C12 Mr Vicissitude Was a Man of Steel! Alright Help Me Write a Song!

"Yu Ke'er, you've seen it—this is my life. I'm a dull man, with my days filled with nothing but music and a bowl of braised beef noodles at the noodle shop. We're just not a good match!"

Yu Ke'er was defiant. "Uncle, you're aware I've been trying to win you over. At least you're not feigning ignorance anymore!"

Qin Mo shook his head. "Enough, go home. I'm nine years your senior; we're truly not right for each other, and I'm tired of repeating it."

Yu Ke'er realized Qin Mo's decision was firm, and she was at a loss.

To her, a nine-year age gap seemed trivial.

But what she didn't know was that Qin Mo had lived to the age of forty-five in his past life, making his soul nearly as old as her father's. Naturally, he felt they were incompatible.

Yu Ke'er spoke gently, "Okay, I get it. But after all the help I've given you, the least you can do is help me just this once."

Qin Mo was taken aback. "Help you with what?"

Hands in her pockets, Yu Ke'er grinned. "The same thing I've been asking for—write me a song!"

She hurried to justify her request, sensing his hesitation.

"I've released an album, but it's mostly my fans footing the bill. I'm still stuck with the 'pretty face' label! Uncle, you're incredibly talented. Write me a song that fits me, one that can shake off this 'pretty face' stigma. I do have vocal talent—my music academy grades were excellent. If you doubt it, feel free to ask around."

Yu Ke'er's gaze was earnest as she met Qin Mo's eyes.

"I want to be a genuine singer. I adore songs like 'When Love Becomes Past' that you write—they're meaningful and profound. I don't want to be just another internet sensation. Will you help me, Uncle?"

Qin Mo pondered for a solid minute.

Even if he wasn't interested in her romantically, she had done him favors, and he owed her for that.

He nodded, "I'll fulfill your request. Head home and wait for my message."

Yu Ke'er's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Truly? You're actually agreeing? Uncle, you better not back out!"

Qin Mo chuckled, "Rest assured, I won't break my promise!"

Seizing the moment, Yu Ke'er whipped out her phone and pulled up her WeChat QR code. She had lost count of how many times she'd requested to add Qin Mo on WeChat.

"Uncle, if you're going to write a song for me, we should connect on WeChat for easy communication, right?"

Qin Mo responded in his calm tone, "No need, have your agent get in touch with me."

Yu Ke'er was at a loss for words.

Qin Mo glanced at the bodyguard lurking behind a large tree on the street corner. "I've agreed to help you with the song, so you can head home now. Your bodyguards will take care of you."

Yu Ke'er's cheeks flushed, and she was unsure what to say next.

With a smile, Qin Mo bid her "Goodbye" and walked away.

He strode confidently onto the street, glancing back to see the two bodyguards faithfully trailing behind Yu Ke'er. The young girl looked downcast as she walked away, head bowed.

Qin Mo fished two coins from his pocket and boarded the bus. Although he had earned some money from tips, the bulk of it was tied up with the platform, due to be paid out next month. The music business was costly, and with Starlight Entertainment possibly plotting further action against him, frugality was crucial.

Money should be spent wisely!

Back at his newly rented apartment, Qin Mo hauled the equipment he'd retrieved from the security guard into the living room. He activated the system's virtual panel and took out the S-Class performance equipment card from his backpack, tapping the 'use' option.

A notification chimed: "Congratulations, Host, on acquiring an S-Class performance equipment set. A representative will deliver it to your door shortly. Please provide your address!"

The system added a reassuring note: "All rewards distributed by the system are acquired through legitimate channels with full credentials. Please use them with confidence!"

Qin Mo reviewed the details; the equipment was valued at a million, hence the system's alert.

Ten minutes later, a delivery guy in a blue uniform arrived with the package. Qin Mo signed for it and opened it to discover it was from Berlin, one of the world's premier sound equipment brands.

Indeed, Berlin's status in the audio world was akin to that of Mercedes-Benz or Ferrari in the realm of automobiles!

Microphone, mixer, speakers, amplifier...

We've got it all!

With this complete setup, I can put on a show anywhere!

Before, Qin Mo was constrained by his equipment, limiting his performances to places with smaller crowds, which naturally didn't yield great results.

But now, armed with a top-notch Berlin kit, the world is his stage!

And this gear isn't just for live gigs—it's perfect for streaming too.

Checking the time, Qin Mo noted it was just eleven o'clock.

Conboat was teeming with night owls, ensuring an audience for his late-night stream.

Riding the wave of daytime popularity thanks to Yu Ke'er, he was ready to draw in even more viewers.

First things first, Qin Mo snapped a photo of his old, budget sound system and listed it for sale on 98-district as a second-hand item.

It wasn't a fortune, but every little bit counts!

Next, he logged into his streaming account, "Mr. Vicissitude Qin Mo," and entered the virtual stage.

The buzz around Yu Ke'er and Qin Mo was still alive online, with Conboat users having witnessed the afternoon's street performance.

They were abuzz with speculation about their relationship.

As the chat room filled up, playful banter ensued.

"Hey Uncle, what's the deal with you and Yu Ke'er?"

"You dodged the question during today's show, but now that you're home, how about sharing the story you and Ke'er just have to tell?"

"Uncle, you've been holding out on us! We thought you were just a down-and-out guy, but turns out you're pals with a major web star!"

"Playing the fool to catch the wise, huh? That was a slick move!"

Then came the detractors, ready with their barbs.

"I tipped you yesterday, and now I find out you're nothing but a con artist!"

"Just a clown looking for attention!"

"It's a dark and treacherous world out there! Thought you were just a down-on-his-luck uncle, but you're just another packaged internet celeb. What a letdown, I'm out!"

Qin Mo dove into the backend and pulled up the tipping records.

A minute later, he addressed his viewers with a calm rebuttal.

"‘Wake up and take your medicine, buddy,’ I've checked the records, and there's no tip under your name! If you genuinely believe I'm a scammer, feel free to bring your payment proof for a refund."

As soon as the words were out, the keyboard warrior who had been taunting with "Big Brother, time to take your medicine" suddenly fell silent.

A chorus of cheers went up for Qin Mo.

Way to shut them down, Uncle!

These keyboard warriors really need to find better ways to spend their time!

Qin Mo took the time to clarify.

"I met Yu Ke'er at a bar. She had heard my music and reached out to collaborate on a song. I've agreed to write one for her, and if all goes well, it could be ready for everyone in just a week!"

The online crowd was astonished.

Uncle, you're just brimming with talent! Others can't produce songs in years, yet you're churning them out one after another!

Your talent is like a wholesale market, Uncle—absolutely unbeatable!

Be careful, Qin Mo. With talent like yours, you might just become a target for envy among other musicians!

Qin Mo chuckled.

The water friends sure have wild imaginations.

He deftly steered the conversation elsewhere: "So, did you all enjoy the new song I performed this afternoon?"