Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"I agree with you my foot. If you keep twisting like that, your lumbar disc will herniate." Yu Le interrupted him impatiently.

Liu Dehua put down his hand, stopped trying to thrust his hips forward, and walked to the side to pick up a towel to wipe his sweat.

Liu Qianqian pulled Shu Chang along, and the two squatted in a corner, pointing at Xue Zhiqian's outfit, laughing so hard their shoulders shook.

Just then, a powerful soprano voice squeezed in through the crack in the door.

"That was a magical road to heaven—"

The pitch is extremely high.

The louvers on the ceiling of the rehearsal room resonated, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Dad, who is this? Her lung capacity is so big! She's going to shatter the light bulb next door!" Liu Qianqian poked her hairy head out, her face full of curiosity.

Yu Le ignored her. He picked up his thermos, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and then casually walked out.

There were quite a few people standing in the corridor. Staff members were moving back and forth.

The door to the rehearsal room next door was wide open, and a woman with short, neat hair and a somewhat large build was standing inside, tightly gripping a microphone in her hand.

Han Hong.

She was wearing a loose black tracksuit, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Standing next to him was a man in a floral shirt, his hair slicked back and shiny, holding a stack of notices in his hand.

"Teacher Han, that's enough, that's enough, my dear!" The man in the floral shirt waved his hand with a beaming smile. "We've already rehearsed this five times. If you keep singing like this, what will become of your voice? How will you go to the dinner party tonight?"

Han Hong raised her eyebrows and slammed the microphone on the stand with a loud thud.

"No way! Those fat, bloated bosses do nothing but force-feed alcohol and brag; it's a complete mess. I'd rather use that time to practice a few more times and do justice to the national audience!"

The man in the floral shirt was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"Oh my! Mr. Li is a fan of yours, he specifically asked to see you! He said that if you just offer him a toast, he'll immediately donate 100,000 yuan to your orphanage!"

Han Hong turned her head to look at him.

"One hundred thousand? For one hundred thousand yuan, I have to put on a smiling face and listen to their bragging? I'd rather take on a couple more commercial performances than go there to earn that one hundred thousand yuan!"

The man in the floral shirt was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, his face turning red as he pointed at Han Hong, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Yu Le leaned against the wall and slowly took a sip of goji berry water.

That temper of his is explosive, but also very real. He likes it.

Han Hong hastily wiped the sweat from her face with a towel and immediately spotted Yu Le and his group standing not far away.

Han Hong strode over, her sneakers making a "thump-thump" sound on the floor, exuding a powerful aura.

Liu Qianqian subconsciously shrank behind Yu Le.

"Are you Liu Qianqian?" Han Hong stopped half a meter away.

Liu Qianqian stepped out from behind Yu Le and nodded obediently.

"Hello, Teacher Han."

Han Hong looked her up and down, a hint of approval appearing on her previously serious face.

"Good girl!" Han Hong gave a thumbs up.

"I heard. You donated every single penny of the proceeds from the song 'The Lone Warrior'."

"Millions! He didn't even blink. He's a hundred times better than those hypocrites in the industry who release press releases every day faking charity!"

The praise was so direct that Liu Qianqian felt a little embarrassed, her face flushed slightly, and she took a step back.

"That's only right, and it's also my father's wish."

Upon hearing this, Han Hong finally turned her gaze to Yu Le.

"Are you General Manager Yu from Salty Fish Entertainment?"

Yu Le raised his thermos cup in a gesture of greeting. "Nice to meet you."

Just then, the man in the floral shirt stepped forward and stood between the two.

"Oh, Mr. Yu! I've heard so much about you!" The man in the floral shirt extended his hands.

Yu Le didn't move. She looked down at the goji berries in her cup.

Who are you?

The man in the floral shirt awkwardly froze in mid-air with his outstretched hand. He sheepishly withdrew it and quickly wiped it on his trouser leg.

"I'm Wang Qiang, an agent from Jingwen Entertainment. I've brought a few newcomers here today to broaden their horizons."

As Wang Qiang spoke, he turned to look at Han Hong, his tone carrying a sarcastic and lecturing tone.

"Teacher Han, look at President Yu, that's the true spirit of charity! Just a little bit he gives out is enough to buy him a great reputation."

"And you? You painstakingly paid for it yourself, then took a few people and drove a beat-up Jinbei van into the mountains. What were you after?"

"It's a thankless task, not even a single media report. Who would know?"

Han Hong's face instantly turned cold, and she let out a sneer.

"I do charity for God's sake, for my own conscience, not for the media's."

Wang Qiang curled his lip, looking completely unconvinced.

"God isn't going to pay you for appearances. With your stubbornness, you won't get anywhere in this industry."

Yu Le handed the thermos to Xue Zhiqian, who was standing next to him.

He walked slowly to Wang Qiang, his face expressionless.

"Manager Wang, right?"

When Wang Qiang saw him speak, he immediately put on a fawning smile and nodded and bowed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Yu, please give your orders."

"Where's the new recruit you're training?" Yu Le asked casually.

Wang Qiang quickly waved towards the end of the corridor.

Three young girls, dressed in their finest attire and full of hope, immediately ran over and stood nervously in a row.

"Mr. Yu, these are all promising young talents our company just signed. Do you see any chance for them to appear in your films?"

Yu Le glanced at the three girls.

"No chance."

Wang Qiang's smile froze, but he still forced a smile. "President Yu, is it because they're not qualified? It's alright, our company has more. I'll pick a few for you to take a look at privately another day."

"No." Yu Le's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the corridor. "Because you're disgusting. I'm afraid your artists will also be tainted by your disgust and taint my crew."

As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Wang Qiang's facial muscles twitched violently twice, and his face turned from red to purple.

"Mr. Yu, you've gone too far! I'm a respected veteran in the industry, after all..."

"An old man?" Yu Le interrupted him, raising his hand and pointing to the trash can at the end of the corridor.

"See that trash can?"

Wang Qiang subconsciously looked in the direction Yu Le was pointing, not understanding why.

"I saw it."

"That trash can also belongs to an elderly resident of this building. It's full of garbage. Would you like to go in and have a chat with it?"