Chapter 388: Taking the Lead

Just two days after the interview, the first news about the talented performer of the Northwest Art Troupe appeared in the newspaper.

I have to say that Yingyuan Publishing House's publishing speed is quite impressive. The manuscript is impeccable in terms of writing style and it brings Lin Zihuai's life to life.

"That's great. It's a good opportunity to take advantage of the Henan Province charity performance to make Zihuai famous. Mingzhou, I'll go to the post office later and send this newspaper to my parents to make them happy."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Chu Mingzhou put on his coat and was about to go out.

"No, it's only a few stops, not far."

"Okay, then be careful. I'm going to the group."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Lin Anan now has the habit of reading newspapers. When she opened the newspaper this morning, she saw such good news and was so happy.

Although it has only been published in the Northwest Daily and only on the second page, it has a good layout, good content and is quite eye-catching. It is only a matter of time before it becomes popular. If it continues to ferment, it may bring even greater surprises.

The sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the table, dyeing the headline of the newspaper "The Rising Star of the Northwest Art Troupe" golden.

Her fingertips stroked the photo of Lin Zihuai holding an accordion in the newspaper - the young man had a firm look in his eyes and a graceful demeanor. Below the photo was the caption "From the countryside to the stage: talented performer - Lin Zihuai".

"sister!"

Lin Anan had just packed up and was about to go out when Lin Zihuai came in a hurry, with his military cap tilted on his head and a few newspapers in his hands.

"Sister! The art troupe is in an uproar, everyone is discussing my affairs!" He slammed the newspaper on the table, smiling with his big white teeth shining, and was so happy that he didn't know what to say.

Lin Anan turned around with a smile and helped him adjust his military cap, "It's expected, but this is just the beginning.

My goal... is to get you noticed by the Provincial Department of Culture. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. If you can be selected to participate in the military-civilian gala..."

"ah?"

Lin Zihuai’s smile froze on his face, and he was completely stunned.

Military-civilian gala?

He didn't even dare to think about it...

Lin Anan looked at Lin Zihuai's stunned expression and reached out to poke him lightly: "Why, are you scared already?"

Lin Zihuai lowered his head and stroked the edge of the newspaper, his Adam's apple moving: "But sister, that's a party attended by the province's top art groups, it's... it's going to be on TV!"

Lin Zihuai recalled that the first time he met Mu Youwei was when they were watching the military-civilian gala on TV.

The lights on the stage were bright at that time, and Mu Youwei looked so high-spirited when he was standing in the center performing. It was amazing!

“That’s why we have to seize the opportunity.”

Lin Anan took out a stack of documents from the drawer. On top was the planning proposal she had compiled over the past two days. "I have discussed with Director Bailing of the Cultural Troupe that you will have a grassroots tour next year, and the theme will be 'Military Soul in the Sound of the Piano'. Your latest original songs such as 'Returning in the Snowy Wind' and 'Lone Wolf in the Northern Desert' will be put on the program.

In addition, Du Juan has a talent for planning. I will personally guide her and let her work hard in this direction. If you want to shine in the art troupe, you must have special skills..."

After all, the art troupe will be disbanded in the future, and it is not easy to become a national-level actor.

Of course, Lin Anan didn't dare to say these thoughts.

Lin Anan had already planned the future path for the two of them through her words.

Lin Zihuai subconsciously rubbed his hands on his thighs, "Sister... I will listen to you."

He knew what was good for him. It would be a lie to say he wasn't touched by the way his sister worked so hard to pave the way for him.

"Is there nothing going on with the art troupe today?"

"Well, the instructor gave our group two days off so that we can have a good rest and regroup."

"Okay, come with me to the post office. I want to mail something to my parents."

"Okay~"

The post office was filled with the mixed smell of ink and kraft paper. Lin Anan pushed the wrapped package onto the counter. In addition to the newspaper with Lin Zihuai's report, there were also several books.

There is no shortage of food and drink at home, so there is no need to bring anything else.

In addition to mailing these things, Lin Anan mainly wanted to send some money and tickets back home.

She has money now, and she is not just saying it casually when she talks about building a house for her family.

In this era, three thousand yuan is enough for an ordinary family to build three large tiled houses and purchase all the furniture for the house.

"Sister, you want to give your family three thousand dollars?"

"Well, the house at home should have been built a long time ago. I wanted to take 5,000 yuan, but my mother said she wouldn't accept anything, so I had to send it over."

Lin Zihuai stared at the number on the remittance slip, pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed Lin Anan's wrist, "Sister, you take 2,000 and I'll take 1,000."

"Um?"

The last time Lin Anan looked at his small piggy bank, he saw a thousand yuan in it. This money was his wife’s capital!

So generous?

"Sister, you're right. It's time to rebuild our adobe house. Every time it rains, Dad always has to climb a ladder to fix the leaking roof. It's not safe."

Lin Anan raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, "Not bad, you still feel sorry for your father."

Lin Zihuai touched his head a little embarrassedly, "I used to feel sorry for Dad, but... I didn't know how to make money before."

"Well, you are not needed. Keep your money for marrying a wife. If you are really interested, work harder in the future. There will be plenty of opportunities."

Lin Zihuai hurriedly shook his head, "No, I'll give it to you when I get back. I really have money."

Lin Anan lowered her head to fill out the receipt, the tip of her fountain pen rustling on the paper: "I'll owe it to you first. I have money now. The publishing house gave me a considerable amount of royalties."

There was frost on the glass windows of the post office, and the sunlight shone through the gaps onto the remittance slip, making the numbers particularly clear.

Lin Zihuai suddenly felt his eyes sore. For the first time, he felt that making money was good. It was really good to make money...

"Okay, then when I make some money, I'll give you three thousand! This money should be paid by me. I'm the son of the family, and I have to take the lead."

"I understand. You are the one who takes the responsibilities. I am like water that has been poured out after being married off."

"No way! You will always be my sister, and I won't let you know."

Lin Anan handed the receipt to the staff with a smile.

When the staff saw the amount... they were slightly surprised.

After everything was done, the two walked out of the post office.

The cold wind blew snowflakes in her face. Lin Anan tightened her scarf and said, "The New Year is coming soon. It's time to settle your relationship with Du Juan while it's getting busy at the end of the year."

Lin Zihuai said a lot of cheesy things to Lin Anan without feeling embarrassed, but when the topic of marriage was brought up, his face turned red.

"You don't have to have any contact with the Du family's parents, but you must follow the proper etiquette, so that Du Juan can marry decently."

Lin Zihuai frowned slightly, but nodded in agreement.

"Mom has told me everything that needs to be prepared. She wants to wait until she gets here to do it, but I think we should finalize it sooner, in case something unexpected happens."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."