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

The comments online are extremely offensive.

Unaware of the specifics, they were already beginning to regard Guo Degang's youngest son as someone who had committed acts of immorality.

If an apprentice angers his master to the point of hospitalization, then to a certain extent, such scolding is justified.

But when they scold, the parents feel uncomfortable.

"That's too harsh, how can I clarify this?"

“It’s no use for us to just explain; only his master can make a statement on Weibo, which is just a matter of a single sentence.”

"Just one sentence? Do we have the nerve to ask our senior brother to say it?"

"..."

The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. The couple had lived most of their lives and had experienced all kinds of difficulties.

But I've never experienced anything this difficult.

Taking a deep breath, Guo Degang steadied himself. "Let's just hang in there. My senior brother has a good personality; he might explain things on his own. Even if he doesn't, we'll still teach this brat a lesson."

"Sigh... how did this happen?"

The two were talking, and An Di, who had been beaten, was hiding inside the house listening. The more he listened, the more he realized that he had really messed things up this time.

My parents both wanted to hit me, something that had never happened before.

Fortunately, there are still a group of people in the Deyun Society who listen to him. He knows all too well that he is the young master and the successor.

They have absolute confidence.

Half an hour later, he quietly called Yang Hetong into his room.

"I want to eat something, can you order me some takeout?"

Normally, I would definitely give him some, even if my master forbade it, I would still secretly give him some.

Having just experienced what happened.

Even Yang Hetong, looking at An Di in front of him, felt that he was being a bit inhuman. He had just made him take the blame, and did he know that taking the blame could very likely get him kicked out of the club?

Perhaps it was right for them to follow Guo Qilin away; in terms of morality or competence, this one is truly inferior to him. Although he's just a child, one can see a person's future from the age of three, and this immoral character has already been revealed.

"Order for yourself."

Guo Fenyang asked others to order because he wanted them to spend money.

What are you doing? Aren't you going to order for me?

“Your dad said that whoever helps you will be fired, and the order has already been issued.”

"You should listen to me."

"Who listens to you? They're only doing it because of your dad. Otherwise, who would care about you?"

After holding back his frustration for so long, Yang Hetong finally spoke his mind.

"Alright, you wait and see who they listen to."

An afternoon can pass by quickly.

Guo Degang and Wang Hui went to handle some matters and, incidentally, to make sure some actors didn't get into trouble.

When they leave, other apprentices or assistants will naturally come over to do some housework or look after the children.

As the child watched, he began to speak in a commanding tone.

"You guys order takeout, get some fried chicken."

The seven or eight people who came over heard his voice and glanced at him, but none of them paid him any attention.

"Did you hear that? Go buy some food."

Still, no one paid any attention.

Finally, unable to contain his anger any longer, he roared, "I'm talking to you! You're just a bunch of lousy laborers!"

Those present included his apprentice and assistant.

The phrase "stinky laborer" has sparked public outrage.

Most of them came to Deyun Club early, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get into Rose Garden. They performed or worked diligently, but in the end, they were called a worthless laborer by this little brat.

I felt a little vulnerable.

I really feel that Shaobing and Brother Luan's move to Huilin Society was a precautionary measure, because the current young master is simply a scoundrel.

But I still have to say something, after all, he's my master's son.

“We are indeed working, we can’t do without money, and besides, we can only listen to your father now.”

Why listen to him?

"Then are you going to manage our money?"

"It's just money, right? I'll give it to you."

Driven by a sense of pride, Guo Fenyang went to retrieve his own money, risking everything.

He has a lot of money from New Year's money, about ten thousand yuan a year. But he likes to buy things, so now he only has one or two thousand yuan left.

Let's just take them all out.

"Here you go, from now on you're all to listen to me, not my dad."

Looking at the pile of red bills, everyone looked at them like they were looking at a landlord's foolish son, and one of them spoke up.

“Young Master, two thousand yuan in Yanjing is not enough. It's not even enough to pay the rent. If you try to live on it, you'll starve to death.”

"How much did he give you?"

Their compensation was something they couldn't reveal, and they didn't care about the children. "If you work overtime, you can earn at least 20,000 yuan, which is ten times what you pay. You should earn more money; we won't play with you anymore."

"It's not easy to save two thousand yuan; it will really take a while."

"It will take a while, but buying some noodles and vegetables can last a long time. However, our new young master may not have experienced this kind of hardship."

"Maybe I'll experience it in the future."

The crowd spoke with a hint of mockery, and the child, who also had self-respect, looked slightly displeased.

"I'm going to report you for bullying me."

"Whatever. If we can't do it, we'll try Huilin Society. This place is really tough."

“That’s right. If Huilin Society doesn’t take us in, we’ll go to other small theaters. I’ve heard that small theaters are pretty good too. Making a living here or making a living there is the same thing. We just earn a little less, and no one will die.”

"You, you all wait..."

Guo Fenyang was so angry he wanted to cry. He had never been treated like this before. Everyone used to fawn over him, but now they all changed their attitude.

For the first time, I became aware of the reality of this world.

He also began to understand that everyone was trying to please his father, not him at all. He was nothing, and now he knew what power and influence meant.

But it's already good that he's being bullied; there are countless people online who are cursing him.

The idea of ​​betraying one's master and ancestors has almost taken root in people's minds. Guo Degang has repeatedly asked people to explain, but unfortunately, his reputation is too bad and not many people believe him.

Because their people had fabricated some things before, and even made it into a book, which made many people believe it for more than ten years. In reality, it was all made up by Deyun's brother-in-law.

"Good heavens, such harsh insults? Even the Grand Canal Governor has never been insulted like this!"

Around 7 or 8 p.m., inside the hospital, Shaobing and the others looked at the news with some disbelief.

Cao Yunjing was criticized because Deyun Club stirred up trouble. This time, no one stirred up trouble; at most, they just told the truth, but as a result, there were hundreds of topics criticizing them.

"That's because the master is so highly regarded. If someone with the best public image gets into trouble, they'll definitely speak up for him and help him vent his anger."

Guo Qilin explained the reason, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Not to mention that the old man is well-liked and people are willing to help him, even if Da Lin gets into some trouble, it's the same.

"Hehe had a tough time today," Shaobing chuckled as he recalled the afternoon.

Yu Qian was the same; what did the young girl know? She only knew that it might be really tough for an elderly person to go to the hospital.

She cried as if her grandfather were about to pass away.

"I'm going back too. Please take good care of me. I'll come back tomorrow."

It was almost time, and Guo Qilin needed to go back and check on his daughter. She had cried for a while in the afternoon and was tired of crying, so he asked someone to take her back early.

When she went back, her grandfather gave her a lot of delicious food.

It wasn't a wasted effort to cry.

"Forget it, let's buy some barbecue to cheer him up."

On the way home, the father concealed his face again while buying food at a store. After arriving home, the atmosphere was nowhere near as lively as at the hospital.

My wife and daughter are together; my sister has already gone back. "Dad~"

Upon seeing her father, Hehe came over and gave him a hug. "How is Grandpa?"

"It's fine, there won't be any problems."

"Is this for us to eat?"

The daughter's gaze gradually moved downwards, stopping when it landed on the barbecue bag.

"It's for you to eat. You saw it as soon as you got back? You have sharp eyes, huh?"

The little girl happily took the things and placed them in front of her mother.

Deng Ziqi, however, ignored everything and diligently flipped through the books.

When did you start enjoying reading?

“I’ve discovered that our daughter can’t be described as a normal child. Today, after she came back from the hospital, I took her to buy picture books. But just as we were about to go into the store, she suddenly turned around and bought this book. Look, it’s quite nice.”

Upon taking the food, Guo Qilin's expression turned strange, while Deng Ziqi burst into laughter. "I had the same expression back then. Why didn't she buy anything else but a cookbook? What is she trying to do?"

"Make something delicious."

Hehe immediately took her book and carefully put it in her arms.

"Who will do it? Do you know how to do it?"

"Let Dad make it. Follow the instructions on the instructions, and we'll have delicious food every day."

"You're quite the dreamer, aren't you?"

Guo Qilin was speechless. It turned out that she had bought him a copy. He then asked, "Why didn't you let Mom do it?"

"Mom doesn't know how to cook, and even when she does, it doesn't taste very good."

"Ah!! What did you say?!"

The mother started to "lose her temper," saying, "How dare you say my cooking isn't good? I'll cook all the meals for today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

"..."

The little girl instantly wilted, her face drooping as she stared at her mother with pleading eyes, as if asking if it was true.
If it's true, then I'm going to suffer.

One expression.

Deng Ziqi asked earnestly, "Is my cooking really that bad?"

"It's not bad, how could it be bad?"

"Then why is she so disgusted?"

He pointed his finger at the pitiful-looking Hehe.

"Who knows."

Guo Qilin was overjoyed; the interaction between the mother and daughter was always so amusing.

"Alright, eat up. There's still a lot to do later."

One night passed.

On the second day, after taking care of some matters, Guo Qilin went to the hospital to visit his master.

My master is getting old. Let alone getting angry, his health might not be good even if he doesn't get angry.

It needs proper care.

However, after his visit, Guo Degang and Wang Hui brought their youngest son over again to apologize and make amends.

My main hope is to forgive the child.

Yu Qian glanced at Guo Fenyang. He could forgive him, of course, but if the teapot was broken, it wouldn't be as simple as just forgiveness.

Even if he doesn't sever the master-disciple relationship, he will never give him a kind look again.

So they should thank Xiao Meng; if it weren't for Xiao Meng, everything would have been over.

"I told you it's nothing, don't worry about it."

Yu Qian forced himself to speak, for as long as one is in the world of martial arts, one must be mindful of social interactions.

"Senior brother, when you are discharged from the hospital, we will hold a proper celebration for you. This child is really making us feel bad."

"Yes, we will definitely educate them properly."

The couple each said something, desperately hoping that it would lead them to speak up for their child online.

Unfortunately, Yu Qian didn't mention it at all.

Seeing no hope, the couple had no choice but to leave with their child.

Several days passed, and Yu Qian recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital.

The members of Huilin Society also went to Xi'an to investigate the societies there and then confirm their intention to cooperate.

Once the cooperation intention is confirmed, the location of the branch office will be arranged accordingly.

All that's left is to hold a meeting and discuss the renovation details.

The Qingqu Society put in a lot of effort and demonstrated its sincerity.

To express my gratitude to them.

Luan Yunping publicly invited him to perform in Beijing, which can be considered a reciprocal gesture.

When they came to perform, the area outside the small theater was packed with audience members and media.

Nowadays, the Huilin Society Alliance has more and more member organizations, and each alliance is a highlight for the audience.

After performing in the small theater, he went to perform on the street the next day.

This time, the crowds attracted by the street performance far surpassed those of a small theater.

The area was completely blocked off that day.

The number of people is several times higher than usual.

After the performance, Miao Fu stepped down and went to the dressing room to rest, wiping away sweat while looking at his partner.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes simultaneously conveyed a sense of terror.

The sheer volume of traffic was so overwhelming that it was almost suffocating; if it weren't for the hundreds of security personnel, they probably would have been torn to shreds.

It took a while.

Miao Fu sighed, "It seems we made the right choice. No wonder Guo Degang hates the Grand Canal so much and wanted to form an alliance with it. The exposure is great."

"I don't know how many people came today, maybe thousands? It's like a big theater."

"It's not just a thousand; there are many others lingering around. It's ironic, really. So many people thought it wouldn't work back then, but now it's not? They can promote whomever they want; it's an absolutely brilliant business mind."

I even suspect he's Guo Degang's son.

Miao Fu knew Guo Degang's personality; he would never be so generous as to allow so many small theaters to perform, nor would he give them much exposure.

Guo Qilin is different. As long as you have the ability, you will definitely get exposure.

It gives the feeling of a hundred flowers blooming.

Suddenly realizing the importance of a diverse range of styles, Miao Fu, who had been performing traditional crosstalk for many years, understood something.

It turns out that Guo Qilin was the one who truly wanted to develop crosstalk, not Deyun Society's ambition to dominate the industry.

While Deyun Society verbally welcomes more people to perform crosstalk and surpass them, in reality they suppress and offend their peers.

That way, there would be no "hundred flowers blooming" phenomenon.

They're all gossiping about him and other people's trivial matters.

Even the fans helped them promote other actors.

On the contrary, there are no conflicts here. As long as you don't cause trouble, anyone with strong abilities can come.

"How did he do it? He had absolutely no reputation at the beginning!"

Miao Fu found this matter somewhat perplexing, as if it had become famous inexplicably.

"Who says he wasn't famous? His first movie immediately boosted his fame and status."

"The one about 'Dying to Survive'? It really is. One movie makes all the difference."

Although they are crosstalk performers, they understand that the entertainment industry is the real deal, and many people who want to develop their careers end up not succeeding.

Guo Qilin, however, was an exception. He not only shed his father's reputation for making bad movies, but also successfully won the Best Actor and Best Director awards.

His talent is so exceptional that it's impossible for someone born to Guo Degang to be his son. (End of Chapter)