Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

At a dinner party before the concert promotion, Zhang Yunlei went from being full of confidence to having a stomachache.

Ever since the agent mentioned the name Guo Qilin.

The rest of the friends and teachers all boasted about their musical accomplishments.

It also analyzes which of his songs were well written and which ones had the greatest influence, including an evaluation of his strong creative ability.

The more he praised her, the more Zhang Yunlei wanted to turn the table over. Was his status and influence really that great? Was it that they had to pay attention to him?

Even if one person says he is bad, no one will say anything.

About an hour and a half later, the dinner was over and Zhang Yunlei left in a hurry to go back to the Rose Garden to find his sister.

Not finding the Rose Garden, they headed to Deyun headquarters.

Now my sister is his only hope. If my sister had not agreed, there would have been no application or holding of this concert.

When Wang Hui, who was sitting in the position of chairman, learned that Zhang Yunlei was looking for a famous singer to write a song, she couldn't help but frown.

This is another expense. Although the cost and profit of songs seem to be nothing, there is a lot involved.

Guo Qilin initially made his fortune through music and easily earned hundreds of millions.

But there was nothing he could do. Zhang Yunlei had watched his cousin grow up, so he could only give in. At the same time, he felt that it was not a big deal. "Based on the negative information you have now, how many musicians are willing to write songs for you? It would take a close relationship. Do you know anyone who is willing to stand by you?"

"..."

Zhang Yunlei was completely confused. He wanted to break into the music industry, but he hadn't yet and didn't know any good musicians.

I thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a name.

I could only stammer, "No."

Wang Hui sighed, wondering why none of the people on her side had any future. "Forget it, let's find Xiao Yue. Xiao Yue has good relationships with many singers. It's not impossible to meet someone who is willing to write songs. Anyway, if you write it yourself, the chances of it becoming a hit are slim.

The album sales before were not even a fraction of others.”

What he said was true. His own level was not that high, so he had to seek help from professional singers.

I know that the probability of agreement is low, but I would be lucky if just one out of ten people agrees.

As for Xiao Yue's popularity, everyone knows it. Even though he can't keep the beat when singing, he has a good popularity in variety shows and in circles, and everyone likes to see him.

He is extremely familiar with Xue Zhiqian, Mao Buyi, Li Ronghao, and Li Jian. In other words, all musicians who have appeared on variety shows know him.

It is not impossible to cast a wide net.

"Sister, you should talk to him."

"Hey~~ You always come to me for this kind of thing, how do you make friends?"

Wang Hui frowned, feeling more and more that Zhang Yunlei had wasted his years at Deyun Club, and his connections were not as good as those of an average unknown actor.

I could only take a deep breath and call Xiao Yue.

Yue Yunpeng happened to be listening to a song at home at that moment. He was very grateful to Dalin for composing the song he wrote for his father. He listened to it countless times in succession. Then, he received an unexpected call from his master's wife.

"Hey, Master's Wife."

"Yueyue, I have something to trouble you with."

Yue Yunpeng was not stupid when he heard the word "trouble". He knew something was wrong. "Master's wife, it's not trouble at all."

"Isn't Xiaobian'er going to hold a concert soon? Can you introduce some musicians? I want to make a song for him. I can use the name of Deyun Club or his brother-in-law's name. The money is easy to negotiate."

"..."

Yue Yunpeng was silent for a second or two holding the phone. He could write songs for anyone except Zhang Yunlei. That was because of how powerful he was.

Even if it is forgotten by netizens now, it will be like a volcano that may erupt at any time in the future, and it may collapse at any time.

So there is a high probability that your friends will politely decline.

Unless there is some information gap, no one will know who Zhang Yunlei is or what his past is.

But even if you don’t know now, you will know once you understand.

He really didn't want to agree, but Master's Wife had called him, how could he say no? Master's Wife had been very kind to him, so he needed to give her an explanation.

"Okay, Master's Wife, leave it to me. I heard that Xue Zhiqian is writing songs recently. If possible, I will go and have a chat."

The phone is on speakerphone.

When Zhang Yunlei heard the three words "Xue Zhiqian", he felt that there was a way.

This singer is also a very popular singer. He holds concerts all year round and has a huge number of fans.

If he writes songs for himself, it will also be a highlight and can increase his popularity.

He thought he had already cleared himself, and considering the foundation of Deyun Society, he should agree.

This is a kind of inflated mentality of his. When a person is inflated, he will not think too much about anything.

Cao Yunjing is a case in point, otherwise he would not have done such a thing to leave a topic for Deyun Society to talk about. Now Zhang Yunlei is almost the same.

"Got it. You can contact Xiaobian'er. He needs to finalize this matter."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunlei went to find Yue Yunpeng happily without his sister saying anything. Compared with Guo Qilin, he could still say a few words to Yue Yunpeng, and they did not fall out with each other.

So I turned around and called him.

As soon as they called, Yue Yunpeng had no choice but to call Lao Xue.

Fighting with him is just a formality. If he says no, I can just tell my master's wife that he is busy and let the matter go.

"Yueyue?" Xue Zhiqian was surprised that Xiaoyue called him and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you and Dalin wrote a song. It turns out that you two are perfect together with Dalin."

Yue Yunpeng grinned after hearing this. He didn't know that during the recording yesterday, Dalin was by his side patiently teaching him bit by bit, and the process was very difficult.

"Lao Xue, I heard that you are writing songs recently, right?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"My fellow apprentice is going to hold a concert and wants you to write a song for him. Can you give it a try?"

Xue Zhiqian listened to Xiao Yue's words and pondered. Brothers? And holding a concert?
It’s impossible among his fellow disciples.

The only possibility is Dalin.

Dalin is going to hold a concert?
That's fine.

Xue Zhiqian became more alert and did not doubt Yue Yunpeng's address for a moment, because if it was really Dalin, he would not say "brother", but only "Dalin" or "Dalinzi".

But he can't control that much.

Among his brothers, only Dalin can hold a concert.

"Sure, I was planning to give this song to someone, but I vaguely realized that the other party couldn't give it to me. Since he wants it, I can give it to him first, or I can write a new one for him. Wait for me, I will finish it tomorrow, and I will send it to you guys then."

Yue Yunpeng didn't expect him to be so straightforward and actually agreed. He quickly wanted to say it was Zhang Yunlei, but before he could, the other party spoke again, "No more talking, I'll make the most of my time, let's have lunch together tomorrow at noon."

"Well... okay, I'll treat you."

"No problem, see you tomorrow."

After the phone call ended, Yue Yunpeng was quite unhappy and wanted to make another call to tell him the actual situation. But after thinking about it, he decided to give up. Since they would meet tomorrow, when Lao Xue saw that it was Zhang Yunlei, he would back off as soon as he understood the situation. There was no need to say more.

By then, the master's wife cannot say that she did not work hard, because she has arranged to meet the people.

Also, I haven’t met Lao Xue privately for a long time, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to meet him tomorrow.

So he turned around and called Zhang Yunlei to explain the matter and meet tomorrow. Zhang Yunlei knew that he was very grateful, as this was a great help to him. With Xue Zhiqian writing songs, it might become popular, and then his road would be smoother.

What’s more important is that it’s free, which makes me very satisfied.

A day passed in a flash, and the popularity of Father's Day gradually faded, but the songs written by Yue Yunpeng and Dalin still remain popular.

Yue Yunpeng was pleased to see that many people were listening.

I hope my father can see that I am very successful now.

However, at noon today, he still had to take Zhang Yunlei to the hotel to meet Lao Xue.

The restaurant he went to was familiar to him; it was the noodle restaurant in his HD district.

The noodle shop is located within the Third Ring Road and is also large.

It is five or six times that of an average store.

Show an atmosphere.

However, it was not his in the beginning. He bought it after he became rich, focusing on the original sentiment.

In the past, the apprentice often gave his master some noodles with soybean paste.

"Is this your noodle shop? It's this big?"

Xue Zhiqian was looking forward to today's dinner. First, he wanted to see how Xiao Yue's noodle shop was, and second, it was about the song. Once the song was written, it should suit Dalin's taste.

But even though he was fully armed, he was still surprised the moment he walked through the door. The store was extremely spacious, and there was a huge blue and white porcelain bowl in the front, with the rim of the bowl as big as a millstone.

As for guests, the lobby on the first floor is quite well done.

Business seems to be pretty good.

Yue Yunpeng himself also pretended, and laughed, "Actually I don't know how to do business. After I took over the business, I taught others to manage it, and I would come and take a look occasionally when I have time.

By the way, let me introduce you. This is my senior brother, who is in front of me. His name is Zhang Yunlei."

"Oh, hello, hello, so young?"

"In our industry, age is not important. What matters is the order of entry. He has been following my master for a few years."

"Really? It seems like they all learned the art from childhood."

Xue Zhiqian is not that arrogant. He is the kind of person who can fight with dancers at a concert. When he met Zhang Yunlei, who is Xiao Yue's senior, he naturally said a few more polite words.

"Let's go to the private room. We can eat our noodles however we want today."

"Great! I've wanted to try your noodles with soybean paste for a long time. They say the old Yanjing noodles with soybean paste are the best."

"No problem, I'll let you taste it all."

It’s not that Yue Yunpeng is stingy to treat everyone to his own noodle restaurant. Those things don’t exist between friends. People come here just for the atmosphere and a better chat.

After arriving at the box.

Zhang Yunlei had nothing to say because she and Xue Zhiqian were at such different levels that they had no common topics.

"What do you want to eat? Go ahead and order." After Yue Yunpeng sat down, he gave Xue Zhiqian the menu.

Xue Zhiqian took off his mask and hat and was about to order, but suddenly he froze, hesitated, and glanced at the door, "Are you ordering now?"

"What else? Aren't you hungry?"

"Of course I'm hungry. Come on, let's eat first. We're not strangers anyway."

Xue Zhiqian was greedy and ordered two flavors immediately. After a while, the food came up and was placed on the table, which looked extremely sumptuous.

There are all kinds of things like cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, bean sprouts, celery cubes, peas, soybeans, etc. Just mix them together, add minced meat sauce and egg sauce, and the taste will be very strong.

Once you put it in your mouth, it’s impossible not to taste good.

I ate several mouthfuls of noodles.

"Xiao Yue, how did you end up working at the noodle shop? What did you do before?"

We had a meal and chatted, that was considered chatting.

Yue Yunpeng had a very good relationship with him, and almost forgot the time of the song for a moment, and slowly said, "I have done so many jobs, such as doorman, security guard, plumber, and the longest-serving one was as a waiter in this noodle shop.

I worked for three or four years, and my third brother took care of me during these three or four years. Third brother knows, right? Kong Yunlong is the person who is least afraid of death in Deyun Society. "

"I know, I know." How could Xue Zhiqian not understand? If he listened to Deyun crosstalk, he would inevitably receive this news.

"My third brother and I have been here for several years. He was the one who introduced me to this job. It was because of working here that I met my master."

"Is Teacher Guo here to eat? You just met him?" Xue Zhiqian asked curiously.

Yue Yunpeng shook his head. "It was an old man who came to eat. I was a waiter at the time and I worked very hard and ran very fast. Then the old man said he would introduce me to a crosstalk performer and asked me to perform crosstalk with him.

At first, I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to be a foreman. The salary of a foreman is 1,800 yuan, while a waiter only makes 1,200 yuan.

I even thought the crosstalk performer was a liar, but in the end I understood and followed him.”

Xue Zhiqian nodded, knowing that Xiaoyue had a hard time. He went from a small restaurant owner to a well-known crosstalk artist. He had put in a lot of effort. He was especially moved after seeing his Weibo post the day before yesterday. So he said, "Then we are very similar. We both started from the bottom."

"is it?"

"Of course. When I was the poorest, I lived in the train station. The snow was falling right next to me, and I would curl up there and fall asleep."

“Is that why we have “Serious Snow”?”

"Hahaha! That's about the same." Xue Zhiqian and Xiao Yue were chatting happily. Why do they have such a good relationship? It's because they both have a sense of humor in their bones.

As they chatted, the two of them ignored Zhang Yunlei. Suddenly, Xue Zhiqian asked someone, "How was Dalin's life in the past? I think it's not easy for him to get to this point."

It's even more difficult to say it. Yue Yunpeng had so much to say that he couldn't help but sigh.

"He looked after me even more strictly than we did when I was little. He wouldn't let me touch this or eat that, and if I did something wrong, I would be scolded for a long time.

It was common for me to be scolded in the yard in front of everyone. It can be said that I had no childhood at all. If I wanted to eat something, I was not allowed to ask for it.

Sometimes when we had biscuits and cakes at home, Master would let him eat what we left over and wouldn’t let him eat with us.”

"..."

In just a few words, Xue Zhiqian understood Dalin's condition as a child. No wonder he was better than others. He was strictly guarded since he was young, so he had a tenacity that others could not match.

For such people, success is inevitable.

Suddenly I admired him even more.

You should know that Dalin is now flourishing in both the music and film industries.

He has been rewatching his movies lately, and the more he watches, the more he is amazed.

But after chatting for a while, Zhang Yunlei, who had been silent, couldn't sit still anymore. He couldn't stand them chatting like this and had to get to the point.

So he gave Yue Yunpeng a look.

When Yue Yunpeng received the look, he suddenly remembered the song and wanted to mention it.

Before he could ask, Xue Zhiqian turned his head and said, "I've almost finished half of the noodles, why haven't you come yet? Xiaoyue, why don't you give him a call? Is there a traffic jam?"

Yue Yunpeng: “???”

Zhang Yunlei: “???”

The two were confused, not knowing what he was talking about. The first sentence made them think he was coming with his friends, but the second sentence was not right. Why didn't he call himself and let someone else call? Who knew who he was calling? (End of this chapter)