replied, “If I can bring joy to everyone by playing the piano at the Spring Festival Gala, that would be pretty good!”
As the interview deepened, the questions from media reporters became more diverse.
Some media reporters asked about Lin Lang's future plans.
Some media reporters were concerned about the source of Lin Lang's creative inspiration.
Some reporters pushed and shoved each other, trying to get a better position, and the scene became quite chaotic for a while.
Facing this barrage of questions, Lin Lang seemed a bit overwhelmed, but he still maintained a smile, politely answering each reporter's question.
It must be said that Lin Lang possessed good manners and personal charm.
Lin Lang did not get annoyed or impatient because of some reporters' tricky questions.
On the contrary, Lin Lang always treated reporters from various media outlets with a gentle and humble attitude, wantonly showcasing his irresistible personal charm in the somewhat chaotic environment.
Finally, surrounded by the media, Lin Lang concluded the interview and then gracefully turned and left.
Lin Lang's silhouette under the lights appeared exceptionally tall and straight, so handsome it was against the rules, even boundless.
And this very grand and highly anticipated interview was merely the most insignificant small scene in Lin Lang's brilliant and magnificent life.
This small interview was insignificant compared to Lin Lang's future great achievements and his tumultuous experiences.
However, it was precisely such a small scene, which Lin Lang did not care about, that became a topic of widespread discussion and quickly boosted Lin Lang's fame in the millennium after it was broadcast on various media television stations or published in newspapers.
After Lin Lang finished his media interview, Motorcycle Goddess Zhou Mengyao, like a little fangirl, came up to him.
“Old classmate, congratulations again on winning the Master Cup! Your performance in the final was super cool, and your exquisite piano skills are truly unrivaled!”
Lin Lang replied boastfully, “A small achievement, not worth mentioning.”
Zhou Mengyao said, unable to hide her happiness, “How should we celebrate your Master Cup victory?”
Lin Lang actually replied, “Buy buildings.”
“What for?”
“Are you buying buildings to celebrate your Master Cup victory?” Zhou Mengyao looked puzzled.
Lin Lang replied, “That's right!”
Zhou Mengyao said in surprise, “Your way of celebrating is quite unique. Who buys buildings to celebrate an award?!”
Lin Lang, however, replied, “Mengyao, you should learn from me. From now on, buy buildings when you're happy, and buy buildings when you're unhappy. Buy buildings for things worth celebrating, and buy buildings when there's nothing to celebrate.”
“In short, whether you have something or nothing, you should buy buildings. Whenever you have spare money, you should buy buildings in Shanghai.”
“I'll be the Property Brother of Shanghai, and you'll be the Property Sister of Shanghai. How about we compete to see who buys more buildings?”
Zhou Mengyao wiped away a cold sweat after hearing this and weakly said, “Lin Lang, your thought process is very peculiar. Having too many houses doesn't mean you can eat them. Why would we buy so many buildings in Shanghai?”
Lin Lang shrugged and said, “Do you even need to ask?”
“Of course, it's real estate investment!”
“Currently, the average housing price in Shanghai is only 3000 chinese yuan, and in the suburbs of Shanghai, it's only 1200 chinese yuan per square meter. A townhouse in Hongqiao District is only 5000 chinese yuan per square meter. It's practically like picking up free money, so of course, we need to start buying, buying, buying.”
“Lin Lang, do you mean that Shanghai's housing prices will experience a significant increase?”
Lin Lang replied, “Not only will Shanghai's housing prices experience rapid growth with the economic take-off of China, but housing prices across the entire country will also see a general increase as national income rises.”
“As China's modern metropolis, Shanghai's future housing prices will exceed your imagination, so we need to plan ahead and acquire a large amount of quality real estate in Shanghai.”
Zhou Mengyao said in surprise after hearing this, “Why are you so sure that Shanghai's housing prices will experience a significant increase?”
Lin Lang naturally couldn't reply that he was a transmigrator.
So, Lin Lang said with a smile, “Mengyao, have you forgotten?”
“I am a top student in finance. From a socioeconomic perspective, China is about to undergo tremendous development, and real estate appreciation is inevitable.”
Zhou Mengyao chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Although I am a descendant of a former Shanghai real estate magnate, I haven't inherited the gene for mastering real estate business from the Zhou family bloodline. I don't understand real estate investment~”
“But since you are so confident that housing prices across the country will experience a significant increase, then I'll trust you and invest in some real estate in Shanghai. Waiting for it to appreciate also feels pretty good.”
Zhou Mengyao playfully stuck out her tongue and smiled.
“Mengyao, you trust me that much?”
“It's precisely because I trust you unconditionally that I switched to rain tires for the ARRC Asia Women's Road Motorcycle Championship race on a clear day, and then it suddenly rained halfway through the race, allowing me to fortunately win the season championship and become the top-ranked female racer in Asia!”
“So Lin Lang, no matter what you say in the future, I will trust you unconditionally~”
Lin Lang half-jokingly said, “Then what if I say I want to marry you?”
Zhou Mengyao's face flushed slightly upon hearing this, and she asked back with affectionate eyes, “Are you proposing to me now?”
When masters spar, they stop at the perfect moment.
To gain the upper hand in a relationship, one should not confess first; the person who falls in love first is the loser.
Therefore, Lin Lang played hard to get, changing the subject and saying, “Mengyao, you are quite fair-skinned, your skin is even glowing!”
Zhou Mengyao thought to herself, “Is Lin Lang deliberately avoiding the topic because he doesn't like me?”
“Or is he playing hard to get, wanting me to confess to him first?”
After this thought, Zhou Mengyao raised her exquisite little face and said haughtily, “Hmph~ If you don't want to say it, then don't! People who like this young lady can line up from Shanghai to France, so I don't lack you~”
Lin Lang laughed and said, “Let's go, Young Lady Zhou, if we don't go buy buildings now, the sales office will close.”
“Mhm.” Zhou Mengyao nodded beautifully.
Two people who both want to win are only suitable for playing mahjong together.
In a relationship, someone always has to humble themselves first and express their affection to the other person.
Clearly, in this emotional game of constantly escalating ambiguity, both Zhou Mengyao and Lin Lang did not want to be the one chasing. Although they liked each other, they both wanted to control the other.
Although this thin layer of window paper had not yet been pierced, Zhou Mengyao's beautiful eyes were already full of Lin Lang, and her heart could no longer accommodate any other man.
Lin Lang bid farewell to the event program team, and carrying his trophy and award certificate, he walked into the elevator with the sweet and cool Motorcycle Goddess Zhou Mengyao, chatting and laughing.
“Ding…”
The elevator doors slowly opened.
Lin Lang pressed the button for the basement level, heading to the Shanghai Television Station underground parking lot.
Lin Lang drove the black Audi A6, carrying the beautiful Zhou Mengyao, slowly out of the Shanghai Television Station underground parking lot.
AI Generated Beautiful Photo of Zhou Mengyao in the Car
While driving.
Inside the car radio, Shanghai FM Music Radio Channel was playing the popular song of that year, “At Least There's You.” Sandy Lam's melancholic and sorrowful voice gave this classic love song a lot of flavor.
I'm afraid it's too late, I want to hold you
Until I feel your wrinkles
Bear the marks of time
Until I'm sure you're real
Until I lose my strength
For you, I am willing
Even if I can't move, I'll still look at you
Until I feel your hairline
Has traces of white snow
Until my vision blurs
Until I can't breathe
Let us be inseparable…
Lin Lang sat in the driver's seat of the Audi A6, driving towards the sales office while humming a song in high spirits, exuding his irresistible charm everywhere and at all times.
Listening to the nostalgic love song, driving through the streets of Shanghai in the millennium.
The stunning beauty Zhou Mengyao sat in the passenger seat, accompanying him, with the honorary trophy and certificate thrown in the back seat of the car. At this moment, Lin Lang was the envy of others.
Zhou Mengyao's faint fragrance permeated the car.
It was definitely the scent of ambiguity.
Zhou Mengyao, sitting in the passenger seat, occasionally looked at Lin Lang, captivated by his talent and handsomeness, her eyes revealing admiration and love, so affectionate that it was almost tangible.
It was definitely the feeling of a fluttering heart.
