"Sister Zhang, Mr. Chen, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Chen Chong waved his hand and said goodbye to Huang Yunling. After Zhang Aijia started the car, he said, "This girl is less than ］ years old, right? Rolling Stones are squeezing child labor. Doesn't she have to go to school?"

"No, she just goes to work part-time after school." Zhang Aijia explained: "Don't underestimate her. This girl is very angry and says she wants to make money to go to Vienna to attend the Conservatory of Music, and she works very hard.

"So sensible and promising." Chen Chong exclaimed a few words and said, "I remember when you were at that time, you probably were crazy and playing around, right?"

"I was really rebellious at that time. I was specifically facing my mother. She didn't let me go. I must go." Zhang Aijia showed a look of nostalgia on her face, then sighed and said, "Thinking about it now, I was really ignorant before. Alas, in the blink of an eye, I was old and I was about to be thirty."

"Thirty-one flowers, the older they get, the more charming they become." Chen Chong said with a shy face: "I like you the most. When it is ripe, it is like a peach in June and July. When it bites, it is tender and delicate and delicious."

Zhang Aijia's cheeks were red by his ambiguous words. She glared at him and threatened: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will definitely call the police and say you are a hooligan, teasing women, and let the people from the weathering team arrest you."

Chen Chong chuckled a few times, and after a while, he said, "You are a little special today."

"What's wrong?"

"I have never had any intimate actions with me before. Tonight, I took the initiative to hold my hand. The beauty favored me and was flattered."

"Go." Zhang Aijia rolled his eyes and said, "If there are outsiders here, I compromise and take care of your big man's face."

"It's true that Lan Xin is smart and virtuous, and she has such a virtuous wife, so what can her husband ask for?"

Zhang Aijia was thoughtful and looked at him secretly, then said softly: "Luo Dayou has always been thinking about me, and I don't know how to refuse, so..."

"I understand." Chen Chong nodded and grinned, "But I'm still jealous."

"I didn't do anything to you if I'm so sorry."

"As soon as a talented man and a beautiful woman meet, she will be more than countless people in the world." Chen Chong curled his lips, put his hands on his chest, and said, "You have to be careful and you can't relax for a moment."

"Aren't you a talented man too?" Zhang Aijia said with a smile: "It's just a matter of words. Besides, no one said that a talented man must be able to write songs and make music."

"My talent is not only a perfect expression, but also a level of writing songs. It is a level of poetry that can be written by three steps and seven steps." Chen Chong smiled proudly, dispelling the bad thoughts in his heart, and said, "Or what if I can write a song for you?"

"Then you write it." Zhang Aijia looked at the dashboard and said, "It's still a five-minute drive from here to where I live. Shen Caizi. If you can write a song during this period, I will be devoted to you and end up together."

I have never pretended to be successful yet. I can't make any mistakes in front of the beauty tonight. I thought for a while, then cleared my throat and said, "One, two, three, four..., I've written it."

"Then you sing it out, I'll listen."

"Listen to you." Chen Chong never plagiarized his works in front of the original singer. He was a little weak. He adjusted again before singing a cappella: "You were born in the 1950s. Life is comfortable. You exercised continuously and whitened every day, not inferior to an eighteen-year-old girl. You were born in the 1950s. You became a teacher nurse in the blink of an eye. When you put it on the 1950s, you still have a bit of a stance. Even if you have any alarm, you won't be afraid, because you are already blurry. In fact, you can understand everything. You just pretend to be unable to understand because you don't want to pursue your lost dreams. So you enjoy mediocrity. But sometimes you can't help it, and you will be ready to move like a young man. I remembered 73 years old. I thought of the year, and I wanted to have it. I didn't have time to pursue it before I was thirty years old. Time slipped away in a hurry..."

"Hey, hey, concentrate on driving, others sing and get money, but I don't want to sing and go to the hospital to send money."

Zhang Aijia parked the car casually on the side of the road, turned to look at him, looking up and down, looking surprised, mixed with burning emotions.

This song "The Years" is a song that teases herself in the album "3040 Love Wonderfulness" released by Aijia in 2019. It has a little bit of autobiography. When it is taken out, it will naturally move her - who can understand herself better than herself? And who doesn't want to have a caring lover?

Chen Chong was adapted in a hurry, and he was not confident enough. In order to cover up, he raised his eyebrows and said with an exaggerated expression: "Is that good, is it in line with your wishes? Are you considered a talent?"

"You are a big-headed man, I don't believe it was you who wrote it."

Although he said this, his smile was faint, his eyes were full, and his tenderness filled with sweetness, which made Chen Chong feel intoxicated.

It’s so good to plagiarize X, why didn’t you notice it before...

He was in a happy mood and thoughts. Zhang Aijia suddenly came up, kissed him, and then retracted. While starting the car in a hurry, he said, "Even if you wrote it, give me a reward, a talented man."

"This reward is too meager." Chen Chong complained, saying, "Why might you come to something else later, such as the mandarin duck playing in the water?"

"I think beautifully." Zhang Aijia glanced at him and said, "Your song is only half written, not finished."

"But I'm not home yet, I can keep singing."

"No singing is allowed" Zhang Aijia bit her lip and said, "After going home, I'll go take a shower, you go write a song."

"Hey, get up." Chen Chong patted Zhang Aijia's delicate body in the quilt and said, "I will attend the opening ceremony of the theater later. If I don't get up, it will be too late."

"What's the best thing to go to in the opening ceremony of the theater?" Zhang Aijia stretched out one arm lazily and said sleepyly: "You go, I'll sleep for a while."

"I agreed to go together, how can I change my mind temporarily?" Chen Chong rubbed his hands and said, "Get up quickly, otherwise I will use the ice to grab the peach hand."

"I really don't understand why the theater has to be held for a ceremony." Zhang Aijia looked frightened, supported her arms, half-sitted up, pulled the suspender in her pajamas to cover the leaking spring light, and said, "That's the property you invested in. Isn't it better to just set off a few firecrackers? Anyway, you don't come to Taipei often, so no one cares."

"It's getting lazy." Chen Chong picked up the messy clothes he threw last night, threw them into bed, and said, "Get up quickly, there are big guys who will be there today when the ribbon is cut, so it's not good to go too late."

"So what about a big man?" Zhang Aijia reluctantly rubbed on the bed and said coquettishly: "No matter how big a person is, he is not as good as a bed in winter morning."

"Master, if you want to preach, you can hurry up tomorrow, but not today."

"What leader?"

"Go back to the throne." Chen Chong picked up a black lace underwear with his fingers and said, "If you don't get up again, your little brother is about to move."

Zhang Aijia couldn't resist it, pouted and said, "You go out first, I'm going to get up and change my clothes."

"I'm an old husband and wife. I haven't seen any place last night." Chen Chong said, but turned around and walked out.

It is indeed pleasing to dress up a beauties, but it is even more beneficial to have more private space and imagination between men and women.

After washing up, Zhang Aijia changed into a lapel sweater and a small white jacket, walked out of the room and said, "Let's go, there's nothing to eat at home, it's time to go out for breakfast."

"No, no, change a piece of clothing." Chen Chong shook his head and said, "Change the dress."

"Do you want me to die?" Zhang Aijia subconsciously touched his arm and said, "It's windy outside, what kind of dress is worn in the winter."

"Then change to something better." Chen Chong spread his hands and said, "How can he attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony for this kind of grocery shopping aunt costume?"

"You're just buying groceries." Zhang Aijia rolled her eyes, but she still returned to the bedroom, changed into a black suit, tied her hair up, and carried a clutch with a chain, which had a very elegant and quiet taste.

"Just that's it, the vegetable seller turns into a tutor." Chen Chong walked around her, smacked his lips, and said, "You can see people just by looking carelessly."

"Dogs can't spit out ivory"

I found a shop outside. After breakfast, Shen Chong drove the car and led the theater with Zhang Aijia's guidance.

"The theater is also in Da'an District, after it is completed." Chen Chong asked while driving, "Have you been there?"

"When I passed by, I saw it several times from afar, but I haven't been in." Zhang Aijia yawned a little and said, "Who will cut the ribbon?"

"I don't know much about what Mr. Wei did, I just know that the level is not low." Chen Chong turned a corner under her instructions and said, "Maybe it was Song Chuyu?"

"Director Song is now a Taiwanese political celebrity. Will he come to cut the ribbon for your small theater?"

"How do you know it's a small theater?" Chen Chong smiled and said, "I don't like small things. I like big women, big breasts, big butts...and maybe there's a large theater."

"You are serious. You used to be fine, but now you are always talking nonsense and vulgar." Zhang Aijia beat him up dissatisfiedly and said, "I don't seem to have anything you said."

"You are a very delicious woman, and I like it the most."

"Where do I smell? Huh?"

"I'm talking about taste and talent, don't move around... I'm driving, my idea is safe." Chen Chong dodged the attack and said, "I also said that I always talk nonsense, don't you always be swaying?"

"Who told you to provoke me?" Zhang Aijia made a statement, then sat down and said, "Your theater was only started in September, and it's only five months now. How big can it be built?"

"When humans were monkeys, they would build houses. Over the past few thousand years, they had accumulated countless knowledge and skills. Now it is an industrial society, and mechanized operation can be built. Not to mention five months, but three months."

In the United States, Broadway in New York and Hollywood in Los Angeles, one west and one east, provide performance practitioners with a look at employment opportunities and training opportunities, while in China, whether it is drama or movies, they are in a relatively wild stage.

When Chen Chong first recruited Jin Shijie to film "Burning Live", he had the intention of creating a first-class Chinese drama performance group. However, at this time, the drama performances in both sides of the Taiwan Strait and the three places were all in a niche state, with few practitioners and low popularity, and the audience was limited to the intellectual group. The key is that there were no professional performance locations, such as Jin Shijie and their Gengxin Cultural and Education Center, which was very small and backward, which was very unfavorable to promotion.

According to memory, Taipei will soon usher in a peak of drama performance activities. If this trend can be maintained and promoted, and more Jin Shijie and Li Liqun will be cultivated, the benefits of Chinese-language films will be immeasurable.

Therefore, in August, Chen Chong bought an old cinema, demolished and converted it into a theater, and prepared it as a base for drama performances and flagship stage. After more than five months of busy work, it has finally been completed.

The opening ceremony of this ribbon cutting ceremony was all arranged by Wei Jingmeng. Although he retired, he was still Chiang Ching-kuo's confidant and a regular visitor to the "Presidential Palace". Therefore, the people below did their best to handle this matter, and fences were set up at both ends of the street where the theater was located, and a group of security personnel in uniform were patrolling and inspecting.

After reading the invitation letter, Shen Chong drove into the underground parking lot from the dedicated passage next to him under the instructions of the security guard.

"It's such a big scene. Those who don't know thought the president was coming." After getting off the car, Zhang Aijia surrounded the shawl and said, "I seemed to have seen many reporters just now."

"Are there a big guy here?" Chen Chong helped her sort out from behind, looked at her watch, and said, "It's still half an hour before the ribbon is cut. I'll take you to the theater to see?"

“Can you go in now?”

"Of course, Jin Shijie and his troupe will start to perform tonight, and the decoration inside will be done long ago."

Following the sign, he found the elevator. Chen Chong took out a badge from his pocket, looked at it for the security guard beside him, walked into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the top floor.

"The four-story theater is not very big," Zhang Aijia grimaced and said, "It's so mysterious. Which big man would be so boring."

"I really don't know." Chen Chong shrugged and said, "Your grandfather didn't tell me."

After Zhang Aijia walked out of the elevator, she couldn't help but exclaim softly - opposite the elevator was a glass curtain wall that was dozens of meters long. The scenery outside was unobstructed, with people coming and going outside, but it was silent, like a flowing urban landscape painting.

Chen Chong had already come here to browse it yesterday, so he would not be surprised at this time. He introduced: "This is the longest and largest single-piece glass curtain wall in the world, and the effect is good."

"You are really willing to spend money." Zhang Aijia walked up and approached the glass, looked up and down, left and right, and said, "It's amazing. Is the whole building made of glass curtain walls?"

"The two southeast facing the streets are." Shen Chong stood beside her and said, "The other two directions are concrete."

"Why use glass curtain wall?"

"When I watch Jinbao and the others perform in the evening," Chen Chong kept it in a silence and said, "You will understand why."

"Tsk, play tricks again." Zhang Aijia said dissatisfiedly: "What else is there except the theater here?"

"The first floor is an exhibition hall, which can hold various cultural activities. The second floor is a 17UU-seat grand theater, and a restaurant. The third floor is four small theaters with 500 seats. The fourth floor is a museum. There is a gallery over there. There is an annex building behind it, which is office land."

"It looks pretty good." Zhang Aijia followed him and walked around the empty fourth floor, saying: "Although it is not high and not particularly large, it is quite unique, with a good geographical location, and there are business districts and universities around it. No wonder there are big people who come to support it. When it opens, it will become a cultural center in Taipei."

"If you have the vision, you can be my secretary." Chen Chong patted her and said, "Let's go and go and have a look."
To be continued...