Entertainment: I created a flourishing world of entertainment

Arriving downstairs at Blooming Company, after Lin Shiyi got out of the car, Chen Baiguang had a few words with himself and said goodbye.

He always felt that something was wrong with Ah Chen.

Did you mention that you forgot something?

Lin Shiyi carefully thought about what happened last night, as if nothing happened, what can he forget?

"Forget it, let's go back to the company first."

After gathering his thoughts, Lin Shixi walked into the company's elevator.

When I returned to the composition department, many colleagues looked excitedly at me.

"Xiao Linzi, did you spend the night at General Chen's house last night?"

"Look at you sleeping so late, it's already 10:30, tell me the truth, what did you do last night?"

"Did yesterday's banquet go well?"

Facing the enthusiastic colleagues, Lin Shiyi replied with a smile, and returned to the office after exchanging pleasantries.

He immediately picked up his phone and found his father's note in the address book.

Without hesitation, he dialed.

Didn't pick up once.

The second time it rang about a dozen times before it was connected.

An older voice came from over there: "Who is it?"

The voice was a little hoarse, with a little panting.

Because Lin Shishi's father, Lin Tiangu, was a middle-aged son.

When Eleven was in his early 20s, Lin Tiangu was in his fifties.

With an annual income of half a hundred, he still has to work in the fields every day.

Moreover, he has too many physical problems, and he cannot come to the city to find work.

Hearing his father's hoarse voice, Lin Shishi's nose was a little sour.

I earn tens of millions or hundreds of millions in the city, but I forget some elderly parents.

"Dad, it's me, Eleven." He put down all his pretense, and put on a childlike pose in front of his father.

"So it's Eleven?" Lin Tiangu paused before a laugh came from the other side: "Is the money running out? Wait a minute. Dad will send you 3000 yuan at the town bank later."

When Lin Shiyi heard this, his nose was sore again, and he couldn't help it.

That's right, if I don't have a system, I guess this call will be asking for money...

After all, Lin Shiyi used to write a lot of songs but didn't catch on, and didn't make much money. Even the rent was supported by the money from his father.

"Dad, I've made money now. I didn't come to ask you for money. I just called to ask how you and Mom are doing."

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a long time, and the laughter continued. The laughter at this moment has a more forced smile or an unspeakable taste of bitterness:

"Eleventh, your father and mother are in good health. They work all day and are in good health. I will remit 3000 yuan to you later."

Lin Tiangu's tone became faster and faster: "Dad knows that your career is still on the rise. When you need money urgently, don't be polite to Dad. Dad has saved a lot of money in the past six months."

Lin Shishi hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing. This was also his father's kindness. If he refused, his father's heart would be chilled.

After finishing speaking, Lin Tiangu hung up the phone in a hurry.

Lin Shishi didn't think too much about it, maybe his father had to work in the fields again.

……

Yang Town, Jingguang Village.

in a certain house.

On an old bed, lay an old man over half a century old.

She was at the age of a grandmother, but she was still worrying about her son: "Heaven Valley, is it eleven?"

Lin Tiangu sat on the edge of the bed and nodded.

Lin Shishi's mother, Zhang Fenglian, was unable to work in the fields because of a protruding disc in her waist.

A lot of work is handed over to Tiangu.

"Tiangu, then go and send a few thousand yuan to Eleven for emergency use. This child is very filial."

Zhang Fenglian felt distressed: "When he came back at the beginning of the year, his career was obviously not going well, and he didn't make much money. He insisted on giving us 1 yuan. I know that this 1 yuan was borrowed from him."

"Tiangu, please remit the 1 yuan saved in the past six months to Eleven. My disease will cost too much money, and I don't want to treat it."

After hearing these words, Lin Tiangu fell silent, turned around and left the simple mud hut directly.

When he got outside the door, his eyes were flushed, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Only at his age did he know what powerlessness is.

The son's career is not going well, and the old woman is seriously ill, not just her lumbar disc herniation.

For treatment, it costs tens of thousands or even 10,000+ to invest in it.

The villagers borrowed all the money they could.

……

An hour later, on Lin Shishi's side, a text message popped up saying that 9000 yuan had been credited to the bank card.

Seeing this news, Lin Shiyi was stunned: "My parents don't have so much money, they must have remitted it all to me."

He didn't know that his mother's illness was a little serious, he only felt that his parents were carefree in the countryside.

"Let's go back to the countryside after Chinese New Year. Anyway, there is still more than a month."

The Spring Festival in this world is on January 1st, and there is no lunar calendar.

"Xiao Linzi, are you in the office?"

Song Lanlan stood outside the door and knocked on the door. After receiving a response, she opened the door and came in: "I brought you the roster report for next month's season."

Hearing the supervisor's reminder, Lin Shiyi remembered that next month will be December, the season of the gods.

After looking forward to it for half a year, it is finally time to usher in the last season of the year, which can be called the Battle of the Gods.

After the Battle of the Gods, Lin Shiyi is about to embark on the road to conferring the title for [-] consecutive seasons.

"Next month's playlist is a bit fierce."

Song Lanlan put a folder on the side of the table and said, "The company only made reports for some well-known composers, such as the song god Zhongli who founded the camp."

"Chuangying has already started promoting Zhongshen's new song. Judging by their posture, they are preparing to win the championship and go back. They mainly want to regain the face they lost with you in the past few months."

"Chu Jingxi, Chuxing's song god, has also surfaced. She came back from further studies in Zhongzhou, and Chuxing's strong publicity this time is also very powerful."

"If Zhu Jingxi is nominated by the official media again, Luoyang will have the first second song god."

Hearing this, Lin Shixi nodded slightly: "Chu Xing came prepared this time."

Thinking of Director Lai being sent to the hospital and the intensive care unit, he would inevitably feel guilty.

"Aren't you nervous?" Song Lanlan was puzzled when she saw his understatement.

"Why are you nervous? I have three songs on the Season of the Gods, so I'm not nervous at all." Lin Shiyi shrugged.

Song Lanlan nodded suddenly, thinking that this made sense: "That's right, we don't expect to win the championship with a group of song masters in the season of the gods. We are satisfied with one of the three songs being in the top ten."

"Hmm..." Lin Shishi saw a familiar name on the report document.

Qu Shen, Yan Ling.

The rest of the names are either top-level gold medal composers with the potential to become gods, or newly promoted genius gold medal composers.

Promoted to the gold medal as strongly as myself.

These people are formidable enemies, and if they happen to have a burst of inspiration, they are all existences that can kill randomly during the season from January to November.

As for the season of the gods, so far, except for the level above Erfeng Qushen, no one can kill indiscriminately.

If a song god performs well, he can only stabilize the championship and prevent No.2 from catching up, but the gap is not big.

Suddenly, Lin Shishi saw a name on the list, followed by Erfeng Qushen!