Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

"Why?" Yu Dongqing was surprised.

"Liao Qian did not explain the reason in detail on the phone. She just said that someone on the organizing committee raised objections. Although she is the leader of the competent department, she is not specifically responsible for this matter. Moreover, organizing a music festival is a market behavior and cannot be forced by administrative orders. Yes. Therefore, Liao Qian apologized repeatedly on the phone and said that she was really sorry for her old classmate."

Liu Yimin finally explained.

He looked at Yu Dongqing again: "Liao Qian didn't call you to tell you about this?"

Yu Dongqing shook his head: "No."

"I guess she is too embarrassed to tell you directly. This is deceiving you." Zhang Yang interjected from the side.

"It's nothing." Yu Dongqing smiled casually: "It's just right. I'm tired after running for more than 20 days. Come back and have a good rest."

"Haha, that's good. I'm worried that this may make you uncomfortable."

"As for that"

Yu Dongqing rolled her eyes at him.

At this time, Zhang Yang intervened: "I have analyzed this matter with Yimin. I guess some people think that we are not a professional band and our level is not good enough. We are unhappy."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he picked up the beer glass and took a sip without saying anything else.

The next morning, Yu Dongqing got up and went for a run around Rending Lake. After coming back, he took a cold shower and put on a vest and shorts. The phone rang. It was Liao Qian.

Yu Dongqing took it easily.

"Holly? Are you playing outside, or are you going back to Yanjing?"

"I came back yesterday."

"Have fun?"

"I'm very happy. I even made a special trip to Qinbei to meet Feng Pei."

"Feng Pei called me and told me that you helped one of his students named Zhang Bao go to Yanjing to participate in the "Starlight Singing" talent show."

"I can't help much. Yimin arranged for the young man's food and accommodation, and he practices at Zhang Yang's training school."

On the other side of the microphone, Liao Qian's voice paused before saying: "Yimin and Zhang Yang are still so enthusiastic about their friends, and they haven't changed at all."

"Yeah. It hasn't changed."

The two chatted for a while, and Liao Qian said on the phone: Dongqing, you may have heard something from Yimin and the others. I'm really sorry. "

"It doesn't matter." Yu Dongqing answered simply.

"Hey, it seems that I still overestimated my abilities. Things within the system are sometimes complicated, Holly, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, I understand."

"I think that although your Qingmanglu band is not a professional band, it is of high standard, especially you, but some people don't think so. I'm really sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. After all, this is not a music festival hosted by you." Yu Dongqing said with a smile: "As the saying goes, people can't help themselves when they are in the world. I guess the same is true in official circles."

"Yeah. So, I envy you guys for living such a carefree life."

"Haha, some people even envy you who are officials and are trying to worm their way into the system. Look at the number of people who take the civil service examination every year."

"You know it when you come in. It's a siege. Those inside want to get out, and those outside want to get in."

The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.

The matter passed like this, and Yu Dongqing didn't take it to heart. Her daughter lived at her mother-in-law's house. Yu Dongqing often went over to visit her at night and took her daughter out for a walk. She lived a happy life.

But Zhang Yang seemed to be a little concerned. That afternoon, Yu Dongqing was taking a nap at home, and was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. When he saw that it was Zhang Yang, he picked it up.

"Dongqing, go to Yimin's tavern now to discuss something." Zhang Yang said on the phone.

Yu Dongqing turned her head and looked at the bright sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains, and immediately refused: "It's such a hot day, why are you wandering around outside all day? If you don't want to go, you have to go there at night."

"You have to spend time with your precious daughter tonight. Do you have time? Besides, I am a big fat man and I don't like the heat. Are you afraid of it? Hurry up, I have already called Du Hui and he will come over."

"What's going on?"

"You'll know when you come."

With no other choice, Yu Dongqing got up, put on her clothes, and drove to Liu Yimin's tavern in Sanlitun under the scorching sun.

Pushing the door open, there were not many people in the tavern. Zhang Bao was at the bar. When he saw Yu Dongqing coming in, he hurriedly greeted: "Teacher Yu, Teacher Liu and the others are in the backyard."

Yu Dongqing nodded, went out from the back door and walked through the small courtyard to the living room of Liu Yimin's house, where Zhang Yang, Du Hui and the others were there.

"Hey, Du Hui, you came so far away? Are you not going to accompany your bride-to-be?" Yu Dongqing joked.

"Zhang Yang is very impatient. If I didn't come, he would probably scold me to death." Du Hui said with a smile.

At this time, Liu Yimin's daughter-in-law Wei Fang came out and poured another cup of herbal tea for Yu Dongqing. After chatting for a while, she returned to her bedroom, leaving four old men in the living room.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Yu Dongqing asked.

"The College Student Music Festival tour concert is about to land in Xi'an, and the organizing committee invites our Qingmanglu Band to participate as special guests."

"When exactly?"

"September 14th and 15th."

Mid-September? Isn’t this the opening time of the Xi’an International Music Festival? Yu Dongqing and the other two looked at each other.

"This is a formal invitation!" Zhang Yang took out a red invitation from the briefcase he carried with him and placed it on the coffee table.

Sure enough, it’s an invitation to the College Student Music Festival’s college tour concert!

It's just that it's a bit too coincidental, right?

Liu Yimin couldn't help but ask: "Zhang Yang, what on earth are you doing? Tell me!"

"Hey, what did I do? I was invited!" Zhang Yang smiled and told the whole story.

Although Zhang Yang was usually joking and carefree, he was actually a very competitive man. He was very unhappy that Liao Qian had invited the band to perform and then regretted it.

Of course, he also understood that this was none of Liao Qian's business, and she was sincere, but he just couldn't control some things.

But I just feel unhappy.

A few days ago, I was drinking with another group of friends and met Lu Ping, the lead singer of the Huabangzi band. When the two were chatting, Lu Ping said that the college tour concert of the College Student Music Festival in September was coming to Xi'an and invited them to perform, but they didn't really want to. go.

"Why?" Zhang Yang was confused.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at my vulgarity. It's really meaningless. I'm only paid 5,000 yuan to sing one song. A total of six songs for two shows is only 30,000 yuan. This compensation probably doesn't even cover travel and accommodation expenses. Basically, it's just It’s a charity performance, but our band has to live and eat.” Lu Ping said with a smile.

"oh"

This Zhang Yang can understand. After all, he lives off the income from band performances. I heard that Lu Ping has another girlfriend and the expenses are relatively high.

"Hey, Zhang Yang, are you, the Qingmang Lu Band, going? Anyway, you are all wealthy, so you are not short of money." Lu Ping said with a smile.

Lu Ping was just joking at first, but Zhang Yang looked serious: "Go, if you don't want to go, we will go!"

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