yournovel Chapter 494 Business blowback
Chapter 494 Business blowback
Chapter 494 Business blowback
The little BMW drove smoothly out of the courtyard.
Lin Yourong stared into the rearview mirror. In the small mirror, her grandfather's figure standing in front of the door grew smaller and smaller.
As the little BMW turned onto the main road, it eventually disappeared completely from her sight.
Lin Yourong leaned back in her chair, sighed softly, and seemed to exude a low pressure around her. She muttered, "Sigh, I really want to stay in Wuling and play a little longer."
Yu Huan, with a keen eye, sensed Lin You Rong's low spirits.
He turned slightly to the side, raised his hand, and gently patted her head, comforting her softly: "After we finish recording 'I Am a Singer,' we'll take a long vacation. Then, whether you want to spend more time with your family or travel around to relax, it's all up to you."
Lin Yourong took a deep breath, trying to dispel the sorrow of parting in her heart.
She forced a faint smile and replied softly, "I hope there really will be such a peaceful time..."
Yu Huan held the steering wheel steadily with one hand, while his other hand rested on Lin Yourong's thigh and gently squeezed it.
Feeling the soft and elastic touch on his fingertips, he teased half-jokingly, "The Lin Yourong I know doesn't look so dejected. Why are you frowning now?"
Lin Yourong raised her hand and slapped Yu Huan's hand hard, making a crisp "smack" sound.
She said with a slight reproach, "You probably don't understand how I feel. Grandpa is getting older and his health is not as good as before. I always feel that every time I see him, it will be the last time. When I said goodbye to Grandpa just now, that feeling of emptiness was so strong."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan turned his palm over and tightly grasped Lin Yourong's hand.
With a gentle yet confident smile on his face, he said earnestly, "How could I not understand, my wife? Look at Grandpa's spirit, how robust he is. Besides, with medical technology so advanced now, Grandpa will definitely live to be a hundred."
Lin Yourong's lips curled up slightly as she glanced at him and said coquettishly, "You know how to sweet-talk people!"
The voice just fell.
She pulled her hand away and instead picked up the red envelope her uncle had given her, which was placed on the armrest box.
My curiosity was piqued, so I opened the seal to take a look.
Yu Huan gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, slowly turning left with a smile on her lips, and asked, "How big was the red envelope, Uncle?"
Lin Yourong pulled out a small portion of a stack of banknotes, quickly counted them with her fingers, and then said, "It should be five thousand, probably the same as the one my uncle gave me."
Yu Huan nodded slightly, her smile growing wider, and then said with emotion, "I have to say, Grandpa really dotes on you. This morning, he insisted on giving me a bank card, saying that he started preparing your dowry when you were in high school, and there was 200,000 yuan in it, which he told me to use to renovate the wedding house, buy furniture and appliances. After all these years, with interest, it should be around 250,000 yuan."
Upon hearing these words, Lin Yourong's eyes widened instantly, and she almost dropped the red envelope in her hand.
Her face was full of surprise as she murmured, "Two hundred thousand? A dowry? Why has Grandpa never mentioned this to me before... Grandpa, he..."
As Lin Yourong finished speaking, it was as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything for a moment.
She sniffed, her eyes involuntarily reddening slightly.
The car smoothly completed the turn and continued on the flat road.
Yu Huan freed her right hand and gently placed it on Lin Yourong's shoulder, patting it lightly. Her voice was full of tenderness: "That's why I said, Grandpa loves you from the bottom of his heart. He even told me not to tell anyone. I guess only you can enjoy this special treatment."
Lin Yourong nodded emphatically, her voice slightly hoarse, and slowly said, "Grandpa was indeed very biased towards me, and he was very open about it. From childhood to adulthood, many of my classmates complained to me about their families favoring boys over girls, but I never encountered such a thing. My aunt often complains that Grandpa doesn't care about me, his granddaughter, as much as he cares about his own grandson."
"Probably because there are more boys in the family and you are their only precious daughter, so they cherish you a little more."
Yu Huan responded with a smile, glancing ahead.
The road ahead was flat and wide, stretching as far as the eye could see, and it was deserted all around, without a single car in sight.
Taking advantage of the moment, he turned slightly to the side, reached his right hand into his pocket, and pulled out the bank card that carried his grandfather's deep affection.
Then, he stretched out his arm slightly and handed it to Lin Yourong in the passenger seat, saying, "Keep the card; the password is your birthday."
Seeing this, Lin Yourong did not reach out to take it, but gently shook her head and said softly, "You take it. Since Grandpa instructed that this money be used to renovate the house, then do as he says."
Upon hearing these words, Yu Huan felt a warm current quietly surging in her chest, and a surge of emotion inexplicably welled up in her heart.
He casually placed the bank card on the armrest, a teasing smile on his face, and said, "Give it to me? Honey, you trust me that much?"
Lin Yourong tilted her head, a sweet smile playing on her lips, and said, "Of course I can trust you! When have I ever worried about what you do? Besides, this is money from Grandpa to renovate our house. I believe you will definitely handle such an important matter with your best efforts."
Yu Huan nodded slightly, her smile growing wider, and replied in a humorous tone, "Sure."
"Honey, can we get to Muse Music in two and a half hours?" Lin Yourong suddenly asked.
After a moment's thought, Yu Huan said confidently, "It shouldn't be necessary. There will definitely be fewer cars on the highway today. Two hours should be about right."
"Okay." Lin Yourong nodded slightly, casually placed the red envelope in the armrest box, and took out her phone from her shoulder bag. "Then I'll tell Sister Ru."
Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, a Tuesday, and there are only a few vehicles on the highway.
The little BMW sped along the flat highway like a runaway horse, maintaining a speed of 120 miles per hour for almost the entire journey, rushing forward at lightning speed.
In less than two hours, we arrived safely at Malanshan Cultural and Creative Park.
Lin Yourong put on her mask and fisherman's hat, and carefully tidied her clothes before opening the car door and stepping out gracefully.
Lin Yourong turned her head away and looked towards the back of the car.
At this moment, Yu Huan was bending over and opening the trunk.
A faint smile appeared on Lin Yourong's lips beneath her mask as she walked briskly toward Yu Huan.
Yu Huan rummaged through the items in the trunk and found the last two bottles of Moutai and a pack of He Tianxia cigarettes, skillfully putting them all into a gift bag.
Then, he straightened up and slammed the trunk shut.
He turned his head, his gaze meeting Lin Yourong's as she approached, and said with a warm smile, "It will come in handy when we're having dinner tonight. If Teacher Liang Qiaobo also comes to Xingcheng, I'll call that little sapling who runs the restaurant at noon and order a bottle of slightly more upscale red wine."
Lin Yourong nodded slightly, her eyes curving into crescents, and said softly, "You've thought of everything so thoroughly, of course I'll listen to you!" Yu Huan looked up and gazed into the distance, her eyes landing on the bright glass door of Muse Music. Through the glass, she could see that the front desk was empty.
However, the door was not locked.
He smiled and said, "I must maintain the connections I've made by participating in this program. These friends might be of great help to me in the music industry in the future."
Lin Yourong smiled and nodded again in agreement.
Immediately afterwards, she took out her phone from her bag, swiped the screen with her thumb, and glanced at the time.
It was just past ten o'clock.
Just as Lin Yourong was about to call Sister Ru, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a small Audi with a Shanghai license plate approaching and stopping in front of the small BMW, preparing to reverse into the parking space.
"Oh, what a coincidence! We just arrived, and Sister Ru followed right after us." Yu Huan's words carried a hint of surprise.
Lin Yourong smiled and explained, her lips curving upwards beneath her mask, "I told Sister Ru before that I would arrive at Muse Music around 10 o'clock."
Just as the two were talking, the little Audi smoothly reversed into the parking space and stopped next to the little BMW.
Sister Ru pushed open the car door and got out of the car with nimble movements.
Looking over the roof of the car at the young couple, I saw their faces beaming with warm smiles as they greeted them in a clear and loud voice.
"Happy New Year!"
"Sister Ru, Happy New Year!" Yu Huan immediately responded with a smile, and Lin Yourong followed suit, wishing Sister Ru a Happy New Year.
The three exchanged a few warm greetings before strolling together toward the transparent glass door of Muse Music.
As they approached the door, Yu Huan quickened her pace and reached out to push it open.
He then stepped aside slightly, quite gentlemanly, to let the two ladies enter first.
Stepping into the hall, the space was open and bright, and Sister Ru's clear voice echoed softly within.
"The Hanggai Band seems to have landed in Changsha at 9:50. Hunan TV sent a van to pick them up, so they should arrive in a little while." She paused briefly, then smiled and continued, "Hu Jiyan has watched many of the Hanggai Band's performance videos and has praised them highly, saying they are particularly impressive."
Yu Huan walked quickly to Lin Yourong's side and slowly picked up the conversation: "What is national is also international... The elements of the Mongolian folk song, such as the morin khuur, throat singing, and long song, make the music of the Hanggai Band particularly distinctive and have a kind of soul-stirring power."
The words echoed in the spacious hall, and a burst of applause suddenly came from the stairwell.
Yu Huan subconsciously looked over at the sound and saw Hu Jiyan hurrying down the stairs.
With a broad smile, he walked along praising, "As expected of Mr. Y, 'What is national is also international'... That's so insightful and to the point!"
Yu Huan's lips curled up slightly beneath his mask, and he quickly and modestly replied, "Brother Hu, you flatter me too much. This saying is not my original creation, but rather a quote from Mr. Lu Xun."
"I see." Hu Jiyan nodded in understanding.
At this moment, Sister Ru said with a smile, "Old Hu, Happy New Year!"
"Jingru, Happy New Year!" Hu Jiyan responded warmly, then turned his gaze to Yu Huan and Lin Yourong, "And you two, Happy New Year too!"
Upon meeting, Hu Jiyan immediately turned around and led the group upstairs.
Then she added with a smile, "Lin Su, your performance on stage last time received rave reviews! Everyone is eagerly anticipating an even more spectacular performance from you this time!"
Hu Jiyan had his reasons for saying that.
Qi Zhen, as the biggest star singer of this season, has undoubtedly had a significant impact on the show with his withdrawal.
The absence of a big star naturally diminishes the show's appeal.
Although many music critics highly praised the performances of the newly added Lin Su and Lin Zhixuan, finding them outstanding.
But the show's ultimate success, no matter how much industry insiders hype it up, will depend on audience feedback after it airs.
In conclusion, the most important thing is still the viewership ratings.
If subsequent contestants perform poorly, "I Am a Singer," a phenomenal variety show that started perfectly and attracted much attention, may fall into the predicament of starting strong but ending weakly, and its reputation and popularity will decline accordingly.
Lin Yourong responded with a slight smile, "Mr. Y has put forward a lot of novel and feasible ideas for the song we are going to adapt this time, 'Night in Ulaanbaatar.' With his profound skills in arrangement and composition, I sincerely believe that he will not disappoint everyone."
Yu Huan chuckled inwardly upon hearing this.
His wife's sudden shower of compliments, and her constant calling him "Mr. Y"...
He turned to look at Lin Yourong walking beside him, raised an eyebrow, and said in a somewhat humorous tone, "Teacher Lin, you flatter me. The final result will depend on the concerted efforts of all the teachers."
Sister Ru, who was standing in front of the young couple, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She turned her head, her face full of teasing, and said, "What kind of show is this? Mr. Y and Teacher Lin, are you two playing cosplay?"
Yu Huan felt a sudden tightness on the back of her hand as Lin Yourong quietly tugged at it.
He chuckled twice, neither confirming nor denying.
The group chatted casually as they slowly made their way up the steps.
Without turning his head, Hu Jiyan smiled and said, "Xiao Yu's talent in music is obvious to all. Not to mention those unreleased works, just take 'The Wind Rises' for example. The melody is light and lively, and it is easy to remember. The lyrics are also very meaningful. It is well-deserved that this song can be spread all over the streets and alleys. Recently, no matter where I go, I can hear 'The Wind Rises'."
Yu Huan had a forced smile on his lips, and simply put his hands in his pockets to avoid being pinched by his wife.
He humbly said, "Brother Hu, please don't flatter me too much. I myself am quite surprised that 'The Wind Rises' has become so popular. In the end, the success we have today is all thanks to Teacher Lin's highly infectious singing."
Lin Yourong coughed lightly twice and joined in the mutual flattery: "A good song's lyrics and music are its soul. You can't put all the credit on me."
(End of this chapter)