Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

Wang Xiaozhou felt his mood brighten up instantly.

Putting aside the fact that Teacher Song's mouth smelled like jianbing (Chinese crepe), these words are arguably the best summary of this incident.

Set aside your desire to help others and respect their fate.

I'm not a savior. Helping others when I feel like it, and taking care of my own little ulterior motives along the way, is a harmless thing. It was only when I was personally involved and saw Xiao Erni's miserable state that I couldn't help but feel compassion.

Actually, there's not much I can do to help. Can I cure late-stage cancer? Of course not!

Can I use my own money to help the elderly man get chemotherapy at the hospital?

can!

But on what grounds!

A man should take good care of his family and his woman in this life, and help his brothers when he is able. What's with all the fuss? Do you want to be a saint?

After a pleasant night at Song Shihui's house, Wang Xiaozhou woke up the next day full of energy again.

Arriving at Song Shihui's master bedroom, he bid farewell to Song Shihui, whose nightgown hem was positioned precariously, and left triumphantly amidst her screams and pillow pounding.

The first thing I did after leaving home was to pick up Huang Mao and the others in my car. At the entrance of the 520 Internet Cafe, the three brothers were surprisingly energetic when they got in the car, which means they really did take a good nap yesterday.

"Big brother, what are we going to do now? If we're not in a hurry, can we have some breakfast first? I'm freezing."

It's June now, but no matter what season it is, when you go out after an overnight stay, the perceived temperature is always very cold and freezing. The blond guy is showing off.

I drove around and randomly picked a steamed bun shop. I happened to have something to tell them, so we ate and chatted.

Five steamers of buns were brought to the table from the order counter. While everyone was wolfing them down, Wang Xiaozhou spoke:

"Based solely on the fact that he drowned on the beach, the old man will absolutely not receive any death compensation. Do you realize that?"

The blond-haired man paused for a moment, then looked at Wang Xiaozhou in disbelief: "You mean, what the old man did was completely useless?"

Liu Weiguang and the third brother also looked at Wang Xiaozhou in shock, their eyes full of incomprehension.

Under everyone's gaze, Wang Xiaozhou nodded slightly: "Procedurally speaking, it is not in accordance with regulations for the old man's family to claim compensation. First, he is not a sand quarry worker, and second, he has never worked at the sand quarry. It's just that the accident happened at the sand quarry. This makes the nature of the matter very blurry. The old man's family is now just the two elderly people, without any power or influence, so it is difficult for things to develop in the direction they hope for."

While Huang Mao was still indignant, Lao San had already understood Wang Xiaozhou's meaning and said directly, "Big brother, just tell us what we should do. Since you've already brought it up, I believe you already have a solution."

Wang Xiaozhou held up one finger: "Let me make it clear in advance, helping the old man's family is just a side thing. My goal from beginning to end is to bring the Wei family to justice. That's my true objective."

Upon hearing this, the other three looked at Wang Xiaozhou strangely: "Did we need to state this beforehand? Isn't this the same idea we all have?"

Wang Xiaozhou was taken aback when he heard this, then shook his head and chuckled. It turned out that he was the only one who was being pretentious all along; his brothers were actually quite perceptive.

With that, there was no need for further pleasantries, and Wang Xiaozhou immediately got to the arrangements:

"Our first step is definitely to spread the word. If we're going to take down the Wei family, we'll do it openly and honestly, using normal methods. We're in the entertainment business, so let's use entertaining methods to subdue them!"

"How do we fight?"

The blond-haired man quickly pressed for an answer.

Wang Xiaozhou said, "The old couple should be able to finish the formalities today. Once they've done that, we'll help organize the funeral. It has to be a lively affair. We'll also have someone record it and edit the footage into the end credits of our new short film."

"Who are you looking for? The new short film?"

The blond-haired man was full of questions and didn't know where to begin.

Wang Xiaozhou waved his hand: "You don't need to ask who I'm looking for. I've already arranged everything. What do you all think of my plan?"

Wang Xiaozhou had already arranged the director and assistant director. Wen Ye is currently filming a variety show and can't leave. When Wang Xiaozhou went to Song Shihui's house yesterday, he discussed the matter with Song Shihui before going to bed. Now he is on his way to Songbei.

The third brother frowned and analyzed step by step, "Big brother, do you mean you want to adapt the old man's family's experience into a movie, to evoke emotions in the audience, then add a 'based on a true story' ending, and finally put the funeral scene at the very end?"

Wang Xiaozhou gave the third brother a thumbs up: "No wonder you're the only one among us who studies hard; your mind works really fast."

The blond-haired man understood at this point and subconsciously clicked his tongue: "Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? Making a short film specifically about him? Will anyone actually watch this kind of material?"

Wang Xiaozhou patted his chest confidently: "That's my business. I guarantee the matter will escalate significantly, and maybe we can even ride on the coattails of this old man's popularity."

After the group had finished their initial discussion and were about to take action, Liu Weiguang, who was a beat slow to react, clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "My God, Big Brother, you're ruthless! If those things get out, the Wei family will be completely finished!"

Wang Xiaozhou turned around and gave Liu Weiguang a thumbs up: "Good, military officers are starting to use their brains now."

After preparing the necessary funeral supplies and other materials by car, Wang Xiaozhou arrived at the old man's house. They had already completed all the formalities. After taking all the documents and confirming that everything was correct, Wang Xiaozhou started making phone calls to contact people.

Wang Xiaozhou invited his junior high school classmates, high school classmates, brothers he met in fights, and even his elders.

Since Wang Xiaozhou's current status is indeed quite good, and he has always been a righteous person, everyone gives him face. Even in such an urgent situation, almost everyone in the area agreed and set off immediately.

Before making the phone call, Wang Xiaozhou had arranged for Huang Mao and his men to pick up the guests at the village entrance. As soon as they finished contacting the guests, Huang Mao brought them back.

The woman who came was a middle-aged woman in her thirties. She had a very good overall appearance, and her lips were the most distinctive feature. They were the kind of full lips that people either liked or disliked.

Upon seeing Wang Xiaozhou, the woman naturally extended her right hand: "Hello, Liu Li, I used to film variety shows. It's a pleasure to work with you."

Liu Li, a leading female director under the company, has directed phenomenal variety shows such as "Explosive Idol," "I'm Not an Actor," and "Come and Fall in Love." She was chosen by Wang Xiaozhou and Song Shihui as the most suitable director for this short film.

"Director Liu, you've worked hard. I'm so sorry to have called you here in such a hurry."

Wang Xiaozhou stepped forward, shook hands, and said politely.

Liu Li nodded: "It was indeed a bit urgent, but Miss Song has already told me the whole story. I'm very curious about you, so I came to take a look. You can be such a decent person while creating art."

Wang Xiaozhou was a little taken aback by the woman's directness, so he could only clear his throat awkwardly: "Um, did Director Liu bring his own team? The photographers I can find here might not be very professional."

"Of course."

Liu Li gestured towards the convoy behind her with a charming smile: "I would have used my own team to film it even without you telling me. No matter what level the director is at, the footage is the most important thing at the foundation. Does Director Wang not understand that?"

Wang Xiaozhou scratched his head awkwardly again. Of course he understood, but in the past, when shooting things, he would just bring out the scene in his mind and shoot it with a fixed camera position. The requirements for the photographer were not high, so he often overlooked this point.

"Director Liu is a professional. Shall we start filming now? I mean, let's record more footage before the guests arrive and more footage of the elderly couple after the guests leave. Wouldn't that create a stronger contrast?"

When he needed someone's help, Wang Xiaozhou's attitude became more consultative, no longer resembling his previous tyrannical demeanor on set.

Furthermore, Wang Xiaozhou had also seen Liu Li's previous works, and he had to admit that the quality was very high; she certainly had the skills.

Liu Li nodded and said, "Just make your arrangements as usual, and pretend we don't exist."

After saying that, Liu Li called on the photographers in the car to get to work. In a short time, they set up their cameras and microphones in various places, and the scene was quickly arranged.

At this moment, the first wave of guests officially arrived. Wang Xiaozhou and his brothers greeted them with smiles, offering cigarettes and lighters to each of them.

The elderly couple also came out of the house, greeting each guest with smiles, while sighing inwardly.

The eldest son lived a life of humility and humility, but before he passed away, he enjoyed the treatment of a wealthy family. Looking around the village, who else could have such a grand and imposing presence when they went out to do something?

Xiao Zhou is such a good kid, so honest. He only came to our house for a few meals, and my eldest son has already taken him under his wing. Some say it's fate, but really it's because the kid is kind-hearted and doesn't look down on our poor family.

First, a farewell ceremony is held, followed by a feast in a caravan at the entrance of the village.

The caravan was a makeshift shelter built by the villagers themselves. Whenever someone in the village needed help, they would push the caravan to their doorstep and cook for them right there in the shelter.

This is a long-standing tradition in rural Northeast China. The ingredients are genuinely fresh and of high quality, and the guests were quite satisfied with the meal. They then bid farewell to Wang Xiaozhou and went home.

Wang Xiaozhou stood silently at the entrance, thanking and saying goodbye to each guest.

The scene became completely deserted after the last guest left.

After Liu Li finished filming the footage, she wrote a gift account for the elderly couple worth two thousand yuan and told Wang Xiaozhou that she would wait for him at the location of the film studio in the city.

Wang Xiaozhou didn't know which film studios were in the city, but it didn't matter; he could just call them when the time came.

Now only Wang Xiaozhou, Huang Mao, and the others remained in the courtyard. Seeing the old couple's dazed expressions, Wang Xiaozhou felt a pang of pity and whispered:

"How about letting blondie stay here with you for a few more days?"

Playful children are actually the most endearing. The old couple didn't say it, but they really loved the lively atmosphere when Huang Mao was around.

But the old man shook his head: "Life goes on. I don't know how many days I have left, but I'll live them well. You can go now."

Every elderly person has their own unique life experience. This experience may not be correct, but it is certainly correct in their world. The old man said he wanted to live a good life, so Wang Xiaozhou bowed and said goodbye.

On the way back, Wang Xiaozhou asked while driving, "The next step is filming. I'll give you two days to take care of things at home. Whether this short film goes viral or not will directly affect whether the old man's last wish can be fulfilled, and also whether I can get revenge for myself. So everyone must take it seriously."

"Don't worry, brother. Just tell us how to film, we'll do it. We'll definitely listen. Or let's just film it. We don't have much to deal with. The sooner we film, the sooner it can be broadcast."

Wang Xiaozhou shook his head and smiled: "Big brother, the results will be out tomorrow morning. The college entrance exam is a major life event, so why not spend more time with your family?"

The blond guy scratched his head: "Results already? But I don't care. Okay... give the third brother some time to celebrate."

This can be considered Huang Mao's best wish. After the family became wealthy, the third son's only wish was to get into a good university, so let's hope that he can achieve his wish after seeing his results.

Liu Weiguang remained silent. He actually shared the same thoughts as Huang Mao, but Huang Mao didn't care about grades, while Liu Weiguang had no family who cared about him.

No matter what the grades are, he'll spend his whole life toiling in the fields. His stubborn and selfish father won't be happy for him. There's really no point in going back to this place; it's better to stay with his brothers.

Wang Xiaozhou seemed to have anticipated Liu Weiguang's situation, and quickly added a sentence after Huang Mao spoke:

"Yellow Hair and Lao San are going home. Liu Weiguang is coming with me. We can't leave the crew unattended. I can't manage on my own. Is that alright?"

Liu Weiguang's eyes lit up, and he immediately assured Wang Xiaozhou, "No problem, boss!"

......

Everyone went home, including Wang Xiaozhou. After playing with Xiao Erni for a while, he went to his bedroom to sleep. He was quite tired after all the commotion these past few days.

But shortly after midnight, Wang Xiaozhou's phone started ringing.

Thinking something serious had happened, Wang Xiaozhou took out his phone, only to find that the text messages weren't from the same person.

The top post was made by Song Shihui, and it only contained two words: 【Awesome!】

Scrolling down, you can see other people's messages scrolling by.

Class teacher: [Dark horse, I didn't realize you were the biggest dark horse, Wang Xiaozhou.]

Third Brother: [Awesome! I thought I was the only one working hard, but you secretly overtook me. The boss is the boss after all.]

Liu Weiguang: [A true wolf in sheep's clothing, you're even more ruthless than the most ruthless people.]

Meng Ziyi: [Congratulations, now we can meet in Kyoto.]

Mao Xiaotong: [Wow, with your grades, you seem like you could come to Kyoto! It'll be so much easier to see you then.]

......

Mao Xiaotong's message reminded Wang Xiaozhou that so many people were sending messages, so the college entrance examination results must have been released.

These guys are really going too far! How did they know my exam number and ID card?

I had already estimated that my college entrance exam score would be close to my expectations. With so many people calling, it must be a good result.

Since it was a good result, there was no rush to look at it. Wang Xiaozhou simply turned off his phone and took a long nap before looking at it.

When Wang Xiaozhou woke up the next day, he went out of the house and found that neither of his parents had gone to work.

The supermarket business is indeed not as busy as it was during the Chinese New Year, but given the couple's personalities, it's impossible for them to leave the business to their employees and just stay at home doing nothing. So they must have something going on!

With dark circles under his eyes, Wang Jianguo suppressed his excitement and slowly asked, "What score did you get?!"

Wang Xiaozhou was surprised that his parents hadn't gone to the supermarket because of his college entrance exam. He paused for a moment and replied, "I don't know, I haven't checked."

Ma Xiaoping, who had been suppressing her excitement, suddenly became agitated: "The college entrance exam is such a big deal, and you still haven't checked your results, and you've even turned off your phone!?"

Wang Xiaozhou shrugged, looking both helpless and pretentious.

Wang Jianguo explained, "Your principal called early this morning and said he was going to hold a celebration party for you. We asked him what score you got, but he wouldn't say. He's been sitting here waiting for your news."

Wang Xiaozhou opened his mouth wide, speechless, and asked, "Why don't you investigate yourselves?"

Wang Jianguo looked somewhat embarrassed, while Ma Xiaoping said matter-of-factly, "You didn't tell us your exam admission ticket number, how are we supposed to check?"

Okay, okay, I don't know where my brothers and friends can get their exam admission tickets and ID numbers, but my parents don't know. I don't know whether to say I'm a good person or that my parents are too carefree.

Seeing that Wang Xiaozhou didn't react for a while, Ma Xiaoping got up and patted him on the shoulder:

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and check. We didn't have high hopes for your studies before, so it's not normal that we don't know your exam admission ticket number."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaozhou had no choice but to take out his phone, turn it on, ignore the series of text message notifications, and go directly to the official website to check his score.

The numbers shown above did indeed surprise Wang Xiaozhou.

603!

This means there must be a surprising score in one of the subjects, maybe Chinese?

"603".

I told my parents the score I saw, and then watched as their expressions froze, before gradually relaxing and laughing exaggeratedly.

"How many?"

"How much did you just say?!"

Faced with their questions, Wang Xiaozhou simply handed his phone to his parents, letting them see for themselves. He said that no matter how many times he repeated it, it wouldn't be as useful as the numbers on the phone.

Ma Xiaoping glanced at the name displayed on her phone, then at the score shown at the bottom of the screen. She remained silent for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately went back to her room to find the phone.

Although Wang Jianguo was also very excited, he still asked, puzzled, "Where did your mother go?"

Wang Xiaozhou shrugged again: "I went to tell the relatives the good news. My mom loves to share her joy."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wang Jianguo knew his son meant that Ma Xiaoping loved to show off. Normally, he would pretend to be serious and give her a lecture, but today, with her score of over 600 points, what's wrong with making a joke? Let her laugh!

Wang Jianguo gave his son a thumbs-up and then turned around to go back into the house to find his phone. His father loved to show off; why bother going to the supermarket today? He just sat at home and made a phone call!

Wang Xiaozhou shook his head, feeling helpless yet happy, even a little proud. Being able to become the object of his parents' pride is perhaps every child's dream.

I was packing my things to leave when I turned the doorknob, and my dad's voice came from behind me:

"Remember to come back to school for the celebration party at noon. Your mother and I have already promised the principal!"