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

"It's such a waste that I came here to take care of you, but you still played a trick on me. I even thought of what dish to cook for my son-in-law."

Deng's mother complained.

She is very satisfied with her son-in-law.

In the past, my eldest daughter was often upset and unhappy because of the insults on the Internet, but since she met him, she is happy every day.

This illustrates a problem.

He brought her great happiness and then covered up the usual bad events.

"Mom, you can make him a side dish and have it as a snack when you get back."

"You're just thinking about Teacher Yu's cooking video."

"It's fun, really fun. Making dishes you've never seen before, you really don't know what they taste like. There was a mustard pile you've never heard of before, and it tastes almost unbeatable."

"Okay, I'll do it. I'm happy for you. How about some cold dishes for summer?"

"Sure, I have a video, just follow the video."

After a while, Deng Ziqi searched out two videos.

A boiled chicken, which she has made before, it is quite delicious, you can try it.

Another one is cold potato shreds. I haven’t tried this before, so I’m a little curious.

I immediately handed the phone to my mother.

"Here, take your time to learn."

Deng's mother watched the video speechlessly. The first boiled chicken alone scared her.

In the summer, I love eating poached chicken. I prepare the condiments. Soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, green onions, ginger, garlic, and sugar—all mixed together...

"Is this what the kitchen is for? How can it hold so many things?"

"Hahaha, that's all, and it's quite delicious."

Deng's mother is a native Shanghainese. Shanghainese people would never put so many things in their food and their food is relatively light.

"I'll go to the fridge and get a few large chicken drumsticks and use them."

"Okay, okay, I want to see what it tastes like."

"Are you curious about what it tastes like? I told you it's fascinating."

They are cooking.

Wait until a little time has passed.

Guo Qilin is on his way back.

The concert is not a crosstalk, there is no special gathering. After the performance, you can have a quick bite to eat, sign some autographs and then leave to rest.

But the autographed photo almost cost him his life.

I don’t know how many signatures I need each time, but fortunately there are three sessions, so I can distribute them in three installments.

When I got home, I was exhausted.

A concert lasting more than two hours, with non-stop singing and moving around, would be difficult for anyone to endure.

"I am back."

Deng Ziqi was so happy to see her husband come back that she waited for him early, and her mother followed him.

"Look, look, this is the side dish my mom made. How about you try it? You just say I made it, but what can you say about my mom's cooking?"

"what?"

Guo Qilin was a little tired and didn't react. "Mom actually followed suit? Is that possible? You're the only one who has this hobby."

"Why not? She made it. Come and try it."

At this time, Deng's mother smiled embarrassedly and nodded continuously to confirm that she did it.

Just one more thing by the way.

"She insisted on making it for me. You should try it. I've never done anything like this before."

"Okay, I'll try it."

I made boiled chicken and cold potato shreds.

Guo Qilin thought everything tasted delicious and kept praising it, but his master's dishes were only meant to be eaten with wine.

Only my wife wants to have it as a midnight snack.

Of course He He likes it too. Children love delicious things, but she is sleeping soundly now and doesn’t know that there are delicious foods outside.

"Don't work so hard, just take a rest."

Deng's mother had already washed up and nodded to go to bed. She couldn't rest in peace with her daughter around and had to stay with her until now.

As for the room where she slept, it was naturally an empty room that Deng Yiling had vacated when she was taking care of the children.

"You too, is it necessary? You should get more rest when you're pregnant."

"I can't sit still. I like to play, you know." Deng Ziqi found an excuse.

"Then why don't you play with He He? She has more energy than you."

"She falls asleep by herself around 10 o'clock every night. She's been very sleepy lately."

"Maybe he didn't take a nap at school and just played around. Never mind, let's take a break. We have a concert tomorrow."

It was late at night and Guo Qilin didn't want to delay any longer, so he washed up and went to sleep with his wife.

When he went to sleep, he always paid attention to the baby in his belly, consciously or unconsciously. It was only two months old, so it was still too early for the baby to come out.

But time always flies by fast. In the past, He He was a little baby who was afraid of giving birth, but now she is almost a grown-up girl in the community.

Eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

It's not easy

"So have you chosen a name?" Deng Ziqi lay on the bed, his movements much more careful than before.

"No, it's not that easy to come up with. There are so many fans suggesting names, it's impossible to choose one, so we have to rely on our own. But this does give me some inspiration, we'll discuss it in a few days."

"Well, I hope to choose a nice name so that outsiders can tell that we are sisters or brother and sister."

The couple chatted for a while.

I fell asleep naturally.

Guo Qilin was tired after being busy all night, while Deng Ziqi felt a little tired because her body gradually became heavier after she became pregnant.

By the next day, the video of yesterday's concert, shot by the official and fans, became a huge hit.

The first video that went viral was Deng Yiling's singing video. The song "Ningxia" received rave reviews online before it was officially released on any music platform.

The number of video views is rising rapidly.

According to Master, once the song is exposed, it will definitely become a hit.

So early in the morning, Guo Qilin didn't have time to think about anything else and was busy releasing and promoting the song.

The reason for recording early is to maximize the popularity today.

It turned out to be very effective, only at 8 o'clock in the evening.

The song squeezed into the top three of major charts on music platforms.

The number of views has directly reached tens of millions.

At the same time, the three words "Deng Yiling" became more and more attractive, and her fans increased by hundreds of thousands in a blink of an eye.

"This is just the beginning. The people Dalin supports will definitely become extremely popular."

In the evening, Guo Qilin continued his concert.

Yu Qian and Bai Huimin were frantically watching all the videos related to their children.

Apart from the song, millions of people also watched Shaobing sing "Shoe Shine".

Today, Huilinshe has become synonymous with traffic.

Especially at the end, Dalin asked fans to come up with a name, and more than a dozen people expressed their ideas. Unfortunately, there was no choice, so it could only be decided.

"What do you think we should choose?"

Bai Huimin has her own opinion on naming. "I think sisters should have the same name. The older one can be called Yuhe, and the younger one can be called Yu or something else. Boys are different. The word 'Yu' is too delicate. But they also have to match. So how do we match them?"

"I think we should draw lots."

"Drawing lots is such a hassle. Hey, take a look at this first."

Bai Huimin accidentally discovered another video, which showed Deng Yiling going on stage, looking nervous and embarrassed.

After all, she had just been told by someone in the audience not to listen to Dalin, but to listen to her. And the person who shouted that was Shaobing.

"Shaobing is OK, he knows how to handle things."

"That's the only good thing about him."

"I always thought Yi Ling was shameless. Can she become popular as a singer?"

"Singers are not actors, so it's no problem. They just need good works and albums to build on their success. But looking at Dalin's condition, I want her to hold a concert first."

Yu Qian had never worked at Dalin's record company. Although he liked singing, he was not a professional, so he never got involved.

"Then shouldn't Xiao Yue hold a concert? Yi Ling is more qualified to hold one, and some of her songs are quite good. 'Ningxia' has already been on the charts today."

"That being said, singers back then weren't so simple. They created crazy works one after another. The music scene nowadays is not what you would call the music scene. No wonder Dalin didn't often get involved in this area before."

As the master, he had nothing to say, but at the same time, he didn't really support Yue Yunpeng opening one.

You said you have dreams and want to fulfill your wishes.

Why don't you just set aside half an hour or an hour to sing when you are performing crosstalk?
There was also a singing party for several thousand people.

What to sing?
Singing the Five Rings? Singing the Yingying in "The West Chamber" sitting in boredom? Singing "Sending My Lover" and not letting you worry or feel sad?
It really doesn't deserve to be called a concert.

Or perhaps just the thought of it made Yu Qian feel embarrassed, so he decided not to go at all, and did not agree even if he was invited.

I can't say anything good from the bottom of my heart.

But to be honest, you can really make money by opening one. The highest ticket price is over a thousand, and the lowest is a few hundred.

There are 5,000 seats.

In total, I can earn more than three million.

Excluding venue rental and various miscellaneous expenses, Yue Yunpeng's net income per performance is over one million.

By sharing the profits with Deyun Society, Deyun Society itself can also earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a day.

Then there were seven or eight games.

Deyun Society can easily get a share of one or two million, so why not do it?
As expected, just a few seconds after Yu Qian had thought about it, he received a call from Yue Yunpeng on his phone.

Guo Degang invited Yu Qian, but Yu Qian said he might have something to do.

Yue Yunpeng can only invite himself.

"Master, my concert is coming up soon. I'll send some tickets over for you and your wife. Are you home?"

Yu Qian wanted to say that he was busy, but when he asked, he found that the person was already on the way, so he acted without authorization.

"We are at home, now is a good time to come."

"Okay, sir. We'll be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Qian glanced at Bai Huimin with a smile on his face, "She's already here, there's no way to refuse her even if I want to."

"I'm looking for you specifically. It seems the concert needs something interesting too?"

"Why not?"

A concert is not just a concert, it also needs publicity points and hot spots to increase its popularity.

This will give you more reason to do more in the future.

This is how Yue Yunpeng did it for the first time.

However, she doesn't have as good popularity as Guo Qilin. Just because she is good at variety shows doesn't mean she is willing to support his concert, unless the actor is an actor she has recently collaborated with on a variety show.

Even so, the highlights and marketing points are insufficient.

In this case, it is natural to ask Teacher Yu to come over.

Not much time.

Yue Yunpeng arrived with bags full of gifts.

"Oh, you bought so many things? Why waste money?"

Bai Huimin got up to pick up the things.

After looking at what he bought, he looked distressed.

The good guy's gift cost thousands, and he seemed determined to get his uncle to go.

"No need to be manly." Yu Qian said.

"Is necessary."

Yue Yunpeng kept smiling and sat down with the old man. "I haven't come to see you in a long time. Besides, I really want to invite you to the concert. It would be even better if you could sing a few songs."

"Forget about me singing. I don't have the energy to do that. I didn't even go to Dalin's concert. At most, I can just join in the fun from downstairs."

Uncle Yu agreed immediately, and Yue Yunpeng felt much better. He didn't expect that he didn't give face to his master but gave face to himself.

However, in reality, I was not giving him face. He had already come and bought gifts. It would be too shameful to refuse him.

"Uncle, honestly, do you think this concert is not held at the right time?"

Come over for the conversation.

Yu Qianyou said, "You should at least wait for a while. It's not good to clash with Dalin. People will compare you with him."

"I can't help it, who would have thought it would be such a coincidence. But singing has been a dream of mine since I was little. Ever since I started learning crosstalk, I've loved listening to the songs of Faye Wong and others.

I love to listen to it myself, and when I was little, other people also liked to hear me sing it. My neighbor's brother and sister-in-law would ask me to sing a few lines when they bought wheat. My elementary school teacher also liked to hear me sing it, because she was the one who taught me.

Later, I couldn't learn crosstalk no matter what I did. When my master's wife saw that I could sing a few lines, she asked me if I could learn to play the big drum or sing fast-paced storytelling with my master. It was this sentence that gave me confidence again, otherwise I would have quit.

So, uncle, I really like singing."

After recounting the short story, Yue Yunpeng's expression did not change, only his eyes became deeper. "I am almost old now, and I am afraid that if I don't complete this dream, I will not have the time and energy to complete it.

As a result, many people opposed me when I started, maybe even my fellow apprentices, and I felt a little uncomfortable. "

Not to mention his fellow disciples who were against it, Yu Qian himself was also against it, unable to resist feeling soft-hearted.

It really hasn't been easy for Xiao Yue. From a naive and silly person to the transformation he is today, he has experienced no less than others.

琢磨了几秒钟。

He spoke immediately.

"How about this, I'll invite a few more people for you on the day of the concert, so you can have fun at the concert."

"Who are you calling?"

Yue Yunpeng's heart was pounding at this moment. Could it be that his name was Dalin?

If his name is Dalin, then don't even think about the highlights, just go for the king bomb.

It can even be said that no concert in the entire music industry can compare to it.

Because Dalin's value is so high, not only does he have a large number of fans, but his singing skills are absolutely better than anyone else in the music industry.

What is more worth mentioning is his overwhelming popularity and audience, which is almost as influential as a superstar.

"Please invite the Black Panther Band and let them sing an impromptu song."

"Really? That's great."

Yue Yunpeng's originally happy mood waned a little, and he said it was impossible to invite Dalin.

As long as the master is in Dalin, he won’t come.

Suddenly, he didn't want his master to go anymore, he just wanted Dalin to come.

Dalin has much greater influence than Master.

But I can't say it out loud, it would be disrespectful to my teacher if I said it out loud.

"Come, Xiaoyue, have some fruit."

Bai Huimin cut some fruit and brought it out.

"Master's wife, are you free?"

"I, I might not be free. Your concert isn't just in Yanjing. You have to go to other places, right?"

"Ah."

"I'm in Yanjing, so it's a bit inconvenient to go to other places. Besides, Dalin is going to have her second child soon, and I have to take care of her."

"Yes, Dalin is about to have his second child, so he can't leave."

Bai Huimin initially refused, but she looked at Yu Qian with a smile on her face. Yu Qian was annoyed because she could refuse but he couldn't.

It was Hehe's day off that day; I should have taken her out to play instead. Why did we have to waste the whole night? (End of Chapter)