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

Yu Le moved the thermos cup back half an inch.

"happy."

"You arrange the people, I'll figure it out." Yu Le took out his phone and placed it on the table. "You can make up any list you want."

Without saying a word, Lang Kun pulled over a piece of paper and took out a fountain pen from the pocket of his traditional Chinese jacket.

I quickly wrote down a few names.

"Old Zhao is one, so his comedy sketches are pretty much set. But for song and dance performances, we need a big name to anchor the show." Lang Kun tapped the paper with his pen.

"This year, CCTV signed several veteran singers."

Yu Le didn't even glance at the paper.

He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and dialed.

hands-free.

The call connected after two beeps.

"Mr. Yu?" On the other end of the phone was Brother Cheng Long's signature Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

Lang Kun's hand holding the pen froze in mid-air.

Cheng Long.

The undisputed leader in the Chinese film industry.

"Big brother, are you free on New Year's Eve?" Yu Le leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Just killing time, what's up?" Cheng Long replied with a smile, sounding to be in a good mood.

"Want to come over and have some fun?"

Where are you?

"Xianyu Entertainment put on an online Spring Festival Gala. It's going to be broadcast live on New Year's Eve, but they're short of someone to anchor the show."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"You little brat... you want to challenge CCTV?"

"Hey, forget about fighting, it's just for fun. Want to come on, bro?"

"If Mr. Yu asks, how can I refuse? Count me in! I'll bring the Jackie Chan Stunt Team to perform a dragon dance for you!"

"It's settled. The appearance fee will be the highest possible."

"Haha, great!"

hang up.

Yu Le tossed her phone back onto the table and looked at Lang Kun, who was completely dumbfounded.

"We've got the song and dance performances to liven things up. Who else are we missing?"

Lang Kun swallowed hard.

"Crosstalk." Lang Kun drew a circle on the paper. "The most popular one right now is Guo Degang. But he doesn't get along with the mainstream crosstalk circle, so CCTV hasn't invited him."

Yu Le picked up her phone again, found the number, and dialed it.

hands-free.

"Who is it?" Guo Degang's Beijing-accented voice rang out.

"Mr. Guo, this is Yu Le from Xianyu Entertainment. Would you be interested in coming over and telling a story on New Year's Eve?"

"CCTV?"

"A salted fish online Spring Festival Gala." Yu Le paused, then said, word by word, "No script review, no one will care about you, say whatever you want."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Wow! Mr. Yu is so generous! Okay, count me in!"

.........

Having secured the actors, Yu Le picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Next, we need to think about how to bring the entire nation's audience onto this stage."

He made a video call.

The screen lights up, and Ma Huateng appears on the top floor office of Tencent's headquarters building in Shenzhen.

"A billion in cash for red envelopes?" Ma Huateng pushed up his glasses. "Mr. Yu, that's quite a generous gesture. But just giving out money might not necessarily lead to a high conversion rate."

"So let's add a new game: collecting five blessings." Yu Le leaned back in his chair.

"Patriotism, prosperity, harmony, friendliness, and dedication. Collect all five, and you'll split 500 million yuan on New Year's Eve. The remaining 500 million yuan will be used for random red envelope giveaways during the live stream."

Ma Huateng was stunned.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

"How do we collect them?"

"Scan for 'Fu' characters. Scan any 'Fu' character in real life with Douyin or QQ, and it will randomly drop." Yu Le tapped the table. "The key point is that 'Fu' cards can be gifted to friends."

Ma Huateng gasped sharply.

"Social viral marketing!" Ma Huateng slammed his hand on the table. "To collect all the lucky cards, users will frantically invite others to register and add each other as friends! It's ingenious!"

"Will you do it or not?" Yu Le asked.

"Let's do it! We absolutely have to!" Ma Huateng's eyes were shining. "One billion, Tencent will contribute half! I'll personally oversee the servers, I guarantee they'll hold! Starting tomorrow, all Tencent products will be promoted via pop-up ads!"

The video call ended.

Yu Le unscrewed the lid of his cup, took a sip of water, and opened the Xianyu Entertainment internal group.

He sent a message.

"Online Spring Festival Gala on Lunar New Year's Eve. Limited spots available. First come, first served."

The group chat exploded instantly.

[Boss! Let me do it! I can break a boulder on my chest on stage!]

Huang Bo followed closely behind.

[I'm partnered with Lao Xue, and I'm wielding the sledgehammer!]

Shu Chang also appeared.

"Boss, look at me! I can open a bottle cap with one hand!"

........

After sending the message, Yu Le tossed his phone onto the table.

The next day. Salty Fish Entertainment Headquarters Recording Studio.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a baseball cap and sitting on a high stool.

He was holding two sheets of A4 paper in his hand.

Yu Le pushed open the door and went inside.

A woman in sportswear followed behind him.

Huang Qishan.

"Dad." Liu Qianqian stood up.

Yu Le pointed to Huang Qishan. "Your partner, Teacher Huang."

Huang Qishan quickly waved her hand: "Mr. Yu, you're too kind."

Liu Qianqian bowed. "Hello, Aunt Huang."

Yu Le handed over a stack of sheet music.

"You two should sing this song together."

Huang Qishan took the sheet music.

I glanced down at the song titles.

"I'm a Mom or a Daughter".

She cleared her throat and began to read the lyrics.

Less than a minute.

Huang Qishan raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Who wrote these words?"

"I made that up." Yu Le pulled up a chair and sat down. "Want to test the sound?"

Huang Qishan walked into the recording studio and put on her headphones.

The prelude begins.

"My child, I don't know if I've done enough—"

"This is my first time being a mother—"

"Though the years have turned my hair white—"

.......

The powerful and captivating high notes resonated throughout the studio.

There was no showing off.

It's all about emotions.

Liu Qianqian stood outside, listening, and tears streamed down her face, landing directly on the back of her hand.

She remembered the strange soups that Liu Xiaoli would stew for her every morning.

I remember the pocket money my mom would secretly slip me after I got scolded.

The glass door was pushed open.

Liu Xiaoli walked in carrying a thermos.

"Sisi, Mom made you some pear and pork lung soup to soothe your throat."

Liu Qianqian turned her head and suddenly threw herself into Liu Xiaoli's arms.

They held on tightly.

"mom!"

Liu Xiaoli was knocked back half a step. The thermos almost slipped from her hand.

"What's wrong with this child? The soup's going to spill."

Liu Qianqian buried her face in the crook of Liu Xiaoli's neck.

"Mom, I will never make candied sweet potatoes for you again."

Liu Xiaoli was taken aback.

Yu Le sat next to him, covering her face with one hand.

"Is that candied sweet potato? That's just cement."

Liu Xiaoli quickly placed the thermos on the table.

"Alright, alright, you're a grown man, hurry up and drink your soup."