Just as Pei Hanzhou said, this extra-rich milk candy was indeed very sweet. From then on, whether Lin Luosang was writing songs or blowing his hair, the sweet smell lingered around his nose, making people feel as if they were the reincarnation of the milk candy spirit.
She has long, curly hair, so every time she blows it dry, she uses her fingers to curl a small strand of hair and blows it through to help hold it in place. But she usually blows the ends of her hair very slowly, and often loses patience before it's completely dry, just letting it hang over her shoulders and waiting for it to dry naturally before going about her own business.
——Tonight is no exception.
Just as she was composing the track with her hair about 80% dry, Aguai sent her a video: [Today, I’m updating my freestyle. Sister Sang, please help me take a look at this flow!]
Aguai is a teenager who is extremely obsessed with rap and often shoots videos of impromptu rap. Later, during a casual chat, Lin Luosang suggested that he could give similar videos a name and tag them as a column to update. Aguai praised her suggestion on the spot, but he couldn't think of a name no matter how hard he tried.
The name "Weird Freestyle" was casually given to him by Lin Luosang. He liked it very much and said that it fits the positioning and also has his name. He immediately praised Lin Luosang with 500 words of flattery.
Because Lin Luosang is the "named mentor" of the column, Aguai often sends her the freestyle he wants to update and asks her for some advice.
Lin Luosang didn't think much about it, clicked on Aguai's video and began to listen carefully.
After listening to it, he gave some of his own opinions. Aguai shouted "Okay" and disappeared. I guess he went to make some revisions.
Just as she was about to turn off the video and continue writing songs, the man behind her who was watching the financial news spoke.
"I heard from Luo Xun that you are quite familiar with this little brat?"
"Who?" Lin Luosang turned around and took a moment to react. Only when he saw his own screen did he remember, "Oh, you mean Ah Guai?"
"We have an okay relationship, what's wrong?"
She asked casually while working on the sound effects with headphones in one ear.
Pei Hanzhou's phone happened to light up at this moment. It was Luo Xun, who had gone to great lengths to add his WeChat account, sending another message: [Don't forget my ticket!! Thank you for your grace!!!]
The man glanced at the message preview, then turned his phone upside down on the table and said lightly.
"nothing."
She laughed, "I thought you were going to ask me for tickets or something. He's going to have a concert soon, at the Wanqiu Stadium. If I get a ticket, I should be able to get a front row seat."
The man changed the channel aimlessly: "Are you going to see his concert?"
"Of course," she said without hesitation, even finding his question a bit strange. "Isn't it my duty to support my brother's concert?"
"He is your biological brother?"
Lin Luosang frowned, wondering if his brain was clogged with sugar. "My last name is Lin, and his last name is Yu. What do you think?"
The man was even more speechless: "What era is it now? There are still people who have brothers?"
"Our relationship is a pure brother-sister relationship," she said, typing away at the keyboard. "Our brother is different from your man's sister. There's no ambiguity involved, okay?"
After saying this, Lin Luosang raised his eyebrows teasingly, leaned back on the sofa, rested his wrists idly, and asked sideways, "Boss Pei must have quite a lot of sisters, right?"
The man looked at her for a moment, but before he could reply, she went to the balcony to make a phone call, as if she was just asking casually and didn't care about the answer.
Lin Luosang faced the cold wind on the balcony and listened online as Sheng Qianye passionately insulted his boss for fifteen minutes. In the end, Sheng Qianye was forced to interrupt his venting because his mouth was too dry. "I'm tired of talking. I'll make a note of where I've been and continue next time."
“…”
Lin Luosang glanced at the time and said, "It's really time for you to go to bed. After all, you have to get up early to film tomorrow."
"I don't want to go to work," Sheng Qianye sighed heavily, "I envy you for just standing on the stage and singing every day. The environment for us filming in the mountains is too harsh."
"You make money from filming. If you compare your balance with mine, it won't be so hard."
"Are you serious, Madam Pei? You're asking me to compete with you to see who's richer?" Sheng Qianye sighed. "You're going too far, woman. I feel like you're mocking me. It's boring. I'm hanging up."
Lin Luosang:?
After finishing the call with Sheng Qianye, she planned to put on a facial mask, write some songs, and then go to bed. When she went into the bathroom to get the mask, she happened to see the man just finishing his shower.
He had a towel hanging around his neck, and while she was washing her hands, he seemed to have finally found an opportunity to continue the topic that had been interrupted earlier: "I don't have a sister."
Lin Luosang was blank for a few seconds before tuning into his channel. Then he smiled mysteriously and nudged his shoulder, "I understand."
Then, the man watched her put on the mask while happily humming "She is just my sister/My sister said purple is very charming". After putting it on, he ruthlessly took it away and ran to the bed to compose music.
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
The next afternoon, Lin Luosang went to a nearby brand's commercial event. While putting on makeup backstage, she heard Yue Hui's familiar gossiping voice: "Do you know who I bumped into last night when I went out for barbecue?"
Lin Luosang closed his eyes and let the makeup artist put on eye shadow: "Who?"
"I ran into Qi Zhi's manager. Damn, what's even more amazing is that Qi Zhi was dancing beside him with great enthusiasm. Can you believe it?"
After hearing the familiar name, Lin Luosang pondered for a moment: "Qi Zhi? Wasn't she injured and unable to continue recording "Audio-Visual Feast"? Then Ni Tong filled in."
"Yes, I was also puzzled at the time. It's said that she had a broken bone, and it takes a hundred days for a broken bone to heal. How could she be dancing on a dance machine in just a dozen days? Out of curiosity, I went to ask," Yue Hui recounted the story vividly, holding a cup of coffee. "I got a top-secret piece of gossip. Can you guess what it is?"
The assistant couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Hui, you are chatting, not telling a story, there is no need to leave suspense."
Yue Hui: "Qi Zhi didn't have a fracture at all. The production team is using the same tactic as in the first season! They wanted to promote Ni Tong, so they lied and pulled Qi Zhi off."
"If we play it this way, what's the point of setting up the challenge system?" Lin Luosang was speechless.
"There are risks in challenging a champion. If you lose, you'll be laughed at for a second try, and even if you win, it's nothing to be proud of. But Ni Tong's level is pretty good, and her fan-attracting ability is about the same as expected. She's much more promising than Jiang Mei."
Lin Luosang: "Why are we talking about Jiang Mei again?"
"You should know how Ni Tong landed on the show. Such a great show kicked people out just because of her words. How could she have received such treatment without an investor's handpicked treatment?" Yue Hui was inspired to write poetry. "As the saying goes, when one Jiang Mei falls, thousands of Jiang Meis stand up. No one can always have the favor of the sponsor, but there will always be someone who can."
"Speak human language."
"Ni Tong is being kept by someone." Yue Hui touched his eyebrows. "The show is so popular, you know? Many people want to climb onto the capital's bed but can't, but once they do, the treatment is different."
"There are so many people vying for Ni Tong's position. You can't just sleep with her and get her in. If you don't have some skills, there's no way they'll get you on the show. It's too realistic."
"Reincarnation is a skill. Not everyone has a husband as awesome as you, Lin Luosang."
"Why are you talking about me again?" Lin Luosang opened his eyes. "Are you two accepting money from Pei Hanzhou? You speak well of him in front of me every day."
"It's just a genuine expression of his feelings. After all, he's fucking rich!" Yue Hui stood up. "I was only talking about the money. He's just a bitch to you. I understand. In all these performances, I've never seen him take the initiative to show concern for you once."
"But never mind, for the money's sake."
…
Ever since hearing what Yue Hui said, Lin Luosang felt more and more that the program crew was taking care of Ni Tong.
For example, even after being mocked online for the entire last episode, the production team didn't replace her. The music director even personally came to comfort her, saying, "You haven't practiced for long, so it's already very good for your first performance. Don't be discouraged. I'll help you conduct this time, and I'm sure you can change everyone's perception. Seniors have all experienced ridicule before, so you really don't have to take it too seriously."
Even when Ni Tong was rehearsing, the production team set off special effects fireworks for her on the side of the stage, and each explosion cost a lot of money.
Not only that, Ni Tong even had a large amount of dry ice, and his arrangement was like that of an emperor attending court.
After a while, it was Lin Luosang's turn, and the differential treatment became more and more obvious. She saw that fireworks were allowed during rehearsals, so she asked to have a look at the fireworks to see the effect and decide whether to use them on the official stage.
Unexpectedly, he was rejected: "Well... the fuel is not enough, and the prop teacher has gone off work. You see, it's already past ten o'clock, and everyone is tired. You can go back and rest after rehearsing for a while. It seems that you are also very tired today. A good rest will help you perform better, right?"
Lin Luosang frowned, thinking it was a matter of money: "I can pay for the expenses myself, and you can all ask my agent to reimburse Ni Tong for the expenses mentioned above."
When the person opposite heard her mention Ni Tong, he knew she had seen it, and he felt a little embarrassed. He pretended to be embarrassed: "It's not a matter of money...baby, it's just too troublesome. And without the application, it really can't be done. I'll see if I can help you apply for it next time. That's all for today. After all, you rehearse for a long time every time, and the teachers must be a little tired..."
In the end, of course, there were no fireworks or dry ice for her, and there was even a problem with the stage lighting in the middle of the show.
When she went home to get her clothes, Yue Hui happened to be with her. Yue Hui was also very angry: "As if everyone doesn't know that you beat the loser last time, you are so anxious to give the loser a promotion this time, as if you are afraid that your performance will be a little more exciting and suppress the loser, right? This is really extreme, so disgusting that I almost vomited my dinner."
Lin Luosang shrugged: "After all, he has a backer, I can't compare to him."
The assistant also said, "What kind of orders did the investor father have to give to achieve this? He is too servile."
"You don't understand shit! You need the investor to tell you this?!" Yue Hui advised his assistant. "Anyone who's made it to this position is a shrewd person. With just a few pointers, they'll understand what's going on. Once they do well, the production team will continue to work with them. And once the show is done well and the people they want to promote are popular, the title sponsor will continue to invest in the next season, and the show will attract more and better investments. The more money the production team makes, the more they can give to the people below them. So for them, this seemingly small step is actually a win-win situation."
"...So that's how it is." The assistant suddenly realized, "I got it."
After getting the clothes, Lin Luosang left immediately because she had another commercial to shoot tonight.
But I didn't expect to see Pei Hanzhou when I opened the door. He was sitting not far away reading a magazine. I don't know if he heard their conversation.
Without time to think, Lin Luosang rushed to the magazine shooting site.
It was already past twelve o'clock when she finished shooting for the magazine. When she returned home and washed up, it was exactly one o'clock.
She crawled into bed, about to check her phone before going to sleep, when she suddenly heard the man ask, "Is the next show about to be recorded?"
"Well," she asked, "how do you know?"
"I heard you guys chatting," he rolled up the magazine, turned a page calmly, and said lightly, "Do you want my help?"
She raised her eyes to look at the man's profile, and pondered for a long time before she understood the meaning of the word "help".
She didn't know why, but she shook her head without thinking much and said, "No thanks."
After she said that, she seemed a little regretful, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. After all, she just wanted to make good music and didn't want to make things too complicated.
She turned over and closed her eyes, struggling with whether she should refuse or not, and slowly fell asleep while thinking about this.
But when I woke up the next day, I felt a little lost, wondering if I had missed a great opportunity...
In the next few days, she devoted herself to rehearsals, and Pei Hanzhou did not return home. Everyone was busy with their own things.
The realization that something was wrong began at the first rehearsal on Saturday morning.
The recording will start at 8 o'clock on Saturday night. Before that, the artists will decide the time and frequency of their rehearsals based on demand.
Since Lin Luosang had high requirements, Yue Hui communicated with the director team in advance and said that she would be the first to rehearse at around six in the morning and the last to rehearse again at around four in the afternoon. If there was any free time in between when other guests were not using the show, she could also go on stage.
The program crew did not respond at that time, and they all took it as a tacit agreement. As a result, when they were rushing to the program crew at 5:30 the next morning, they received a message saying that Ni Tong needed to rehearse, and they didn't know how long it would take. The implication was that Lin Luosang had to wait.
Yue Hui was furious at the time and was ready to call and scold the production team. However, the other party was probably scared and the call could not be connected no matter what. So Yue Hui directly sent a voice message on WeChat to vent his anger.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you had other artist arrangements? Why didn't you respond then? Now we're all fucking on board and you're making us wait? Is that human nature? It's not like we're the most noble and have to be first, but it's basic courtesy to notify us in advance of other arrangements. Do you think we're easy to bully because we're nice? What's going on? Do you have a mouth full of gold? Do you think money will fall out of your mouth if you open it? Typing can break bones, and moving your brain can cause oxygen deprivation? You had a pituitary gland removal surgery, right?"
Yue Hui cursed to his heart's content. Seeing that they still had plenty of time, the three of them had breakfast nearby before going to the lounge. When they opened the door, they found a fruit platter on the table.
The program team's fruit platter, like after-meal desserts elsewhere, is a treatment only available to VIPs. So far, only Ni Tong and Jiang Mei have had it.
Yue Hui was also stunned when he saw the platter: "Why did you send this suddenly? Are you feeling guilty?"
"You actually think they feel guilty?" Lin Luosang leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. "You think they have too much conscience."
"Right...then why did they suddenly send this over? Was it poisoned?" Yue Hui began to speculate wildly, dumping everything into the trash can. "A singer's water was drugged before, causing permanent damage to their voice. We'd better be careful with this stupid production team."
Unexpectedly, a moment later, someone knocked on the door, holding a basket of hot soup dumplings, and asked Lin Luosang with a smile: "Teacher Sangsang, have you eaten? These are freshly baked chicken soup dumplings. Would you like to try them? After you eat, we can start rehearsing. There's no one rehearsing on stage right now, so there's no need to rush. Just go at your own pace. Everyone is waiting."
After finishing this long string of words, the lounge of Lin Luosang's upper circle fell into a silence comparable to that of a college entrance examination hall.
Lin Luosang and Yue Hui exchanged a horrified glance. Then, she nodded and said, "Put it here. I'll go rehearse later."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Yue Hui also asked with his hands behind his back, "Isn't Ni Tong here yet?"
"She's...she's here, but she's waiting in the lounge now. We'll call her after Teacher Sangsang finishes her shift."
Yue Hui was baffled: "What are you guys up to? An impromptu performance or just flattery?"
The result was just an ambiguous reply of "Call me if you need anything", and the staff member left.
"What's going on..." The assistant was also confused. "He was making a fool of us just an hour ago, and now he's so submissive after just coming back from dinner?"
Yue Hui also had no expectations for the production crew, who had done so many outrageous things. He looked up and looked around, "Maybe they're secretly filming something. They've scared me all of a sudden like this. It feels eerie."
"Did I curse too harshly just now?" Yue Hui opened his phone and played his voice message again. "It's not bad. I only used one-tenth of my firepower. Is that enough to make them stupid?"
"Never mind, let's rehearse first."
Lin Luosang took off his coat, adjusted the camera parameters and was about to leave when he heard a hurried discussion outside. It should be the usual discussion among employees when they go to the bathroom together.
"Did you receive the emergency notice just now?"
"I haven't checked the group yet. I just went to do the report. What's wrong?"
"Our small group chat is buzzing with discussion, and you don't even know this? They say Pei Hanzhou wants to acquire Rino, and the board of directors has already passed the resolution!"
"Fuck... No way? Isn't Rino our exclusive sponsor?"
"Yeah! That's why the director team is going crazy, hahaha. They've been in a meeting since the news came out, and it hasn't ended yet. They must be fed up. They almost tortured Lin Luosang to death before. But now, if the acquisition goes smoothly, Pei Hanzhou will become the biggest sponsor, and Lin Luosang will be the chosen artist of the program team... Are you saying that Pei Hanzhou acquired Rino for Lin Luosang?"
"It's hard to say. After all, isn't ZHOU in the chip and AI business? Rino is a well-reputed smartphone brand in the industry. Judging by the company's development, the acquisition isn't a major development. It's probably unexpected but reasonable."
"The winds of change are so fast. If I were Ni Tong, I'd be crying in the bathroom. What kind of fate is this? It's not even as good as Jiang Mei's... Jiang Mei was at least enjoying the show crew's adoration before she died. Ni Tong has only been in power for a few episodes, and the dynasty is about to change."
"Haha ...
When Yue Hui first heard the discussion, he didn't take it seriously. But halfway through, he caught the key point. He rushed to the door, put his ear to the crack and listened carefully, not wanting to miss even a pause in the gossip.
The two people outside were finally about to end the topic when they passed by Lin Luosang's lounge. Perhaps they didn't know that Lin Luosang had come this morning, so they laughed and shouted very loudly. They were chatting happily when the door of the room suddenly opened and a big round head popped out.
Yue Hui stretched his neck: "Really? How credible is this news?!"
The two girls were so scared that they huddled together, not daring to reply, and rushed into the ladies' room.
"It's boring," Yue Hui closed the door, "She's so flirty and flirty, and then she told me to get lost in private chat."
Lin Luosang: ...?
"You're even more gossipy than an entertainment reporter. It's really unfair to just let you be your manager."
Yue Hui: "Aren't you curious? That's your husband! Or... you actually knew this news? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know," Lin Luosang sighed. "He hasn't been home recently, and you heard it, but it's just hearsay. It's not necessarily true, and it doesn't guarantee the acquisition will go through in the end."
Yue Hui glanced at the soup dumplings on the table and said, "Based on this, the probability of success is very high. I was wondering why something was wrong this morning, and it seems there is indeed a reason."
Assistant: "But you just said they poisoned Sangsang."
Yue Hui: "Shut up."
…
After Lin Luosang changed into his performance clothes, he lost his mind for a moment on the way to the stage.
She had never considered the possibility that Pei Hanzhou would make a move. If he really wanted to acquire Rino, was it to help her or was it simply for the company's development needs? Or was it just a businessman's decision to maximize profits after weighing the pros and cons, killing two birds with one stone?
She always seemed to have trouble understanding him.
The sound of a sound check came from the speakers not far away, and she suddenly reacted, put aside all distractions, and stood on the stage.
Everything went together unexpectedly today.
The music director praised her highly and even made several suggestions to improve the stage effects. For props, not only did the staff take the initiative to set off fireworks for her, they also said that there would be enough dry ice, and all the special effects could be arranged as long as she needed it.
For a moment, it seemed that there were no evil people around.
The last rehearsal in the evening also belonged to Lin Luosang.
The production crew even brought out handheld smoke sticks, saying that this was suitable for her performance, and asked her to play with it. If she liked it, she could use it, but it didn't matter if she didn't.
This smoke stick seemed to be prepared for Ni Tong, but it suddenly fell into her hands. Ni Tong's agent even posted a sarcastic message on WeChat Moments.
The stage of Lin Luosang's performance in this episode was very complicated. He even made a bold attempt to perform live accompaniment and creation as a "one-man-one-band" person, which required a very high level of stability in his on-site performance.
She was originally quite nervous about how much she could present in the end, but judging by the current situation, it should be better than she expected.
During the rehearsal, media had been coming in intermittently and sitting in the front row adjusting the parameters. She was also studying the use of the smoke stick on her own. She pressed the button and waved it in circles, and a dreamy pink, purple and blue smoke slowly sprayed out.
The effect is pretty good and can be used on stage. It should be quite amazing.
She pushed away the smoke with her hand, and the smoke in front of her eyes slowly dispersed from the center. At this moment, the smoke was like a small viewfinder, highlighting a certain place in the audience.
Lin Luosang suspected that he had seen it wrong, so he closed his eyes, shook his head, and looked again.
Pei Hanzhou sat leisurely in the audience, looking at her indifferently.
She nearly burned her hand on the smoke stick. After returning to the lounge, she asked Yue Hui, "Did Secretary Pei Hanzhou contact you? Is he here?"
Yue Hui glanced at his phone and said, "You didn't send me any messages. Did you see it wrong?"
As soon as Yue Hui finished speaking, there were two knocks on the door. Then, before the person inside could respond, the person walked in swaggeringly, as if the knock on the door was just a reminder and not intended to ask for opinion.
When the door lock rang, Lin Luosang was already very familiar with who this person was, so when Pei Hanzhou came in, she was not too surprised and blew the hot water in the thermos.
The assistant and Yue Hui tactfully left the lounge quietly after being surprised.
As soon as President Pei sat down next to her, he expressed his dissatisfaction: "Are people supposed to sit on this kind of sofa?"
He looked around at the furnishings again, his brows furrowed even deeper. "It was just recently renovated, and there's no air purifier or humidifier?"
"Yes," Lin Luosang said as he prepared to drink the water with great concentration, "your wife is living in this dire situation here."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
Didn't you say a few days ago that you didn't need his help, but today you're playing the victim so professionally?
After moistening his throat, Lin Luosang, who was searching for Ryukakusan in his bag, suddenly realized what was happening and turned to him, "Is Zaizhou going to acquire Rino?"
"Well, we had a plan before, and finally decided on this company."
"Hasn't it been a long time since they made the decision?" Lin Luosang asked, "Why did they agree so quickly?"
The man said confidently: "Because I hit them with money."
Lin Luosang: ...
good.
She took a pill of Longjiaosan to protect her throat, and a light mango flavor spread in her mouth.
"So when you asked me a few days ago if I needed your help, you were actually thinking about this?"
Pei Hanzhou nodded, "Although you said no, but then I thought about it-"
Lin Luosang turned around, a little dazed: "What?"
The man lowered his eyes leisurely and said in a deep voice:
"When a woman says no, she means yes."
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