A thank you seemed to break the silent atmosphere in the audience and brought everyone back to reality.
The applause started from one place and spread to the entire hall, without too many cheers and shouts.
There was only wordless applause and unwiped tears from the eyes of many viewers.
The applause continued.
Qin Jian was about to get up when he suddenly found that the person behind him did not respond.
He quickly stretched his hand with his side facing the stage behind him, and accidentally touched the other person's hand on his side.
So slippery.
Ye Yi's shoulders trembled for a moment, but he didn't dare to move his body. He could only let the other party hold his hand, and his hazy face turned completely red under the stage lights.
Qin Jian didn't care so much. He just patted the back of the opponent's hand gently and said softly from the side, "Get ready to step down."
Qin Jian stood up, and Ye Yi also stood up.
Qin Jian bowed, and Ye Yi followed suit.
Qin Jian looked at the audience, and Ye Yi looked at Qin Jian.
"What a sweetheart. He is young and has many tricks."
At the fence on the second floor, the woman witnessed the whole process, put out the cigarette butt, and said to herself, "There is no good thing about men."
The woman suddenly turned around and said behind her, "Tell Song Jie that Zhao Yu's performance fee will be reduced by half, and he must come three times a week."
"Yes, Brother Li."
Following the applause, Qin Jian bowed again and quickly pulled Ye off the stage.
Passing through the backstage passage, I bumped into Irfan who had just changed clothes, and the two of them looked at each other head on.
Ou Fan stretched out his right hand with a cheerful expression, "Brother Zhao's singing is really good. Do you want me to help you contact a regular record company? With your talent, your singing here is really buried?"
Qin Jian was startled at first. Damn it, don't smile like crazy after having plastic surgery on your face. It'll scare me to death.
Besides, are we familiar with each other?
"I can barely sing, but I won't bother you to worry about it. Thank you."
Qin Jian also answered sincerely.
Signing to a record company, what record company? Isn’t it just to find an excuse to kick yourself out?
Qin Jian had always kept a distance from such people who were duplicitous.
He's so ugly and has to undergo plastic surgery to scare people.
Damn it.
Qin Jian pulled Ye Yi and walked past Ou Fan.
Irving's expression suddenly stiffened, and his outstretched right hand was just hanging in the air.
I took the initiative to show my kindness, but was actually rejected.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
Turning his head to look at the backs of Qin Jian and Qin Jian, Ou Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, so don't blame me for being rude.
"Dear audience friends, our new generation idol Ou Fan will give you a wonderful performance next."
As the host's voice sounded again in the hall.
Irfan regained his sunshine and warmth, turned around and walked towards the stage.
But this time the audience exploded.
"What's going on? Where's the mysterious singer just now? We want to hear him sing."
"Yes, why did you change the person?"
…
…
However, Qin Jian didn't know all this. After changing his clothes and leaving the dressing room, there were two people standing on the left and right of the door.
What's going on? Song Jie is confused at the moment. He just received the notice from his boss. At this moment, he just wants to understand what halving the performance fee means.
How to reduce?
"Brother Zhao Yu, today's performance was very successful. It seems that you are not far away from becoming famous. Just now many talent scouts asked me to inquire about you."
Song Jie paused for a moment and continued: "Also, Brother Li hopes that you will come at least three times a week in the future, and your appearance fee will be halved..." Song Jie felt that he could not continue speaking...
..
Three performances are no problem, and Qin Jian has already tasted the benefits through tonight's worship points.
As for the salary halving...
How to reduce?
Is it just that the fee you proposed is halved?
Do all rich people play this way?
Qin Jian and Song Jie were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, with the same doubts and the same bewilderment.
After a while.
"Brother, I don't understand what Brother Li means. But listen to me, just come and sing with peace of mind. In terms of treatment, you will definitely be satisfied."
"Then I'll bother Brother Jie. Three times a week, don't worry."
After the two exchanged phone calls, Qin Jian took Ye Yi to the door of the store and stood in the cold wind, with waves of exhaustion behind him.
Qin Jian just wanted to have a solid sleep at the moment. He had been busy for two days from yesterday to now.
too tired.
Fortunately, the mission was successfully completed and I also took the opportunity to earn a wave of adoration points.
The number on his left hand has reached 792, which is far beyond his expectation. Depending on the situation, Brother Li admires himself more. As long as he can sing a few songs a week, he will definitely be able to save up a fortune before the competition.
With a large amount of Admiration Points, you can then participate in the competition with peace of mind.
Perfect.
Go back to school.
Looking at Ye Yi beside him, Qin Jian realized that the girl was not wearing any down jacket, coat or anything like that. In the cold wind, her thin body was running towards the musical instrument, tightly holding a worn shoulder bag, trembling slightly.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there."
Ye Yi quickly waved his hand and pointed to the bus stop at the street entrance.
"I send you."
…
Got in a taxi.
Qin Jian learned through chatting on his mobile phone that the other party was going to be near the Third People's Hospital of the city.
"Master, go to the Third City Hospital first."
The whole journey was silent.
Suddenly, Qin Jian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly smelled the aroma of food.
"This smell...?"
Qin Jian silently sniffed carefully again, and the smell came from behind.
"Isn't this the smell of this afternoon's lunch?"
Qin Jian murmured in his heart, and suddenly realized that Ye Yi probably hadn't started eating, and the lunch box should have been placed in the bag she had just held in her arms.
"What a girl who lives her life."
Soon they arrived near the Third Hospital of the City. As soon as Ye got out of the car, he waved goodbye to Qin Jian, then turned and left the road.
"Young man, where are you going next?"
asked the driver master.
"Hold on."
Looking in the direction of Ye Yi, Qin Jian touched his chin thoughtfully. He was clearly looking towards the hospital. He originally thought her home was nearby.
"Let's go, Master, Boer Art School."
…
Qin Jian paid and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the long bag on the back seat was Ye Yi's musical instrument bag?
This girl is so neglected.
Picking them up together, Qin Jian carried the newly purchased performance clothes and his bag, entered the school gate and staggered all the way back to the dormitory.
"Fuck, you scared me to death, you still know how to come back?"
The fat man was holding his stomach and preparing to open the door, when Qin Jian pushed the door open and was startled for a moment.
"Hey, what is here? Did you bring me something delicious?
Looking at the big and small bags in Qin Jian's hand, the fat man reached out to touch them.
"Fat man, don't make trouble, let me rest for a while."
"Okay, then you should lie down and have a rest. Are you still sick?" The fat man said, covering his stomach again, "Wait until I come back from going to the toilet!"
Qin Jian put Ye Yi's musical instruments in his cabinet, came to the bed and lay down on the bed.
He took out his cell phone and found that Ye Yi had not sent him a message. He thought to himself that this girl was so caring, and she still hadn't noticed that her instrument was missing.
Let it go: I've got your instrument here, don't worry, I'll send it to you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
After sending the message, Qin Jian threw the new phone aside.
Then my eyelids could no longer hold up.
"Fat man, good night."
…
When the fat man returned to the dormitory, Qin Jian's even breathing could be heard in the room.
"I fell asleep so quickly without taking off my shoes. I don't know what to do all day."
The fat man took off Qin Jian's shoes and covered him with a quilt.
Then he turned off the lights in the dormitory, climbed into bed, clicked on the video on the computer and continued watching.