Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 32

There were no secrets in the entertainment industry. Only one person had decided on the candidates for the two fly-in guests, and everyone in the other half of the circle knew about it. Even Zhao Ze, who could only be considered an outsider, knew this.

     When the call came, Zhao Ze was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, with a dozen cigarette butts stuffed in a crystal ashtray. The laptop in front of him also had the live replay of “I’m Really a Star”, showing the scene where An Yinong held the microphone while he sang acappella for the first time. The atmosphere of the entire video suddenly changed, as a row of messages flashed across the top.

     Netizens joked that the moment ‘Ke Yinong’ picked up the microphone, the seal was broken and the tuba was restarted.

     “Finally remembered the password for the large size!”

     “Sweep away the rookies and be yourself.”

     Zhao Ze squinted at An Yinong, and touched his face with his hand. His face no longer hurt, but he was still thinking about that person: “It really hurts to hit someone.”

     These days, he had been obsessed with watching countless videos of An Yinong, including those of him singing in variety shows, singing on the street, and others that were accidentally photographed. Then he came to a magical conclusion that only a lawless person like him would have.

     “Since I can’t resist, why don’t I accept it? Is there someone who stipulated that a person can’t have a soul obsessed with one person and a body obsessed with another person?”

     So he went to find ‘Ke Yinong’, but was severely rejected.

     The phone vibrated, and Zhao Ze frowned: “Hello?”

     It was the chief director of “My Way, My Show” who called him and said that “Ke Yinong” had some luck and was actually selected as a flying guest by “Singer-Songwriter”. Zhao Ze suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Ke Yinong” has many treasures, you can see the effect of street singing and concerts. So he went to “Singer-Songwriter” and didn’t that skyrocket? Then it can no longer be locked.

     “Stop this cooperation.”

     “But…” Director Zhang, who had only been taught how to behave last time, was very embarrassed.

     “The older generation of singer-songwriters dislike singers who are involved in scandals and are extremely controversial. You can start from this aspect.”

     The only bird in the world with its beautiful voice and dazzling feathers should be in the palm of his hand.

     “I like the way he stands on stage and burns with abandon, so I will find a team for him in the future, find a venue, and meet all his requirements. But, it must be after I completely own him.”

     “Host!!!”

     When the system came all the way from the living room, An Yinong was lazily sitting on a small stool on the balcony, washing clothes and basking in the sun to cleanse his body and mind.

     “What’s wrong?”

     “The chief director of “My Way, My Show” contacted him because of your matter.” The system said angrily and viciously, “It’s like catching a rat.”

     An Yinong was stunned for a moment, then his slightly slanted peach blossom eyes looked over, revealing the majesty of his phoenix eyes: “Who is that person?”

     “You must be surprised, it’s Zhao Ze.”

     “Zhao Ze?” If it were him, An Yinong wouldn’t be surprised.

     The original plot was simply magical. Except for the protagonist, none of the other supporting characters lived a happy life, the article stated that all the characters were miserable, which was too unscientific. If Zhao Ze, the protagonist, was the villain who caused the disasters, everything would make sense.

     “Are you feeling super unhappy now? Do you want a gun? It’s automatically aimed and tracked. Let’s kill him with one shot!” The system was angrier than him. If Zhao Ze stood in front of him, it would bite off a piece of meat.

     It was not angry because Zhao Ze was playing dirty tricks, but because Zhao Ze was probably the real culprit who ruined the original owner’s voice and career. And this guy actually had the nerve to ask for reconciliation?

     No, it was not begging, it was coercion and inducement. He was just an arrogant jackal! What kind of garbage was this? Does he actually need something like a guide for its host?

     “The mission.” An Yinong reminded.

     “After completing the mission, shoot him!” The system was itching.

     “I guessed it might be him. The first thing to suspect in this kind of thing is an acquaintance.”

     People in high positions were exposed to too many things and had higher stress thresholds than ordinary people, so breaking the law was just a little game to add fun to them. As one of them, Zhao Ze had actually been objectifying human beings and using money to buy personality, dignity, etc., so it was not surprising that he would do such a thing.

     “How is he going to deal with me?” An Yinong thought for a while and said firmly, “Is he going to continue to suppress me? For example, find someone to falsely accuse me of plagiarism, or send an article saying that my character is not good, or prevent me from appearing on “Singer-Songwriter” .”

     “How do you know everything?” The system was stunned. Who on earth had seen the scene?

     “He hired the chief director of “My Way, My Show”, two shameless villains.”

     “Simply because he’s such a bad person.”

     An Yinong stood up with the clean clothes: “The regret value is close to 60 points. If you are a person with a high moral bottom line, you will start to reflect on yourself, but he is obviously not. He will make mistakes again and again, and the more you regret, the more you have to prove yourself right in your own way.”

     The system looked down and saw that indeed, the regret value was stable at fifty-nine and motionless.

     “I guess if you want to break through sixty, you have to make this person clearly realize that what is lost cannot be bought back with money and power, and sincerely regret it. Although…”

     After drying the clothes, An Yinong waved his hands, with a touch of sarcasm on his face: “Although his ‘regret’ is worse than the weeds on the roadside, it is completely worthless.”

     “Is there any evidence for the poisoning?” An Yinong asked.

     The system sighed: “I know what the host is thinking, but the system cannot interfere in this world. Helping the host to inquire about some information is already the limit. Even if Zhao Ze has any illegal and criminal behavior in private, we don’t know and can’t find evidence. Moreover, he is one of the pillars of the world, and protected by aura, you can’t hurt him.”

     “Is there nothing you can do?” An Yinong looked down at his hands, which were wet and covered with thin calluses.

     With Zhao Ze’s behavior, his hands must be dirty. However, An Yinong was just an ordinary person, with no background, connections, or superb hacking skills. It was so difficult for ordinary people to take revenge on the rich.

     “Okay, host, calm down.” The system felt that the host at this moment was a bit dangerous, and it shrank its head. “After we get enough regret points, his protagonist’s halo will weaken, and it will be easier to take action at that time.”

     “Destroy him with one shot?” An Yinong asked back.

     The system was embarrassed and said with a smile: “Well, we have to respect the laws here.” To put it bluntly, it was just spur of the moment.

     Was it possible that he could only defend passively and could not take action against him? How frustrating was this feeling?

     An Yinong frowned, unwilling to admit the fact that he was weak: “System, help me find the contact information of the five judges of “Singer-Songwriter”, and check their preferences.”

     “Um?”

     “Be prepared for a rainy day.”

     The next day, An Yinong visited Uncle He who played rock music.

     Uncle He was over fifty this year, but his mentality was still very young. Because of his bad behavior when he was young, his wife divorced and remarried. Now he lives with his daughter and son-in-law’s family.

     An Yinong came to visit the teacher with music scores and fruits. Uncle He was a little surprised to see him. The two had never interacted before, but rock music had declined in recent years, so he was still very happy to see An Yinong.

     The two of them talked about guitar in just a few words. Uncle He also took out his old friend and played his famous song on the spot, and then asked An Yinong to talk about the good and bad.

     An Yinong has figured out the temperament of this old man. He would say whatever he wanted immediately, both good and bad, and would not just flatter. This suited Uncle He’s temperament.

     “Not bad, not bad, not bad.” He said three good things in a row. “In our era, seniors and juniors could discuss freely. Good music was just discussed. There weren’t so many rules.”

     The current habit in the entertainment industry of juniors being respectful to their seniors comes from neighboring countries, and Uncle He had not gotten used to it for a long time. They all liberated their minds back then, so how could they be so comfortable with this class distinction? He would not be happy if An Yinong was like this. He felt that he had no opinion of his own and his politeness was very hypocritical.

     This time, Uncle He really felt that this junior was in line with his temperament. They chatted about classic rock songs from the past, with a guitar spinning in four hands. Except for the dog at home, who was barking at the noise, they were both guests and hosts having fun.

     An Yinong was leaving in the evening, but Uncle He didn’t want to leave and asked him to come and play often when he had time. It was not easy to find someone who could sing rock music these days.

     After that, An Yinong successively visited Mr. Gao, who had arranged music for many kings and queens of music, Mr. Jin, a lyricist, Ms. Wang and Mr. Zhang.

     Then he chatted with the chief director of “Singer-Songwriter” on the phone for a while, thanking the program team for choosing him, and he would work hard not to tarnish the reputation of the program team.

     For the first time, the system knew that its host was a person with high emotional intelligence who could chat with anyone and become friends. So why did he have such a bad reputation in his previous life?

     “Can’t get along.” An Yinong didn’t want to talk about what happened in his previous life, so he dismissed the system with three words.

     An Yinong looked at the sporadic negative reviews on the Internet with a smile on his face: “Although it is said that the entertainment industry is a place controlled by capital, every place has its own rules. Zhao Ze takes himself too seriously.”

     “What’s the meaning?”

     “You’ll know in two days.”

     Two days later, online public opinion began to ferment. At first, they questioned Ke Yinong’s misfortune. His own strength was mediocre, and he relied solely on the sympathy of netizens. But after talking about this topic for two days, netizens actually had no reaction. They would download and listen to songs.

     “The main thing is that Ke Yinong’s songs are more distinctive. People who like it will say it a hundred times and they still like it. People who don’t like it will say it a hundred times and they still don’t like it. A little doubt cannot sway netizens because it does not replace meals.” The analysis by industry insiders.

     “…The idea is too strong, so try another direction.”

     So the second argument emerged. Ke Yinong didn’t know how to compose music or lyrics at all. He was a complete amateur who didn’t even know musical notation.

     These people couldn’t provide evidence, but they had their own logic: How could a person who majored in science and engineering at university and had not received any education in music theory be able to write songs?

     At this time, a guy who had been Ke Yinong’s agent came out and said that Ke Yinong’s entry into the entertainment industry was an accident, and Ke Yinong himself had not received any systematic education, so he did not have the ability to write lyrics and music.

     Then he took out some videos. In the videos, Ke Yinong was pressing the piano keyboard with one finger, and he couldn’t read the staff. It was obvious that he was a complete novice.

     “This was when he first debuted. No one can become a piano master in two years. This is complete marketing and everything is false.”

     After the former agent ‘reported’ with his real name, some more people jumped out. They all used to be in the same company as ‘Ke Yinong’. These people also agreed that “Ke Yinong” may have found the gunman, and came to the conclusion of their own personality.

     Of course, they won’t speak so directly, they just use some pictures or similar words to hint.

     Those words may sound reasonable at first glance. From the perspective of ordinary people, it seemed that it was very suspicious for a layman to suddenly become a professional. In addition, the reputation of the entertainment industry has never been very good. There were too many fakes, and public opinion was also bad. Some were swept along.

     However, most passers-by were enjoying the show and did not jump to conclusions easily. A lot could happen in two years. Unless more hard evidence was presented, the increasingly rational netizens will not be convinced.

     “It’s hard to find the bad spots about this person. If you want to question his singing ability, he amazes the world with his a cappella singing. As for his appearance, he has never been ugly since he was a child. Although his style has changed recently, it is just that his aesthetics have suddenly improved. Emotional history…”

     The navy leader took a long puff of cigarette. He had suggested fabricating scandals, but…

     “Who do you want to tie him to?”

     The navy leader could not forget the way the financial owner looked at him, as if he was about to execute Ling Chi in the next second. It was also at that moment that the navy leader understood that the financial owner was not dealing with Ke Yinong because of hatred, but because of ‘like’?

     “Because I like you, I want to destroy you. Was the love of a rich person such a terrifying thing?” If the other party hadn’t given him so much, he would have wanted to slam the table and quit.

     The most important thing now is to solidify his image of “asking a gunman to sell his character”, and then he could guide him to “have a bad temper and be hypocritical”… In this way, the three of them would be on the same boat, unable to cleanse themself.

     “Boss!” The navy leader was still thinking, but his younger brother interrupted him with a scream.

     “Why are you calling so loudly?”

     “No, boss, someone has spoken out for Ke Yinong.” The younger brother flicked out the afterimage with his finger, “Look, this person seems to be a celebrity.”

     “What did he say?”

     The navy leader leaned his face closer and saw a few lines of strange and sinister characters:

     “I don’t believe that King Luo Bin can write poetry at the age of seven, he is not even a primary school student. I don’t believe that Van Gogh can paint, he has not received an orthodox education. I don’t believe that Beethoven, who is deaf, can compose music, he can’t even hear sound. I don’t believe there are geniuses in the world, because I’m not a genius. I come from Dajin and I can’t write lyrics.”

     A well-known lyricist says he can’t write lyrics. Who was he mocking?

     “Thank you, Uncle Jin.” Lu Yu raised his hand to make tea for Teacher Jin.

     “If I don’t say it, am I not worthy of this tea?” Teacher Jin laughed and said at the end, “Actually, even if you didn’t say it, I would have said it. I talked to that kid and he didn’t blame others when he was at his lowest point. When being sought after, he was not impetuous, has talent, and worked hard. All he lacks is an opportunity to show off.”

     At this point, Teacher Jin changed his tone: “You have been so busy recently, and you still have time to treat me, an old man, to tea. I don’t believe you are just friends. Are you two…”

     “You’re overthinking things.”

     “Really? Then why have you been busy for so long?”

     Lu Yu drank tea from the cup, with stars in his eyes: “I like him standing on the stage, happily, wanting to sing a song from the bottom of his heart, not being coerced by other forces, not being coerced by external forces. Changing at will due to interference.

     “He can do what he likes. That’s my intention.”