My wife is in my arms

Chapter 442 Visiting the Set (Part 1)
"you dare!?"

Jiang Yiren retorted angrily, "If you hold me back in this matter, I may have hit you before, but I will now."

As she spoke, Jiang Yiren suddenly laughed. She pulled her daughter to her side and said with a smile, "Think about it carefully. If your father doesn't earn money, who will support this family? Your mother is pregnant with your two little brothers right now, and in three months at most, she won't be able to go out to work. At that time... will the debts not need to be paid off, or will you not need to spend money to support us?"

"Little brother can drink porridge."

Xiao Zishan's words immediately turned Jiang Yiren's face cold. She was quite annoyed and said, "You don't even drink porridge yourself, but you make your two younger brothers drink it. What?! Does being the older sister mean you can eat and drink well, while the younger brothers can only drink porridge with pickled vegetables?!"

My dad also likes to drink porridge.

Xiaozi Shan replied.

"Your dad drinks occasionally. Let him drink every day and see what happens. You don't need much, just let him drink for a month, and I guarantee... even if you're his own daughter, he'll suspect you're an enemy reincarnated to take revenge. So, you'd better listen to your mother. Not only are you not allowed to object to your dad continuing to create instrumental music, but you should also encourage him more."

Jiang Yiren had already thought about it in her mind that morning.

Her husband composed "The Street Where the Wind Dwells", "Night, Fireflies and You", "Thoughts Across Time", as well as the very sad "Song of Remembrance" and "Windy Hill" last night, plus the piano piece her husband said was called "She Came to the Concert", and the cheerful and lively piece "Coming of Age" which he gave to the eighteen-year-old girl Xu Luoluo.

That makes a total of seven pieces.

Next, all you need to do is create a few more pieces, none of them need to be of very high quality, and you can hold a concert to test the waters. If the tickets sell well, then... you can start a full-scale concert loop.

Moreover, her husband's concerts are different from hers; he can earn money simply by sitting there and playing the piano, and he doesn't need to spend a lot of time rehearsing.

Even a professional singer would find it very difficult to hold a concert every week, but her husband could hold one every three days, or even every two days.

After all, there's no need to sing or jump around; you can just sit there and play the piano. As long as the sound system and stage effects are good, it can be started.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiren's lips curled up slightly.

Life is getting better and better. Even if her husband's concert venue can't hold too many people, even if it's only 10,000, with the last row tickets priced at 500 and the first row at 3,000, on average, even if each ticket is 1,000, that's 10 million.

After deducting half from the organizer's share and then personal income tax, she could still make at least two or three million yuan after one event, which is not much... but her husband is focused on volume.

Two days a week, one game a month... Let's not talk about fifteen games, ten games should be no problem, that's twenty or thirty million. After doing the math... Jiang Yiren became inexplicably excited.

Twenty to thirty million a month, that's two to three hundred million a year.

This income... is top-tier even in the music industry. Plus, her husband can also take on endorsements, make movies, and write lyrics and music. The more Jiang Yiren thought about it, the brighter her eyes became.

Even though she was born into a wealthy family like the Jiang family, it was her father who was rich, and all the money she had accumulated over the years was only this amount. Yet her husband could earn so much in a year, which made Jiang Yiren a little restless.

"Mom, what are you trying to do?!"

Seeing her mother staring intently at her, her eyes widening, Xiao Zishan panicked and hurriedly said, "I've already finished my winter vacation homework ahead of schedule, you can't buy me any more to do!"

"None of your business"

Jiang Yiren stood up from the sofa and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. I'll take you to the film set to watch your dad film later."

After saying that, Jiang Yiren walked towards the dressing room on the second floor. Originally, she planned to visit the set after a while, since "Ta Ya" had only been filming for a short time. But now she suddenly had the urge to visit the set.

My husband performed so well last night, I definitely have to go to the event today to support him, since we'll still be relying on him to support our family in the future.

While changing clothes, Jiang Yiren was still thinking about "two or three hundred million a year," and the more she thought about it, the more daring she became. At first, she was thinking about it for one or two years, but by the time she put on a pair of slightly loose black casual pants, she had already calculated her husband's total income ten years from now. And then she put on a long wool coat.

She also calculated Zhang You's total income at age fifty. The only exception... was that she didn't include unforeseen circumstances.

"My two darlings, you are so lucky to have been born after your father became a better person."

Change your clothes.

Jiang Yiren reached out and stroked her lower abdomen, but after laughing and muttering to herself, she realized that her thoughts were somewhat superfluous. So what if she didn't learn it well... She only had one husband, while she and her husband made four. Was she afraid that she couldn't handle one? She might not be able to handle him at first, but after ten or twenty years, Jiang Yiren was sure that her husband would have to obediently lower his head when he came home.

He came out of the dressing room.

Jiang Yiren was taken aback. She saw that Xiao Zishan had put on the new down jacket that she had bought for her last year. Before the New Year, the girl had refused to wear it because she thought the color was not nice. But today... Jiang Yiren was too lazy to say anything to her.

The mother and daughter went downstairs.

Jiang Yiren met Sister Ma, who was cleaning in the courtyard, and greeted her with a smile. Then she went to the basement and drove Xiao Zishan to the film set of "Ta Ya".

"Mom, do I look good in this down jacket?!"

"I'm sitting in the passenger seat," Xiao Zishan asked.

"You're beautiful! How could you not be beautiful? You're the prettiest girl in our family!"

Jiang Yiren replied unhappily.

"I think my dad is the best-looking, and then I am."

Xiao Zishan replied with a smile.

Jiang Yiren turned her head and glanced at her. She was too lazy to argue with the brat she had carried for ten months. Her father was good-looking, then she was good-looking, and then... there was no one good-looking in this family. As for the last one, need I say more? She's ugly!

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yiren said, "When you get to the set and see your dad, tell him you like instrumental music like last night, and ask him to create more of it, okay?"

"Know it!"

Xiao Zishan replied with dissatisfaction, "He just wants to trick my dad into going out to make money!"

"If he doesn't make money, then you go and make money! Stop talking nonsense. Haven't I been tired of supporting you and him for so many years? Now I'm taking a good rest while I'm pregnant with your two younger brothers, while your dad can earn..."

Just said.

Jiang Yiren saw a group of people dressed in mourning clothes at the intersection ahead. Instantly, Jiang Yiren felt uneasy, and she realized that her idea of ​​changing clothes at home was too optimistic.

Forgot... Even though playing the piano isn't physically demanding, performing every two or three days, plus filming and going to work, such high-intensity work could easily lead to sudden death. So, Jiang Yiren changed her plan from performing every two or three days to performing once a week.

She couldn't possibly let her husband die suddenly.

On one hand, she was reluctant to let go; on the other hand, she had endured so many years, finally seeing her husband change for the better and display unparalleled talent... and yet, not long after, he passed away. So, her husband's song "Elegy for the Deceased" last night became a reflection of her life.

It was both tragic and heartbreaking.

With a huge pregnant belly, holding Xiao Zishan's hand, seeing her husband off... this kind of life is truly tragic to the extreme, as if she had been given the wrong script.

(End of this chapter)