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

"Okay, one more."

"another one!"

The Qingqu Society members were resting and chatting at the temple, discussing the prowess of the Huilin Society leader and how he made his fortune.

Suddenly hearing shouts outside stirred something deep within me once more.

He got up and looked outside.

They discovered that there were even more people than before, crowding around the actors in layers.

When the performance reached its most exciting part, the audience applauded and shouted.

"What do you think about us setting one up in Xi'an too?"

People are all greedy when they see money; if others succeed, they want to follow suit.

They couldn't help but fantasize about how much income they could earn if the same thing became popular in their hometown.

But his partner Wang Sheng smiled wryly and grabbed his arm, telling him to give up his delusions.

"You can just watch and admire, but do you have the same level of popularity as Guo Qilin? He's involved in film, television, and music, which is why he attracts so much attention. You can't build that kind of popularity just by doing crosstalk, especially since we're not the most popular group."

Even the most popular venues, like Deyun Club's, have become a complete mess, with almost no foot traffic. They manage to get a few people there each week, but the actual number of visitors is less than a couple hundred.

A few words brought Miao Fu back to reality.

However, he didn't think that way. He just thought that although he wasn't very famous, he was well-known in the Xi'an area. He didn't need people from other cities; the local audience was enough to sell tickets and generate revenue.

Thinking about it now, it's difficult.

It's unclear how much manpower and resources it would take to host this event.

Even if they hold the event, how will they get the money?
Advertise?
This is absolutely possible.

It's unclear how many advertisements are collaborating with Huilin Society, but Huilin Society has accepted them all, since making money isn't shameful.

So there are advertising slogans posted around from time to time.

These kinds of slogans are very effective.

Too much was spent on-site.

This has led to situations where previously no income was generated, but now the income and profits are unknown.

A single performance could earn as much as several commercial shows.

Miao Fu, the troupe leader, was very perceptive about the business operations within the troupe, but could only look on with envy.

Others may be able to receive it, but you may not be able to.

Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

"How much do they earn in a year? I'm so envious."

"Every year at the annual meeting, Guo Qilin gives out 10 to 20 million yuan in benefits to his employees, which shows how terrifying his income is."

"Yes."

After reflecting for a while, I realized that everyone wants to make money, but they just can't compete with others.

"Teacher Miaofu, there are ten minutes left. Please get ready."

"Ok."

The streets are not only filled with actors, but also with trainee actors who are responsible for notifying and assisting. These actors are in charge of certain things to ensure that things don't go off-beat or make mistakes.

But their salaries are not low either.

Not long after, the two went out to perform again, and the performance lasted for quite a while, showing their dedication.

In a place like this, no one can help but give it their all.

He had just finished performing a traditional crosstalk routine when Guo Qilin secretly came over from one side of the street to watch.

He took the alliance of Qingqu Society to heart, found nothing wrong, and left for the company without saying goodbye to anyone.

I went to a meeting at the company before returning home.

When I got home, I was surprised to find my wife there.

"Are you free today?"

"It's alright. I haven't been too busy lately, and Hehe has gone to school, so it's been a rare period of peace and quiet."

"I'm going to the study for a while."

Guo Qilin took a sip of water and went straight into his study, which contained books he had read since childhood, including a cookbook that Hehe had bought for him.

Just as I was about to leave, my wife suddenly grabbed my right hand.

"Wait a minute, honey."

"What?"

"What do you think?"

Standing beside her, Deng Ziqi's eyes and expression exuded a charming allure. "We agreed to have a second child. Don't you think now is the perfect opportunity? We missed it before."

"In broad daylight?"

"So what if it's broad daylight? There's nobody around anyway."

What if my sister comes over?

"No." Deng Ziqi gripped Guo Qilin's hand slightly tighter, his smile growing even brighter. "My sister only comes over when she's freeloading, and it's still early, isn't it? How about it?"

"..."

With his wife in this state, how could Guo Qilin refuse? He could only nod in agreement, and then they went into the bedroom together and closed the door, not wanting anyone to disturb them.

The couple had made some preparations for having a second child.

Surprisingly, no one bothered me all day.

The only time it gets lively is when they receive the baby.

Not just today.

The couple made considerable efforts to have a second child, as missing this year's opportunity might mean even greater busyness next year.

However, as May arrived and the weather gradually warmed up, Guo Qilin was busy again.

Huilin Society's branch in Xi'an is preparing to open.

During the opening period, he has to go there to help out at the venue, and at the same time, the concert is also being arranged and prepared, tentatively scheduled for June.

"Will this concert be anything special? Will we invite any guest performers?"

Deng Ziqi asked with some curiosity. She wanted to attend all of her husband's concerts, but this time was a bit of a regret because she had to create her own album in June.

It's also a good time to prepare for pregnancy.

So that you won't be unable to do anything after getting pregnant.

"Since you can't go, I wonder if Master can come along?"

"Can Master handle it? He was seriously ill before."

"That's true. If they cause another disturbance, they'll probably have to go in again."

Guo Qilin no longer wanted his master to cause him any more trouble. As he got older, he thought about his circle of friends.

There are many singers in my WeChat Moments.

If invited by teachers like Xue Zhiqian, Wang Sulong, Han Hong, and Li Jian, they will most likely come if they have the time.

But he didn't want to invite them.

It's not for any particular reason, it's just that when they come, my concert inexplicably feels like a job.

After all, they are all good singers; you can't let them outshine you.

Besides, we should be a little polite.

"Oh, right." Guo Qilin sat at home, looking at his wife, "How about having my sister be a guest on my show? She was quite popular before, and a lot of people have started to recognize her."

Now I'm giving her a task: to write another song a month and bring it to my concert, as an extra attraction or gimmick.

If she continues to generate buzz, I'll arrange a concert for her at the end of the year.

"Okay, sure. Let my sister go, I'll call her right now."

As an older sister, I desperately want my younger sister to shine and become a hugely popular singer.

Make the call.

Deng Yiling, the younger sister, was tidying up the house, including a lot of Hehe's clothes and toys.

Sometimes Hehe would go to her place to play.

However, when Hehe went to her aunt's house, she simply wanted to sneak some snacks and take a nap; it was a safe haven for a little kid.

"Hey, sis? Do you want me to go to the supermarket to buy some things?"

"No, your brother-in-law and I have already discussed it. We'll have you be a guest performer at our concert in June, so you can sing a good song."

"..."

Deng Yiling fell silent. What was this sudden mission? Although she had sung with her brother-in-law before, that was a fan meeting.

When the concert guests are different, it's a stage for tens of thousands of people, something I've never experienced before.

However, I didn't intend to refuse. Why do I want more people to know about my singing? It's simply to make them like and appreciate my songs more.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I'll give it a try."

Deng Ziqi was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected things to go smoothly this time.

"If I agree, I'll write a song myself."

"Oh? This is a bit difficult."

"It's not difficult, there's plenty of time. If all else fails, ask your brother-in-law to write lyrics for you; he's a very good lyricist."

The younger sister hesitated for a moment, "About how long does it take to open?"

"next month."

After calculating the time, I felt I had enough time. "Okay, I'll write one."

"But it needs to be written in a week."

"A week?"

"Just one week, that's all. Take your time to think about it."

The phone hangs up.

Deng Ziqi looked at her husband with a smug expression, "No problem."

"Only an older sister like you would put pressure on others."

"It's not pressure. As a singer, you have to keep your nerves on edge. Otherwise, you won't know what to do when you face big problems later on. My sister hasn't been out in the real world much."

"So we're going to trick her? Let her experience the harsh realities of society?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Deng Ziqi laughed heartily, hands on his hips, "It's not that serious, let's see if we can complete the mission."

"What if we can't finish it?"

"If I can't finish it, I'll write it for her."

The older sister's good intentions and everything she did were for her own good, while the younger sister was lying on the sofa at home, rolling around and throwing a tantrum.

"My sister is really something, deliberately setting a specific time for me. I can't do anything about that."

My younger sister seems ordinary and reserved, with a normal personality, but she can be quite lively when she's alone.

After rolling around for a while, she immediately got up and went to her music room. Writing songs in a week is not an easy task.

A good singer might be able to finish writing in a few hours when inspired, but if they don't have inspiration, it can take a very long time.

Fortunately, the lyrics can be given to my brother-in-law.

Now she has gotten used to relying on her brother-in-law. After all, they are family and have become familiar with each other. There is no longer the formality she had when they first met.

"Oh dear, I just can't write it."

She spent a full hour in the music room, but still couldn't come up with a good melody.

I might as well go listen to my sister's songs.

But her sister's songs are fundamentally different from hers.

On the contrary, her brother-in-law's songs are very similar to hers.

They are all types of lyrical expressions of emotion.

Thinking of this, I immediately went to look up my brother-in-law's earliest compositions. Some of his compositions were not as popular as his other songs.

Even so, it was highly praised at the time.

After searching around, I found a few.

They are "Under the Flying Clouds", "The Light Chaser", and "Flowers Bloom and Forget Sorrows"!
She had heard "Under the Flying Clouds" and "Flowers Bloom and Forget Worries," both very beautiful and evocative songs.

It creates a sense of immersion, as if time and space are out of place.

After listening to it again, I couldn't help but sigh.

"What kind of genius is my brother-in-law? His songs and lyrics are so good."

Next, listen to "Chasing the Light".

If you are fireworks on the sea...
I am a bubble in the waves~
Your light illuminated me at some point.

If you are a distant galaxy...

Upon hearing a few lines of the lyrics, Deng Yiling suddenly laughed. She hadn't expected her brother-in-law to have written such a song; it was probably from his very early days.

But her mood and feelings were just as good.

It was very popular at the time, with over 100,000 comments alone.

Listen on, and the anxiety I felt earlier will disappear.

Then I looked at the comments.

"Unrequited love is like starlight in your heart; the light you chase will eventually illuminate the path beneath your feet."

"Some songs are like that; you like them the moment you hear the first melody."

"Dalin has written many songs now, but this one will always have a place in my heart."

"I've been listening to it for years, and every time I hear it, a certain part of my heart feels itchy, but afterwards, I feel a sense of loneliness."

"Dalin's songs capture the emotions perfectly, which is why we like them and why we look forward to his concerts."

"Hahaha! Dalin has announced that he will be holding a concert in June. I hope he can sing this song."

The positive reviews and high expectations from many people made Deng Yiling realize the impact of the song.

At that moment, she finally understood what kind of singer she wanted to be.

He's like my brother-in-law.

Songs record time, and as soon as a song plays, those beautiful days and wonderful emotions inevitably resurface.

"Okay, I'll try my best to write."

With this motivation, Deng Yiling began to write a lyrical song, but unfortunately, songwriting is not so easy.

The melody was overturned again and again, and then rethought.

By the afternoon, when Hehe was dismissed from school, there was still no clue.

She didn't have to pick up the little girl today, but she was so concerned about her that she only had the mind to do anything else after the little girl was finally brought home.

"Forget it, let's just go to my brother-in-law's house for dinner."

Writing songs is writing songs, and freeloading is freeloading.

I tidied myself up a bit, fixed my hair, and drove over.

Arrived at home.

The little girl held a pencil and was diligently doing her homework while leaning over the coffee table.

My brother-in-law and sister were in the kitchen preparing the ingredients.

The bread lay on the floor, enjoying the coolness.

"Auntie~~"

Upon seeing someone, Hehe called out.

Deng Yiling smiled. It was almost summer, and she was always in a particularly good mood during the summer.

Because you can see that the little girl is more active.

In winter, she becomes less active and is very sensitive to the cold.

"I'll get one for my aunt."

Get up and go to the refrigerator to get one, but not just one; secretly take one for yourself.

Hearing the noise in the kitchen, Deng Ziqi understood what was going on. "You can give it to your aunt, but you can't give it to yourself."

"why?"

"Nonsense, you ate two as soon as you got back. What if you get diarrhea? Eat some more later."

"..."

Children need to be somewhat supervised, otherwise they will have no restraint when it comes to eating.

Sometimes, overeating can lead to catching a cold.

But Deng Yiling bent down to take the popsicle and secretly handed it to Hehe, saying, "You eat half and I'll eat half. Don't let Mom find out."

"Okay, let's not let Mom find out."

The two of them secretly shared an ice pop.

The little girl was very satisfied when she ate, and kept looking in her mother's direction as she ate, afraid that her mother would come out. Deng Yiling liked to see her little face like that.

As I looked at it, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I knew what melody I should write. (End of Chapter)