I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 443 441: The Strongest Lineup in History

"Top-level traffic star Wang Zhan, Xiao Yibo, and Cai Kunxu confirmed to participate in the recording of 'Sons of the Future'! They will attend as Hua Yuhan's support singing guests!"

An explosive news piece appeared on the internet.

It's known that among these three, fans of two of them had once erupted in an earth-shattering battle, and now the two appearing on the same stage had sent all fans into a frenzy.

The internet has no memory, and negative news about Hua Yuhan almost vanishes completely, replaced by anticipation for this performance stage and admiration for the Hua Family's enormous clout.

Rehearsing a stage together isn't something you can pull off in just a few hours—it takes at least a week of rehearsals and practice to achieve a seamless performance.

As top-tier celebrities, their schedules are absolutely packed. To carve out a week, no, even half a day, is incredibly challenging.

Wang Zhan and Xiao Yibo were both filming their new projects in different crews, while Cai Kunxu was recording a variety show. To get them to stop filming is not just about having money—their bosses behind the scenes are not simple characters!

Being able to have these three as support singing guests under such circumstances truly shows how powerful the Hua Family is.

"Charge!"

"Yibo!"

"Battle!"

"Hubby!"

"Looking forward to Hua Yuhan's performance stage!"

"I've got my votes ready, just waiting to cast them!"

"Those who don't vote aren't Huaxia people!"

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Hua Yuhan's support was unprecedented for a time.

But the fans of Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao had an entirely different attitude.

The previous battle of wealth was like a fight between immortals; Zhang Menglong emerged as the victor with an overwhelming presence, and even Hua Ye didn't let out a peep by the end. Would Zhang Menglong stand by and watch his girlfriend get outshone? That'd be nonsense! When had Zhang Menglong ever admitted defeat?

"Haha, a bunch of braindead fans think you can win just by bringing in a few traffic stars?"

"You're underestimating Boss Zhang. If it's something money can take care of, there's nothing he can't do!"

"Do you really think Boss Zhang is nothing but money and looks? Do you really think Boss Zhang has no connections or background? Just with money, he could get to where he is now?"

"Ridiculous! A bunch of mortals trying to compete with a god of wealth, I'm actually starting to look forward to the performance stage!"

"I'm making a note of it here. If Lu Yiyao's presence at the time can't beat that Hua Yuhan, I'll live stream myself eating five tons of shit!"

"Bookmarking this! Making sure OP doesn't go back on their word."

"Boss Zhang, say something! Who have you invited? Are you going to heaven to ask Lu to bring down the Buddha?"

"It's got to be nothing less than superstar-level at least! Don't forget, when Boss Zhang defeated Yi Network Music, he bought the rights to almost all of the top-level singers' works. With his money, do you think those superstars could resist?"

...

Just as they guessed, if Zhang Menglong was to choose, he'd go for the superstars!

Traffic stars have massive fan bases, sure, but don't forget, compared to those real superstars, their singing abilities are leagues behind!

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It may seem that those few have a large share of the entertainment market, but does it mean that those Gods of Song and superstars are no good anymore?

What a joke! Even if they aren't active in the circle anymore, their works still resonate in the streets and alleys. Mention their works, and people can immediately recall the titles and the names of the creators—those are the eternal classics!

Guo Fuchen, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Huaxia, had dominated the music world for decades and had now withdrawn from the entertainment industry to enjoy a happy life with his lovely wife.

As usual, he was playing with his child in the garden when suddenly, his phone vibrated, and a notification from the bank made his whole body jolt.

Dear Mr. Guo Fuchen, your foreign exchange account ending in 9834 has received 100,000,000 US Dollars!

"A hundred million dollars?" Seeing the number, Guo Fuchen's pupils dilated considerably.

As one of the top guns, his net worth had already exceeded 2 billion Huaxia currency five years ago, owning luxury cars and mansions, living a carefree life of wealth and comfort.

Now, he was managing several companies, and they could all be described as smooth sailing.

But beneath this quality of life, he also spent money fiercely. Although his total assets were now close to 30 billion Huaxia yuan, most of them were fixed assets, and there were only about two or three billion in liquid funds.

This 100 million US dollars accounted for a whole fifth of his fortune!

"Who the hell sent this money?" Guo Fuchen called his wife over, but she also had no idea what was going on.

At that moment, his personal phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

First, there was a baffling large transfer, and now a stranger's call; all this made him very nervous.

"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Guo Fuchen?" The voice on the other end sounded very young.

"Speaking, who's this?"

"Let me introduce myself. You might have heard of me, God of Song. My name is Zhang Menglong. I was the one who sent that money just now."

"Zhang Menglong? The world's richest man?" Although he had been out of the loop enjoying time with his family, the news of the world's richest man changing hands was something everyone knew about. Zhang Menglong had also directly purchased the rights to his songs from his original agency, which meant they had almost no contact.

"Mr. Zhang, what's the meaning of sending me such a large sum of money all of a sudden?"

"I'd like Mr. Guo to do me a favor," Zhang Menglong said straight to the point, "This is a deposit. If Mr. Guo is willing to help, the other half will be transferred to Mr. Guo's account afterwards."

"Please go ahead, Mr. Zhang," Declining to make money was foolish, especially such a substantial amount. This one billion was just half of the deposit; a fee of two billion would amount to half his fortune!

"I hope Mr. Guo can serve as a guest singer for my girlfriend," Zhang Menglong explained the situation briefly.

"Is that it?" Even a world tour concert wouldn't bring Guo Fuchen tens of millions of Huaxia yuan.

Now that he was getting older, his ability to earn wasn't as fearsome as when he was younger, and here he was, about to earn two billion dollars just for spending a week on a program as a guest singer. Wasn't that practically a giveaway?

"Just that!"

...

On this day, many bigshots in the Huaxia entertainment industry received such a deposit, and Zhang Menglong wasn't satisfied to only reach out to domestic stars—he extended his reach overseas.

"Andy Lau, are you free? Help sing a song?"

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Never mind who I am. My girlfriend is competing in half a month and needs a group of guest singers."

"What do you think I am, a street singer? Guest singing? And a group of them?"

"A deposit of one hundred million, another hundred million for the final payment, in US dollars!" Zhang Menglong threw down his trump card.

Ding! Dear Mr. Liu, your foreign exchange account ending in 9834 has received 100,000,000 US dollars!

Andy Lau's eyes widened in shock: "Sing! What song? No, wait! Any song works!"

...

"Jay Chou, short on cash lately?"

"Teacher Gong, taking private gigs?"

"Mr. Domingo, do you have some time? Two billion dollars for a week, all expenses covered!"

"Mr. Carreras..."

...

"Still feels like something's missing," Zhang Menglong murmured, thinking.

"Right! Besides backing vocals, we definitely need a few dancers and some instrumentalists!"

Zhang Menglong continued making calls.

"Teacher Luo? No, no, not about time management, aren't you the King of Dance? I was hoping you could help out with some dancing!"

"Lang Lang, is that you? Yes, it's me, Zhang Menglong. Could you help me out? Oh, you're not interested in money? What about a Chopin-played piano I have over here, Interested in that?"

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This time, he was going to put together the strongest lineup in history!