Lin Tiangu sat beside the bed and nodded.
Lin Shiyi's cousin's real name is Zhang Fenglian. She can't go out to work because of a herniated disc.
Most of the work is done by Tiangu.
"Tian Gu, then you should quickly remit a few thousand yuan to Shiyiji. This child is very filial."
Zhang Fenglian sighed with distress: "When he came back at the beginning of the year, his career was obviously not going well and he didn't make much money, but he still insisted on giving us 10,000 yuan. I know that he borrowed this 10,000 yuan."
"Tian Gu, take the 10,000 yuan you've saved in the past six months and remit 9,000 yuan to Eleven. My illness costs too much money, and I don't want to treat it."
After hearing these words, Lin Tiangu fell silent. He turned around and left the simple mud house.
When he got outside, his eyes became red and tears welled up in them.
Only at his age did he know what powerlessness meant.
His son's career was not going well, and his wife was suffering from a serious illness, not just a herniated disc.
The treatment would cost tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars.
The villagers borrowed all the money they could.
…
An hour later, a text message popped up on Lin Shiyi's side, indicating that 9,000 yuan had been deposited into his bank card.
Seeing this message, Lin Shiyi was stunned: "How can my parents have so much money? They must have sent it all to me."
He didn't know that his father's illness was somewhat serious, he just thought that his father and mother were carefree in the countryside.
"Let's wait until the New Year to go back to the countryside. There's still more than a month left anyway."
The Spring Festival in this world is on January 1st. There is no distinction between the lunar calendar and the solar calendar.
"Xiao Linzi, is this your office?"
Song Lanlan stood outside the door and knocked. After getting a response, she pushed the door open and said, "I brought you the roster report for next month's season."
After hearing the supervisor's reminder, Lin Shiyi remembered that next month would be December, the Season of the Gods.
After half a year of waiting, the last season of the year is finally here, which can be called the Battle of the Gods.
After the War of the Gods, Lin Shiyi will start his journey to becoming a god by winning the championship for twelve consecutive seasons.
"Next month's playlist is going to be pretty intense."
Song Lanlan placed a folder on the table and said, "The company only made reports for some famous composers, such as Zhongli, the song god who founded the company."
"The Creation Camp has already started promoting Zhong Shen's new song. Judging from their attitude, they are planning to win the championship and return home. They mainly want to regain the face they lost in front of you a few months ago."
"The song goddess Zhu Jingxi from Chuxing has also surfaced. She has returned from Zhongzhou after further studies. Chuxing is promoting it strongly this time, and the momentum is quite big."
"If Zhu Jingxi is nominated again by the official media, Luoyang will have its first second-time song god."
Hearing this, Lin Shiyi nodded gently: "Chu Xing came prepared this time."
Thinking about the fact that Manager Lai was admitted to the hospital and even sent to the intensive care unit, I couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Aren't you nervous?" Song Lanlan saw his nonchalant expression and a puzzled look appeared on her face.
"Why should I be nervous? I have three songs on the charts of Season of the Gods. I'm not nervous at all." Lin Shiyi shrugged.
Song Lanlan suddenly nodded, thinking that this made sense: "That's right. In the Gods Season, a bunch of music gods are making moves. We don't expect to win the championship. We will be satisfied if one of the three songs makes it into the top ten."
"Hmm..." Lin Shiyi saw a familiar name on the report document.
Qu Shen, Yan Ling.
The remaining names are either top-notch gold medal composers with the potential to become gods, or they are emerging talented gold medal composers.
As strong as himself to be promoted to gold medal.
These people are all strong opponents. If you happen to encounter a burst of inspiration, you can kill them all in the season from January to November and survive.
As for the Season of the Gods, so far, no one has been able to kill indiscriminately except those at the second level or above.
If Yifengqushen performs well, he can only secure the championship and prevent the second place from overtaking him, but the gap is not big.
Suddenly, Lin Shiyi saw a name on the list, and behind it was written "Second God of Music"!
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