nucmednet Chapter 98. Buy 1 Get 1 Free
Chapter 98. Buy 1 Get 1 Free
Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Okay, you sing, I support you. But Wang Bo, if you mess it up, I won't comfort you."
"I won't mess it up," Wang Bo said confidently. "I will let everyone know that folk music is alive and thriving."
When he said this, his eyes were bright, as if they held the stars.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at him and suddenly felt her heart beat faster. She unconsciously tightened her grip on his arm and pressed her body closer to his.
Wang Bo felt her movements, and the heat he had finally managed to suppress surged up again.
He tried to calm himself down, but the scent of Su Xiaoxiao's perfume—top notes of citrus, middle notes of rose, and base notes of cedar—kept wafting into his nose.
"Wang Bo," Su Xiaoxiao suddenly whispered, "you know what? You looked really handsome just now."
Wang Bo turned to look at her and found that her face was very close to his, close enough to see the curve of her eyelashes and the light reflected in her eyes.
"Really?" His voice was a little dry.
"Hmm," Su Xiaoxiao nodded, a smile playing on her lips, "You're really handsome, so now I understand why Yuji and Yiyi like you so much."
Wang Bo laughed: "President Su, you must be joking..."
"I'm not joking," Su Xiaoxiao looked directly at him, "Wang Bo, if I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a voice.
"Professor Wang Bo, we've finally found you!"
A young man in a suit and glasses ran over, panting, and said, "Director Zhao asked me to come find you. He wants to talk to you about the arrangements for the next episode."
Su Xiaoxiao instantly reverted to her businesslike expression and slightly loosened her grip on Wang Bo's hand.
"Where is Director Zhao?" she asked.
"In the lounge on the second floor," the young man said, "he said that if it's convenient for Professor Wang Bo, we can go there now."
Wang Bo glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, who nodded: "Go ahead, business is more important. I'll wait for you here."
"Okay," Wang Bo said to the young man, "please lead the way."
As Wang Bo followed the young man out of the banquet hall, he glanced back.
Su Xiaoxiao remained standing in the same spot, her deep blue velvet dress gleaming softly under the lights.
On his way to the lounge, Wang Bo touched his chest; his heart was still beating fast.
It wasn't because of the upcoming meeting with the director, but because of Su Xiaoxiao's unfinished sentence and the unusual light that flashed in her eyes.
It's said that twins have a telepathic connection; if the older sister likes something, the younger sister will also like it.
The next morning, at Lin'an High-Speed Railway Station.
Su Xiaoxiao wore a beige business suit with a khaki trench coat, her long hair neatly tied into a high ponytail, and sunglasses covering half of her face, exuding the aura of a female CEO who is unapproachable.
Su Yiyi wore a light apricot-colored knit sweater with white trousers, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. She carried a thermal bag and looked as gentle as an art teacher going on a picnic.
Wang Bo was wearing the same suit as last night, except he had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, his face clearly saying "I'm not awake yet."
"Wang Bo," Su Xiaoxiao pushed up her sunglasses, "did you go thieving last night? Your dark circles are practically down to your chin."
Wang Bo yawned: "I was writing songs until 3 a.m.
"Writing a song?" Su Yiyi asked with concern. "Is it for the fourth episode? There's no need to rush, you still have three days when you get back."
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at her watch: "Alright, the car's about to leave, let's talk in the car. Wang Bo, remember, although today's show is called 'The Implied Meaning,' you have to be mindful of every word you say. Don't go too far, but don't be too timid either. That 300,000 yuan isn't for nothing; you have to make the audience feel it's worth it."
The three boarded the high-speed train; the business class carriage wasn't crowded.
As soon as she sat down, Su Xiaoxiao took out a tablet from her bag and opened several documents.
"This is what my sister and I compiled last night," she said, handing the tablet to Wang Bo. "It's about the academic backgrounds of Professor Chen, Dr. Li, and Editor-in-Chief Zhang, their public statements, and the points they might use to attack. Take a look while you can, at least you need to know what their opponents have to offer."
Wang Bo took the tablet; the document was densely packed, spanning more than a dozen pages.
Professor Chen, 56, is a renowned cultural scholar who has published works such as "The Advantages of Western Civilization and the Limitations of Eastern Culture" and "From the Four Great Inventions to Modern Technology: The Decline and Reflection of Chinese Civilization." He has stated on multiple public occasions that "traditional Chinese culture is no longer suitable for modern society and should be thoroughly Westernized like Japan."
Dr. Li, 43 years old, holds a PhD in Sociology from Harvard University. After returning to China, he taught at a top university. His papers mainly focus on "the suppression of individual creativity by Eastern collectivism" and he believes that "Western individualism is the cornerstone of modern social progress."
Editor-in-Chief Zhang, 48 years old, is the editor-in-chief of the Chinese edition of an international cultural magazine. Ninety percent of the magazine's content is about Western culture. In one column, he wrote: "The rise of the 'Guochao' (national trend) is a manifestation of cultural inferiority complex, just like poor people suddenly becoming rich and frantically buying luxury goods. The essence is a lack of confidence."
Wang Bo's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he looked at the screen.
Su Yiyi said softly, "These people... they all speak in such absolutes."
"It's not absolute, it's biased," Su Xiaoxiao scoffed. "But they wear the titles of experts and scholars, and ordinary viewers are easily fooled. Wang Bo, your biggest challenge today isn't to win the debate, but to make the audience understand—these so-called experts are actually biased."
Wang Bo put down the tablet: "I understand, it's about exposing the emperor's new clothes."
"Yes," Su Xiaoxiao nodded, "but you can't just say 'you're liars.' You have to use facts and logic to peel back their layers of pretense. This requires knowledge and debating skills—are you up to it?"
Wang Bo laughed: "President Su, do you know what I used to do... cough, do you know what I wore?"
Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback: "You're hanging out with Yu Ji, so poor you're secretly doing manual labor?"
"I minored in philosophy," Wang Bo rolled his eyes. There was no way I would do manual labor. A rich woman offered me 10,000 yuan a night, but I didn't agree. "I also participated in the university debate team and won the best debater award. That's more than enough to deal with these half-baked experts."
Su Xiaoxiao and Su Yiyi exchanged a glance, unable to tell what was true and what was false.
Their knowledge of Wang Bo was limited to what they learned from Zhou Yuji after he joined Yuji Entertainment.
The high-speed train sped along, and the scenery outside the window rushed past.
Wang Bo closed his eyes to rest, but in reality, he was organizing his thoughts for the debate in his mind.
Is traditional Chinese culture no longer suitable for modern society?
Is Western individualism superior to Eastern collectivism?
How should we view the cultural inferiority complex behind the rise of the "Guochao" (national trend)?
These three questions, though seemingly grand, are actually riddled with flaws.
The high-speed train arrived in Shanghai in about an hour.
The production team sent a car to pick them up and take them directly to the recording location—the cultural interview studio of Shanghai TV station.