Chapter 329 Seeking help from the young master of the Deyun Society, a father-son relationship on the verge of collapse.

Someone suddenly blocked my way.

Wang Yueheng subconsciously assumed it was a fan who wanted an autograph.

After listening to the other person introduce themselves, and seeing their face clearly with the help of the light,

Wang Yueheng then realized this.

The other party turned out to be Guo Dalin, the son of the famous Deyun Society, a professional crosstalk troupe in Beijing.

"Nice to meet you... May I ask what brings you here?"

Looking at the well-known second-generation crosstalk performer in front of him, Wang Yueheng asked curiously.

Could it be that the Deyun Society, which performs crosstalk, also wants me to participate in some kind of activity?

Wang Yueheng had heard of this young master of the Guo family before.

Both his character and personality have been unanimously praised by people in the industry.

Although his academic qualifications are not high, his knowledge base is in no way inferior to those so-called high-achieving students.

And he always treats people with courtesy, regardless of the occasion.

Wang Yueheng subconsciously had a good impression of this second-generation crosstalk performer.

"It's a long story. If it's convenient for you, how about we find a quiet teahouse to chat for a while? It's on me!"

Guo Dalin turned his head to look at the passersby who kept passing by and humbly made the suggestion.

Wang Yueheng was speechless.

No wonder they're crosstalk performers; they even go to teahouses to chat and discuss business.

"Have you had dinner yet? How about we go grab some food together?"

"I've just finished a day of competition and I'm hungry," Wang Yueheng said directly.

"No problem! Just tell me the location, and I'll drive there right away."

Seeing that Wang Yueheng did not refuse him, Guo Dalin excitedly agreed.

Then, at Mo Zixue's suggestion.

The three of them found a restaurant specializing in local cuisine near the CCTV building and booked a private room to eat and chat.

While the restaurant was preparing the food.

Guo Dalin blurted out the words he had rehearsed in his mind to Wang Yueheng.

"Are you saying you don't want to inherit the family's crosstalk business, but instead want to enter the film and music industry?"

After listening to the other party's story, Wang Yueheng was extremely surprised.

With such a good family background and career prospects.

This second-generation Beijing resident is actually giving up his family's great business and instead coming to sign a contract to join his studio.

Wang Yueheng even had some doubts.

If I really sign Guo Dalin to my studio.

Will his father, Guo Gang, lead a group of apprentices to storm his Jiangshi studio?

"Every family has its own problems, and I've had enough of all sorts of messy things."

"What do you mean, 'I'm going to compete with Yue Peng for the top spot at Deyun Club'? What do you mean, 'I want to replace my dad as the boss'?"

"If I continue to grit my teeth and persevere like before, I'm afraid I'll develop depression."

Guo Dalin picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said with a bitter and helpless expression.

Listening to the other person's heartfelt story, Wang Yueheng roughly understood.

The rich second-generation boy from a family of crosstalk performers in front of me doesn't live the glamorous life that outsiders might imagine.

I bear a lot of pressure alone in silence.

He simply showed his most optimistic and positive side.

Just like Wang Yueheng, he never wanted others to see his wounds.

When no one is around, he licks his wounds alone.

"Buzzing~"

Just then, Guo Dalin's phone suddenly rang.

"Excuse me…"

The other party glanced at the caller ID and answered the call immediately.

"Dalin, what time is it? Are you coming home or not? Should I save this food for you or not?"

"Everyone's here tonight, are you going to take advantage of your status as a young master to get special treatment?"

As soon as the call connected, a barrage of questions came from the other end.

It was none other than the voice of Guo Gang, Guo Dalin's father.

Hearing this harsh rebuke without any explanation, Wang Yueheng was secretly alarmed.

Is this really how a father speaks to his son...?

It felt more like a reprimand between a master and apprentice, or even between a superior and subordinate.

Guo Dalin sighed helplessly, as if he was suppressing his anger.

He then said, "Dad, I told Mom that I'm coming out to watch the game today, so don't save me dinner tonight."

"Did she forget to tell you?"

Guo Gang's stern voice rang out again: "What are you watching? Will it help improve your skills?"

"Your proper path is to work hard to improve your crosstalk skills. What future can you have by going out to brothels and listening to music with spoiled rich kids every day?"

"Listening to music in a brothel?"

Upon hearing these four words, Wang Yueheng nearly spat out his tea.