The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

It was another early morning. After getting up, Xia Haoyang looked out the window and frowned.

Outside the window was a gloomy sky with dense clouds, making people breathless; the wind began to get stronger, rustling the leaves in the community.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a dull thunder. The rain began to pour down, hitting the windows with a crackling sound. The community was instantly flooded by rainwater, forming puddles.

After all, Xia Haoyang lives in a high-end community in Yancheng, with good drainage facilities. The accumulated water slowly flows into the drainage ditch at an inclined angle.

Zeng Jingyi also got up from the bed, came behind Xia Haoyang, hugged him, pressed her face against his back, took a deep breath, and then murmured: "Today's weather makes people feel bad."

"Yes, it's a rainy day, but you have to go to work even if it rains. What activities do you have today? If not, just don't go to the company." Xia Haoyang turned around and gently held Zeng Jingyi in his arms.

"Go ahead, too. The new album will be released tomorrow. Today I will go to the company to practice dancing and get familiar with my stance. In the next two days, I will participate in some activities to promote the album and I will need to dance."

"Okay, let's go downstairs."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, like a waterfall pouring from the sky. The car's wipers were swinging rapidly, but they still couldn't clearly see the road ahead. Pedestrians trudged forward in the rain. Some held up umbrellas, while others could only run in the rain.

"Why does it rain so hard that there are still people without umbrellas?" Xiao Mengyan sympathized with the pedestrians running in the rain outside the window.

"This is Yancheng. There are a lot of people who go out early in the morning to catch the subway or the bus. It didn't rain when they went out at 7 o'clock in the morning, so they were not prepared. They left the subway station or got off the bus. This is the weather now. , What do you want them to do?" Xia Haoyang also glanced at the pedestrians in the heavy rain.

The water in the low-lying areas on the road is getting deeper and deeper, and some vehicles have stalled in the water; the sewer openings are blocked by debris, and the accumulated water cannot be drained smoothly, forming small whirlpools. The branches swayed in the wind, and broken branches fell from time to time, adding to the dangerous atmosphere.

"It feels like the end of the world. Some vehicles are parked in the water." Xiao Mengyan looked at the scene outside the window.

"This is the benefit of a high chassis. Our car can drive through puddles smoothly." Xia Haoyang was a little lucky.

"We are finally almost there." In front is Qingfeng Baozi Shop, and the Fuhai Building where the company is located is also 100 meters ahead.

"We won't go out to buy food today. Let's go directly to the company." Xia Haoyang suggested.

"Okay, it's really inconvenient for it to rain so heavily."

Finally drove to the underground parking lot.

Xiao Mengyan murmured: "It usually takes less than twenty minutes to drive from home. Today it took almost an hour. The traffic jam is too serious."

"We are close, very close; most of the migrant workers in Yancheng start their work in an hour and a half in the morning; many people go to work at nine and must leave at seven o'clock, otherwise they will be late; an hour The working hours are close," Xia Haoyang said with emotion.

As soon as the three of them stepped out of the elevator on the 7th floor, they heard Fei Jie talking: "Mr. Zhao, as of 325: this morning, the number of downloads of Zhu Suya's single "Letter" is about million."

"It's been ten days, and it's only 300 million."

"Recently, a strong boy band has also released a new single, which exceeded 10 million in five days."

"A single too? Not an album?"

"Well, the single is from the popular group "JY Brothers". The lead singer is Wu Bufan. It's really popular."

"Then let's meet Wu Bufan and see how many albums we can sell under the pressure of a strong boy band." Xia Haoyang was also aroused.

"Yes, we will avenge Sister Suya." Zeng Jingyi felt the same and made small fists.

"Suya is a small company now. Although the download volume of more than 300 million is not much, a song with 2 yuan can get more than 650 million. On the basis that she provides the lyrics and music herself, after paying the tax, she can get at least 150 More than yuan should be sufficient for living," Zhao Yishen explained.

"Sister Suya should not be short of money. Our dividends have been quite considerable in the past few years; Xiao Mengyan can even afford a 7000 million villa with her private money." Zeng Jingyi said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah." Jiang Mengyan nodded. In order to be Zeng Jingyi's neighbor, she paid a lump sum of 300 million for this small villa of more than 7200 square meters, and she didn't even blink.

"There is not so much elegance. Xiao Mengyan has made more movies and TV series, many of which are profit sharing; and clients in some commercial activities will name Xiao Mengyan to participate, and Xiao Liu also pays more for Xiao Mengyan's labor fees when negotiating business contracts; Su Ya’s main income is the album’s dividends and commissions. Of course, it will be quite a lot in a few years, but Su Ya’s family environment is different from yours.”

Zhao Yishen did not tell the specific things, and these are unknown to everyone. Zhao Yishen and Juzi often went to the hospital to visit Suya's grandma, and they knew a lot about Suya's family. Suya had an extremely selfish and blood-sucking person. Mother, most of the money she earned was taken away by her vampire mother.

There is another reason why Zhao Yishen does not want to mention it in front of everyone, because Suya's mother is very similar to Tang Wanqi's mother; Zhao Yishen does not want to mention Tang Wanqi again when Xia Haoyang and Zeng Jingyi are in a harmonious relationship, or let the fat man think of Tang Wanqi. Qi.

Real friends are so careful in managing or respecting each other's feelings.

"No matter what, this boy group will be defeated by us, Tara!" Zeng Jingyi was confident.

The heavy rain lasted all morning and gradually became lighter. The sky began to clear up and the sun shone through the clouds. The streets were in a mess, littered with fallen leaves and garbage, and the air was filled with a damp smell, which made people feel fresh and comfortable.

I just ate some snacks and bread in the morning. At 11 o'clock, Xia Haoyang called on everyone to have lunch. It was a Leopard buffet again, and he paid for it.

Walking on the road, feeling the clearing sky, my mood was relieved from the depression and dullness of the morning. Everyone was smiling and joking from time to time.

"Xiao Yuzi, I want your life, do you believe it or not!" Juzi yelled at Han Xiyu.

"I was wrong, Master Juzi. I know I was wrong. Don't be angry." Quickly, the bitch immediately started to kneel down and lick Juzi.

Listening to the noise behind him and the laughter of more people, Xia Haoyang glanced at the position of the sun and said softly to himself: People's mood is really related to the weather!