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

On his way to the studio, Yu Le's mind was racing, calculating his recent earnings.

There was nothing he could do; he was making money so fast that he was almost numb to it.

During this period, "Crazy Stone" finished its theatrical run, with a total box office of 200 million yuan in mainland China and over 20 million US dollars in overseas box office.

Then look at your own few silent "money printing machines"—

Wanda Cinemas, which partnered with Lao Wang, has transformed from a fledgling company into a hen laying golden eggs thanks to the consecutive blockbusters of "Kung Fu Hustle" and "Crazy Stone," with its profitability soaring.

Tencent Music, owned by Pony Ma, has also started offering VIP memberships, and users are pouring money into their wallets like it's free, with monthly dividend figures skyrocketing.

Even the most expensive video website right now, Xianyu, miraculously achieved a balance between income and expenditure thanks to the "Huaqiang buying melons" stunt.

After not spending much money properly for a while, I found that I had accumulated several "small goals" in my account without realizing it.

For him, money had truly become just a string of emotionless numbers.

So, he didn't even blink when he threw away those 20 million.

It's not entirely because they have too much money to burn; it's more of an investment.

After all, having experienced a complete restart in his life, he knows better than anyone that money alone is far from enough for a company to survive in the long run.

When you reach a certain size, social responsibility is no longer something you want to take on, but something you must take on.

Otherwise, the scenario of those business empires collapsing in my previous life could repeat itself at any time.

This investment of tens of millions is not only a timely help to Han Hong, but also an insurance policy for Xianyu Entertainment and Liu Qianqian's future, laying a solid foundation.

This rehearsal was just a simple initial rehearsal, a few people went over the flow, and the performance was briefly reviewed before it ended. It went exceptionally smoothly.

........

In the days that followed, Yu Leguo became a "streetwalker" in the studio.

Because he held the trump card of being the producer of "Gong Xi Fa Cai," nobody cared about him.

The studio was filled with the smells of boxed lunches, hairspray, and perfume.

Yu Le sat on a bench and started watching the Spring Festival Gala in advance.

The skit "Renovation" is being rehearsed on stage.

Huang Hong was wearing his signature work clothes and carrying a large sledgehammer.

"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"

Yu Le sat in the audience, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.

Here comes the new material for next year's parody video section!

This is the joy that belongs to this era.

Simple, straightforward, and directly hits the audience's funny bone.

A young director standing nearby chuckled and turned to look at Yu Le.

"Mr. Yu, do you think this skit will be a hit?"

Yu Le spat out a piece of sunflower seed shell.

"I don't know if it'll be popular or not, but I estimate that the demolition fees charged by renovation teams will go up next year."

The director paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Next up were Zhao Benshan and Fan Wei.

The moment these two appeared, the previously noisy backstage area instantly became half quiet.

Even the backup dancers who were busy touching up their makeup stopped using their powder puffs and craned their necks to look at the stage.

This is the prestige of the "King of Comedy Sketches".

This year's script is "Kung Fu".

This is the final chapter of the "The Great Deceiver" series.

As soon as Fan Wei appeared with his big head and thick neck, before he even spoke, some people in the audience couldn't help but laugh.

"A group of con artists has arrived!"

The lines came one after another, and the jokes came one after another.

That natural sense of humor is something that later, forced, and awkward jokes can't compare to.

Yu Le watched with great interest.

He even considered whether to poach these two gentlemen to Xianyu Entertainment and create some kind of "Country Love" universe.

But the thought only flashed through my mind.

These two are now the pillars of the Spring Festival Gala; they can't be poached, and there's no need to.

Just then, a faint milky aroma wafted over.

Yu Le didn't need to turn around to know who was coming.

Liu Xiaoli was wrapped in a thick white down jacket and wearing a mask, revealing only her beautiful eyes.

He held Yu Muchen, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, in his arms.

"Why did you bring him along too?"

Yu Le quickly got up, took off her down jacket, and placed it on the chair next to her.

"It's too stuffy at home, so I brought him out for some fresh air."

Liu Xiaoli handed the child to Yu Le and shook her slightly sore arm.

"This kid has grown too fast lately, he's as heavy as a weight."

Yu Le took his son.

The little guy was staring wide-eyed at the strange and wonderful world around him.

The bright lights overhead made him squint.

at this time.

The stage lights suddenly went out.

A solemn and mysterious melody slowly began to play.

The staff who had been whispering suddenly fell silent.

Everyone held their breath.

Center stage.

A flash of golden light appeared.

Twenty-one deaf-mute dancers stand in a straight line.

They were dressed in golden clothes, their expressions both compassionate and solemn.

Music flows.

Arms outstretched.

Thousand-Hand Guanyin.

The visual impact of that instant pierced the skull of everyone present.

Countless arms bloomed behind Tai Lihua, like golden lotuses in full bloom.

Precise.

perfect.

There were no unnecessary movements.

It's hard to imagine that this is a dance performed by a group of dancers who can't hear music.

They relied on the vibration of the floor, the guidance of the sign language teacher in the corner, and countless days and nights of tedious training.

Yu Muchen, who was in Yu Le's arms, also stopped moving.

The little guy seemed to be attracted by the golden scene as well.

He opened his little mouth, with glistening drool at the corners of his lips, and stretched his two chubby little hands toward the stage, as if trying to grab the golden light.

"Is this the 'Thousand-Hand Bodhisattva'?"

Liu Xiaoli's voice was very soft, with a slight tremor.

Even with a mask on, you could see the shock in her eyes.

As a professional dancer, she knows better than the average person how difficult this dance is.

"Um."

Yu Le nodded.

He looked at the girl leading the dance on the stage.

Her eyes were clear, and her smile was serene.

That is the purest flower that blooms after being tempered by a silent world.

"So beautiful."

Liu Xiaoli muttered to herself.

"Yes, it's beautiful."

Yu Le rested her chin on the top of her son's head, feeling the soft lanugo brush against her skin.

"Wife."

"Um?"

"I'll donate some more money to the Disabled Persons' Federation later."

Liu Xiaoli turned her head and looked at Yu Le's profile.

In this superficial, fame-obsessed studio.

The man's eyes, however, were surprisingly clear.

She reached out and quietly took Yu Le's hand under the table.

"I'll listen to you."

On stage, the music reached its climax.

A thousand hands bloom.

Golden light shone everywhere.