SAG -Chapter 169 The Mysterious Mr. Zhang

That night, the mysterious Mr. Zhang climbed onto the trending search rankings. At the same time, everyone became curious about the crisis Fang Hua had mentioned.

However, when many people searched online for anything related to Fang Hua in 1988, they found nothing unusual. On the contrary, Fang Hua’s career had been going very well in 1988. This only made the discussion even more heated.

At the same time, people became even more curious about this mysterious Mr. Zhang.

However, for now, no one knew who Mr. Zhang really was, so they could only discuss it online.

That night, Zhang Siyan did not go back with Zhang Ran and the others. Instead, she first went to have a late-night snack outside with her roommates before finally sending them back.

Because the two little ones were sleepy, Zhang Ran did not go with them to eat supper.

Zhang Sicheng and Liu Lu also had their own work the next day, so they went back early to rest.

Coincidentally, when Zhang Siyan and her roommates got into the elevator this time, they once again ran into Fang Hua.

“You must be Manager Zhang, right?” Unexpectedly, this time, Fang Hua was the one who took the initiative to greet them. He still remembered Zhou Min’s introduction from the previous day.

Zhang Siyan nodded and said, “Hello, Mr. Fang.”

“Manager Zhang and Mr. Zhang are…?” Fang Hua asked curiously.

He had previously seen Zhang Siyan sitting beside Zhang Ran, and since they both had the surname Zhang, he guessed that the two of them must be related. This was also the reason he had taken the initiative to greet her.

Zhou Min and the other two beside her froze.

Their minds seemed to short-circuit.

Could the Mr. Zhang Fang Hua was talking about really be Siyan’s father?

Zhang Siyan gave them the answer.

“The Mr. Zhang you’re referring to is my father.”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Fang Hua’s face instantly became much more sincere.

“Miss Zhang, tomorrow I will be visiting Mr. Zhang. I hope you’ll forgive me for disturbing you.”

“Mr. Fang, you’re too polite. My father will definitely be very happy to see you,” Zhang Siyan said with a smile.

…

After the four of them returned to the room, Zhou Min and the other two still had not recovered. They stared blankly at Zhang Siyan.

“Siyan, what exactly is Uncle Zhang’s background? How does he even know Heavenly King Fang?” Zhou Min said in a daze.

She already knew that Zhang Ran knew Prince Haiman. Now Fang Hua had appeared as well. Her current mood was the same as Zhang Siyan and the others’ when they had first found out at the concert.

“That’s right, Siyan! You’ve really made it big now!” Huang Huihui immediately screamed from the side in surprise.

“I’m not very clear either. Back then, before we were even born, he boarded the Goddess of Fate. I don’t actually know much about my father’s affairs,” Zhang Siyan said, shaking her head.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about that. Right, no wonder Uncle Zhang asked you some time ago whether you wanted Fang Hua as the spokesperson. So that’s what he meant.” Zhou Min suddenly remembered what Zhang Ran had said some time ago and immediately realized it.

“No, I need to make an endorsement proposal. Since Uncle Zhang is willing to help this time, we must secure this endorsement,” Zhou Min said. As she spoke, the topic shifted back to work.

Although she was also excited and shocked, compared with work, those feelings were still secondary. Right now, she needed to focus on her job.

…

After Zhang Ran returned home, he went to sleep.

Zhang Sicheng and Liu Lu did not ask anything either. By now, they had long figured it out. If their father wanted to tell them something, they would simply listen. If he did not want to say it, they would not ask.

Besides, even if they wanted to ask, they would not know how to phrase it.

Were they supposed to ask their father how many important people he knew?

…

Early the next morning, Zhang Siyan brought Zhou Min and the others, as well as Qian Li, over to the house. Qian Li had only found out about the matter the previous night.

Qian Li had not gone to the concert. She had been very busy with work recently. Moreover, it was no longer just a matter of two districts in Shanghai. According to Zhang Siyan’s plan, once the new product officially launched, she would hand the general agency rights for the new product to Qian Li.

So Qian Li was even busier than Zhang Siyan. After all, she did not have Huo Zhiyuan and Zhang Ran helping her arrange everything.

The first thing Qian Li said when she saw Zhang Ran was, “Uncle Zhang, didn’t you say you couldn’t write songs?”

She had thought of this possibility before, which was why she had asked that question. But Zhang Ran had said he could not write songs, so she had subconsciously dismissed her guess.

She had not expected that the truth would actually match what she had guessed.

Zhang Ran said innocently, “I really can’t write songs.”

“Then what’s going on with Fang Hua’s song?”

“That song was written by someone else. It wasn’t written by me,” Zhang Ran said sincerely.

Qian Li opened her mouth but could not say anything.

Judging from what Zhang Ran had revealed so far, his status back then had probably not been low either. Finding someone to write a song should have been a very simple matter for him.

“Right, Uncle Zhang, what exactly did you help Fang Hua with back then?” Qian Li quickly shifted her attention to this.

While pouring tea for everyone, Zhang Ran said, “Just a small favor. There’s no need to mention it.”

That matter was not exactly a good thing for Fang Hua either, and Zhang Ran had no intention of making it known to the whole world.

Hearing Zhang Ran say this, Qian Li stopped asking.

Before long, Fang Hua arrived, carrying a large pile of gifts.

“You could have just come. Why bring so many things?” Zhang Ran said politely. This seemed to have already become a standard phrase when Chinese people received guests.

Fang Hua smiled and said, “How could I come to visit without bringing gifts? It’s just a small token of my regard.”

After everyone sat down, Zhang Ran introduced the others to Fang Hua. Then he began casually chatting with Fang Hua.

Huang Huihui and the others merely watched curiously from the side. They did not go forward to disturb them, nor did they take photos. They still understood this much about proper guest etiquette.

“Thank you for remembering the song all these years. Thank you.” Zhang Ran raised a cup of tea to Fang Hua in place of wine.

Fang Hua smiled and said, “That is what I should have done. It was also my promise back then.”

“By the way, Mr. Zhang, why did you only come to my concert now? I remember that in 1992 and 1993, quite a few people knew about this matter,” Fang Hua asked curiously.

Zhang Ran sighed and briefly explained his own situation.

After listening, Fang Hua came to a sudden understanding. Although he still had many questions in his heart, he did not ask too much.

What happened next left Huang Huihui and the others dumbfounded.

Zhang Ran asked, “Fang Hua, do you play games?”

“Occasionally.”

“Perfect. My son’s company just developed a game. Even Prince Haiman played it and said it was good. Do you want to give it a try?” Zhang Ran suggested.

Fang Hua froze for a moment, then laughed helplessly.

“I should have thought of it earlier. At first, I thought it was just the same name. So the person who played games with Prince Haiman back then really was you.”

“Actually, I’ve also been playing PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. It really is quite interesting,” Fang Hua continued.

Although he rarely played games, Prince Haiman’s fame was still quite influential here. Out of curiosity, Fang Hua had downloaded the game and tried it.

“Perfect. Let’s team up. By the way, would it be convenient for you to livestream it, just like Prince Haiman did?” Zhang Ran asked with a smile.

“Of course. That’s part of what I do,” Fang Hua said without refusing.

In truth, Fang Hua did not only feel gratitude toward Zhang Ran. He also had some intention of forming a closer relationship with him.

Leaving aside Zhang Ran’s relationship with Prince Haiman, which Fang Hua had only just learned about, Fang Hua knew even better how powerful Zhang Ran had been in the past.

He did not know Zhang Ran’s situation in the mainland, but in Hong Kong’s upper society, especially around 1990, he had heard this name more than once or twice.