Chapter 127

  Stacy put down the tray in her hand and gave Thomas a white eye, "Hmph! You're sensible." She saw Fang Mo Nan and said, "Nan Nan, why did you go for so long before coming back?"

  "Weren't we just having a gathering before leaving? It's only been three days." Fang Mo Nan blinked his eyes, "Is it that long?"

  "You two are really foodies." Andres said with a smile.

  "Each other, each other," Thomas said. "Haha..." Everyone looked at each other and burst out laughing.

  Fang Mo Nan glanced at his watch, it was almost noon, and quickly walked into the kitchen to make two more simple dishes. The people in the living room began to finalize the songs for Mo Bei's album recording and other related matters.

  Today is considered a celebration of Mo Bei Xiao having some fame.

  Lunch was sumptuous. The two little treasures were sent to kindergarten and didn't come back at noon, so there wasn't the usual chaotic scene at the dinner table.

  Everyone was eating and chatting, Stacy curiously asked: "Bibi, who did your makeup? It's so cool!"

  "It's really stylish and has a lot of personality." Little Auntie also praised.

  "This is what my sister transformed into." Mo Bei said.

  "Ah! I didn't expect that! Nan Nan still has this trick up his sleeve." Stacy's eyes widened, and she patted Fang Mo Nan's small shoulder, "He's really been hiding his true abilities!"

  Thomas put down his spoon and said seriously: "If that's the case, then Beibei's cover makeup photo will be handed over to you, Nannan."

  "Ah! Cough... cough..." Fang Mo Nan was choked. Stacy hurriedly patted her back, "Thank you!" She also said: "I'm not a professional at this."

  "No... you're giving Ma Bei's makeup a run for its money, even professionals can't compare to you." Thomas said confidently: "Trust my judgment, no mistake. You're the most suitable one."

  "Alright!" Fang Mo Nan agreed, and besides, she wasn't too keen on the current style anyway. After confirming the time, Fang Mo Nan specially set aside a day to go to the photo studio.

  After the photos came out, Fang Mengnan surprisingly appeared on the cover of the famous American fashion magazine "Vogue".

  "Haha......the effect is quite good and has a very oil painting style." Fang Mo Nan said.

  "You're still smiling." Mo Bei said angrily, picking up the pillow on the sofa and throwing it over. "I studied classical music, but my photo was published in a fashion magazine." She took out the record, turned on the stereo, and beautiful classical music came out.

  "Is this okay? Does it make a difference?" Fang Mengnan pointed to the photo in the magazine, a coastal scene with a barefoot girl, black long hair, and a reddish-brown violin. A loose, wrinkled white dress fluttered in the wind, and everything was disheveled from the storm. The background was a dark sky with thick clouds, and a seagull struggled against the wind and waves in the distance. An old cowboy hat and a pirate skull flag were blown about in the wind. The entire scene was gloomy and dark, yet full of fighting spirit and hope, with a strong oil painting flavor.

  "You can just treat it as a publicity stunt." Fang Mo Nan said indifferently.

  "It's also true that everyone in the world is here for their own gain, record companies aren't charities." Mo Bei thought for a moment and said.

  "Beethoven, Mozart, Bach. These names that have been passed down for hundreds of years are paired with such a cover. I just hope that in the end, what you hear is classical music, and not get cheated." Mo Bei joked.

  The last piece of music is cheerful and bright, completely changing the gentle beauty of the previous one. There's a family member who studies classical music. Fang Mo Nan is now considered half a music enthusiast, "Is this piece composed by you?"

  "Mmm!" Mo Bei nodded, "You heard it."

  "The style is very similar to yours, and it's quite different from the previous one," Fang Mo Nan said.

  Xiao Yi, Da Bao and Er Ya also returned at this time. Seeing the photos in the magazine, "Sister is really beautiful."

  "Are there any negatives? Let's wash a few and send them back home." Xiaoyi thought first, "To share with everyone, our family's Xiao Bei's first album, of great commemorative significance."

  "Oh! I'll have them add a few more," said Mo Bei.

  "Ah! Our Meibei is a celebrity now, I really didn't expect that." Xiaoyi muttered with a silly smile.

  After the release of Moerbei's album, there was a lot of free publicity from the media beforehand. This classical violin album sold quite well and rose steadily.

  But the evaluation within the circle is sharp and piercing, whether the genius composer girl is just a gimmick, sensationalizing for fame and fortune, selling her soul, desecrating their sacred music with cover photos, etc. Even paparazzi dug up Mo Bei's various "evil deeds" in school.

  It's terrible, almost all negative news. My aunt looked at the criticism in the newspaper and magazine, her hands shaking with anger. "Nonsense! How could my Xiaobei be so vicious as to beat someone up and put them in the hospital, causing their classmates to transfer schools?"

  "Auntie, getting angry with them is only adding trouble for yourself." Fang Mo Nan looked at these newspapers without even the mood to open and read.

  Xiao Yi looked at the two sitting calmly and said, "Nan Nan, don't be angry, it's understandable. She's not the one involved, what about you, Xiao Bei, aren't you concerned?"

  "Yes! Bebe, we haven't received so much negative criticism before, there's no way to convince you with experience. But I still hope you don't take those reporters' words too seriously. They're just following the wind, it's their professional instinct, making money, not because you did anything wrong." Stacy comforted.

  Andres also said: "Don't mind their evaluation too much."

  "I'm fine, they're just criticizing my makeup and cover photos, aesthetics, and haven't said anything about how bad or off-key my piano skills are." Mo Bei shrugged his shoulders, "What's there for me to be bothered about?"

  "Indeed! Bebe's piano skills have truly surpassed mine, flawless!" Andres said, not forgetting to compliment himself. He was getting more and more shameless, no longer like the decadent and aged person he used to be when they first met.

  Auntie said, "By the way, Leonard also called to congratulate you on your first album, which squeezed into the top three in the non-vocal music category. And don't mind what the media says." She continued, "Ludwig also made a similar call, telling you not to mind the media's nonsense."

  "Sales are not bad, Thomas should thank the media for their free publicity." Mo Bei said with a self-deprecating smile, "They called at the wrong time, I didn't answer." Mo Bei said: "Call him back in a while. Say thanks."

  Andres said: "Bebi, you have to keep working hard! Try to use your strength to shut up those gossiping guys."

  "Uh-huh! I know. I will move forward towards my goal." Mo Bei said, with two master-level figures by her side encouraging and driving her on, she clearly knew what her own goals were and wouldn't be swayed by external disturbances.

  As the album sales soared, the brokerage firm had other ideas about this cool girl. Hoping to quickly squeeze out her greatest energy, they arranged a lot of exposure opportunities for her. However, Thomas blocked them. At first, Mo Bei's brokerage contract was signed very loosely. Because she didn't lack money. At that time, she wasn't so eager for fame, so such a contract couldn't really constrain her.

  Fortunately, after a period of time, the brokerage firm discovered that Fang Mo's approach of not attending any interview programs, only releasing albums, composing music, and occasionally taking avant-garde photos to attract attention, made her audience more loyal. Her low-key lifestyle, unique dressing habits, and wealthy, highly educated background from the East all gave her a strong mysterious appeal. This mystery also made her a substantial musician in the hearts of listeners, rather than a fleeting pop star.

  But fame was the first time. Accustomed to being valued like this. After getting used to being chased by people, Mo Bei reminded herself every moment to keep a humble heart, and she even asked Fang Mo Nan to write down "not rejoicing in things, not sorrowing for oneself", these eight words, not rejoicing or worrying about changes in the environment; a humble heart is a state of mind. Often warning herself. Can only wish that rationality is always present, upholding her original heart, lest she loses direction.

  Thomas has been in a great mood lately, not to mention the album of Moby. Just talking about Dr. Dre's single, it was quietly released and quickly became popular among students who exercise and cheerleading teams, plus at the Grammy Awards, Snoop Dogg danced. The dance song is now spreading like a virus, not only across the United States but also rapidly fermenting in Europe.

  Thomas, who was previously pleased with the unexpected success, began to worry as he saw the sales surge. He couldn't sit still because this was a secret release by Fang Mernan, and it was a single. Fortunately, with computers now, costs were compressed, and the price of records wasn't set high, but the quantity was too large!

  "Better get Andres over here for a chat." Thomas muttered to himself as he dialed the phone number.

  Half an hour later, Andres and Stacy arrived at the recording studio. Unlike Stacy's bright smile, both Andres and Thomas were shrouded in dark clouds, looking gloomy.

  Thomas looked at Andres sitting opposite him and said: "Old buddy, what's going on? Can't hold it in, this momentum is too fierce."

  Andres couldn't help but smile wryly and said, "I have no choice but to tell the truth. At that time, I thought nobody could see through her true nature, so I just did some technical processing." He could only comfort himself in his heart like this.

  "What are you guys talking about?" Stacy said with a smile: "You look so serious, is it that serious?"

  Thomas moved the computer screen over to face her, and after Stacy finished watching, "She's really good at jumping, so familiar, ah! And it looks like Nan's dance." She exclaimed loudly. "Wait a minute, now schools and street dances are all doing this, reducing the risk of empty flips." She glanced at one and then looked at the other's facial expression, "You two didn't release it without Nan's consent, did you?" The two nodded, "It wouldn't be possible without Nan's agreement!"

  "Haha...... you guessed it right, unfortunately there's no prize." Andres said with a bitter smile.

  Stacy got up and paced back and forth, "You! What can I say about you guys? Why didn't you consult me first. But to be honest, this single is really great, it gets people's blood pumping, perfect for dancing and working out." She sat down again, "Thomas, I'm curious how many copies were sold, why the long faces?"

  Thomas raised one finger, and Stacy began to guess: "One hundred thousand." He shook his head. "One million" He shook his head again. "Ten million" He still shook his head. Stacy watched him shake his head, her heart beating faster and faster, her eyes getting bigger and bigger. "One hundred million" Seeing him nod, she suddenly collapsed onto the sofa, muttering to herself: "This is simply a miracle!"