"How much do you like it?"
"Like a little white whale who loves the seaside."
"The little white whale on the beach?" Jiang Xinhai raised his head to look at him again. "What little white whale?"
"Just imagine, you walk to the blue seashore, and a little white whale suddenly appears in front of you, spewing out a curved stream of sea water. It has a flat head and round, black, bright eyes. It looks at you with a smile and says, 'Dear lady, would you like to swim with me?' You hold the little white whale, split a white wave in the blue sea, and swim away. You play like this all day long. Don't you think it's wonderful?"
“Excellent.”
"I just like you that much."
Xinhai buried his face in his chest, and Chen Ya felt his chest was hot and wet.
"Is this a confession?" Chen Ya said.
"Calculate."
"Then you agree?"
"I agree."
"Didn't you say you would never agree to it?" Chen Ya said.
"Because I like you 1 billion percent," Xin Hai said, "Even if you say 10,000 percent no, I still have 999,990,000 percent of my heart saying, 'I like you! I do!'"
Chen Ya hugged her for a long time.
…
The record player finished playing the last song "A Woman Easily Hurt". After Jiang Xinhai finished singing in Cantonese, which was not very fluent, hoarse white noise sounded, and the roller was still turning tirelessly.
Lift the stylus with one hand and then cross it with the other hand.
The man asked gently, "Have you finished listening?"
Yingzi looked grim and nodded.
This is Yingzi's reception room at night.
Unlike the bustling scene in the past, there are only three people here now: Yingzi, Ruan Qingzhu, and a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"So I'm asking you this," the man in gold-rimmed glasses said politely, "when you said those things before, did you actually listen to the whole album?"
If the media were here, they would be shocked - the queen Yingzi, the always domineering Yingzi, was now like a primary school student, listening to the lecture seriously.
Not a single word of rebuttal.
Ruan Qingzhu sat on the sofa next to him, looking at his master's face with a little worry.
She knew that the man in the black suit in front of her had an extraordinary background, and even her master Yingzi treated him with great respect.
But she didn't know the other person's name, she only knew that Yingzi called him "Secretary Gao".
A secretary could command such respect from his master. Ruan Qingzhu didn't understand how powerful the leader this secretary served must be.
Secretary Gao pushed his glasses and said, "What he meant was that you should take a break for a while and not come out again."
Yingzi's expression changed constantly: "Is that person going to give up on me?"
"That person isn't giving up on you," Secretary Gao said, his pronunciation very clearly. "That person just wants you to take a break for a while. Stay away from the media and avoid embarrassing yourself in public."
Hearing the words "shameful", Yingzi felt very insignificant all of a sudden.
After thinking for a while, Yingzi raised her head and said, "Actually, I can still sing, I can still make money, and I can make up for my mistakes. As long as I make money for that person..."
Although Secretary Gao did not lose his temper, Ruan Qingzhu clearly felt that the atmosphere had become more depressing.
Yingzi's voice became smaller and smaller.
Secretary Gao waited until she stopped talking before slowly saying:
"You understand, you're a fool, so don't think. No matter how much you think, it will only make that person laugh."
"You make money, but it's not even one-tenth of what that person spent on you. Do you understand what that person wants? It's about the ecosystem... Forget it, I'm telling you this. With your IQ, you don't understand anything."
Ruan Qingzhu held his breath.
Yingzi, who has always been proud, was mercilessly called a fool to her face.
…She suddenly regretted sitting here.
Seeing Yingzi's shameful appearance, she didn't know if she would be the next one to be in trouble.
"You're a fool," Secretary Gao continued. "Do you know that what you said earlier was already very taboo?"
Yingzi looked up and said, "I'm only criticizing from a musical perspective..."
"That's not it." Secretary Gao finally waved his hand impatiently and said, "It's what you said about farmers."
Yingzi said "Oh" softly.
She also knew that because of what she said, the "person" behind her had to work very hard to help her suppress the problem.
Now she regrets it too.
"This is a very taboo statement, do you understand?" Secretary Gao said, "For some beings, your words are equivalent to directly cursing them, cursing their ancestors, do you understand?"
Yingzi's face flushed.
"Don't show up anymore," Secretary Gao said, pointing to a number with his fingers. "Seven years. Don't appear in public for seven years."
Yingzi's face suddenly turned pale.
"My voice is at its peak right now. If I take a break, my career might..."
Secretary Gao said stiffly, "I'm not discussing this with you right now."
“…” Yingzi didn’t dare to speak anymore.
"Seven years is the internet's forgetfulness cycle," Secretary Gao said. "Everything will be forgotten after seven years, and then you can repackage your image."
Yingzi was uneasy.
Secretary Gao probably didn't want to make the atmosphere too awkward, so he slowed down his tone and said:
"Do you know that the Lu family and the Qin family are planning a marriage recently?"
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