Gold Medal Director [Entertainment]

"After standing for so long, Mr. Han must be tired. Come on, sit down and drink some water. You're welcome."

Song Yu freely turned the swivel chair a few times, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for the 'old man' who was nearly forty years old.

He doesn't like to drink this kind of bitter and stingy thing, if he has to work overtime and stay up late, coffee will still work.But Du Wenzhou, like an old man, took away all his coffee and drinks, saying that drinking tea is good for health.

... He could already foresee the miserable life in the future.

"Mr. Han is nearly forty years old, but he looks like he's over half a hundred." Song Yu sat comfortably with his body upright, without any sense of 'respecting the old and loving the young'.

He looked at Mr. Han with a light smile and said in a low voice, "Sir, you haven't had a good time these few years?"

"Song Yu."

Han Qiguang closed his eyes, fate is tricky, they will meet again after all.

"Sir, please sit down. Don't be afraid. The tea is very clean. I, Song Yu, are too lazy to play tricks like that."

"It's been so many years, I haven't changed at all, but my husband is not as good as before. I never imagined before that a mere few hundred thousand is worth the trouble of my husband. When those things were done, didn't Tianyu give you Do you want a red envelope, sir?"

"Song Yu, you don't have to use these things to humiliate me, it's pointless."

Han Qiguang didn't sit on a stool and didn't drink tea, he just stood there like a wooden sculpture, motionless.

"Hedong for 30 years, Hexi for 30 years, you stood here and questioned me why I did that, and I am like you now, sitting in that position so leisurely, and now it is the other way around."

"But", Han Qiguang raised his cloudy eyes to look at him,

"Pointless.

What should have happened, what should not have happened has happened.I don’t think I’m a good person, but I dare say that I’m not a bad person. History will always go down. It’s not forced but inevitable. No one can stop the progressive trend. "

Song Yu shook his head and smiled slightly, "Then what role does Mr. Han play in this trend? In other words, losing his family business and even his entire life is something that Mr. Han takes for granted?"

Han Qiguang squinted his pupils covered with shadows, "I did something wrong and got retribution. Similarly, they got retribution too."

"Ren Ninglin, Yuan He, Xue Fan, Fei Ke, and you Song Yu, how clean do you think you are? With such a result, he deserves to die."

Song Yu squeezed the teacup on the table tightly, "You'd better shut up, Han Qiguang, otherwise I won't guarantee that you will be able to stand properly after walking out of Xinghai Building."

Han Qiguang laughed mockingly, "Song Yu in the world never disappoints people. But you really don't want to know why Xue Fan left back then, and Ren Ninglin—"

"you shut up!"

The teacup in his hand was thrown to the ground vigorously by Song Yu, and the fragments scratched Han Qiguang's face. Only the blood stains seemed to indicate that there were two living people in this room.

The secretary hurriedly knocked on the door outside, "Sir, what happened, do you need someone to come in and clean it up?"

Song Yu's voice was calm, "No need, just stay outside and knock on the door first if someone asks me."

"Yes."

Han Qiguang felt that someone grabbed his neck and lifted it up. The man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his trembling arms made him feel that he would be strangled to death by the opponent's mistake in the next second.

"Han Qiguang, you'd better learn to treat the dead kindly, no one can slander him, including myself."

November is already a serious winter, and the auspicious snow heralds a good year. On the day of the first snow, Song Yu did a lot of things.

First, Xinghai posted an apology on its official Weibo:

Due to the poor operation of the company and the lack of knowledge of people, it has caused a lot of inconvenience to the public during this period of time. I would like to apologize here.

In order to correct the mistake, Xinghai Entertainment decided to suspend all activities of Sky.

At the same time, Cheng Fei and Zhang Kai, who made mistakes, decided to quit the entertainment circle. Huang Yu's injury has gradually improved, and he can continue to sing in the future. Everyone can rest assured.

After the rain, there will be a clear sky. Thanks again to the fans who have always loved SKY.

As soon as the Weibo was released, Xinghai's official website was bombarded immediately, and the group fans refused to believe that Sky, whom they had always loved, had just broken up like this. It was obvious that they had survived such a difficult time.

At the same time, the phrase 'there will be a clear sky after the rain' was noticed by keen journalists, who immediately wrote several articles to 'parse' its hidden meaning.

Some people say that this is a simple sentence, Xinghai wants to express that although he has been hit hard, he will be brilliant again.

Some people said that this is implying that Sky has not really disbanded. After all, the official announcement also said that it is temporarily suspending activities, rather than disappearing completely.

This has also become a shot in the arm for some diehard fans,—sky is still possible.

But the most realistic statement is that the new group set sail. Referring to Xinghai's recent actions, it seems more realistic. Netizens even began to speculate whether the new group's name would be "Rainbow" or "Clear Sky".

In fact, there is really nothing wrong with that last guess.

Song Yu has been busy selecting trainees recently, and he is very busy.

What made Du Wenzhou the most unbearable was that due to work needs, Song Yu had to go in and out with Fei Ke every day, and they were almost stuck together.

Every time the fox Feike saw him, he looked like "you can't do anything to me", and he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

But he couldn't stop him, it seemed that he had no manners and didn't trust Song Yu, so he could only hold back his sourness by himself.

Here, Du Wenzhou was soaking in the vinegar jar alone, while Song Yu and Fei Ke had already arrived at the practice room on the other side.

After half a month of selection, today is the final. Those who win will make their debut preparatory class, and those who lose can only wait for the next opportunity.

Song Yu read the practice room materials on the seat in the lounge,

"Counting Han Xi and Huang Yu, the team tentatively has five to six people in total. It is fair to have at least two from your studio."

Fei Ke smiled gracefully, "That's not impossible, but it will be more disadvantageous to Xinghai's trainees."

If there were five people, there would only be one trainee spot left for Xinghai.

Song Yu was noncommittal, "Luck is also a part of strength. There has never been absolute fairness in this world."

"Why did you suddenly start playing indifferent philosophy?"

Song Yu laughed out loud, "I'm sorry, I've watched too many TV shows recently."

The final was coordinated by the teacher in charge of them. Song Yu and Fei Ke watched through the monitoring screen in the lounge, not only on the stage of the competition, but also every move off the stage.

When he saw a student sneaking into the waiting room and quietly putting thumbtacks in his competitor's shoes, Fei Ke became a little uneasy.

"This character is too scumbag. He will do anything to win."

Fei Ke pouted, "Anyway, I don't want this person, even if I win the combination, I can't take him."

Song Yu looked sideways at Fei Ke with a funny face——he seemed to find the contrast between this kid really cute.

Now Fei Ke's performance is really like a boy in his early twenties, with joy and anger, and he looks a lot more lively.

"People definitely can't want it. Do you dare to make a bet, even if you put a thumbtack, he can't win."

"I don't believe it, just bet if you bet, what will you do if you lose?"

"Uh……"

Song Yu paused for a moment, mainly because he really didn't expect that he had anything to bet on.

"If I lose, I will bet Du Wenzhou on you."

Fei Ke had a disgusted face, "What do you think, what do I want him to do, this is not a reward but a punishment."

When he thought of Du Wenzhou being treated as a gift, with a big pink bow tied on his head, he said to him cutely, "From today onwards, I belong to you~",

It's so heartbreaking.

Song Yu shrugged, "But he is my most precious thing, you see, you don't want it if I give it to you."

Fick: ...

"You are showing affection in disguise."

"As you wish."

Fei Ke took a deep breath, comforting himself as a single dog with an incomparably firm heart,

"If you lose, just promise me a condition. I can make a request to you in the future, but you can also refuse. Until a request that we are both satisfied with is fulfilled, the bet is considered complete."

Song Yusi thought about it, although he doesn't like to owe others such unknown things, but under Fei Ke's conditions, he can refuse the request at any time, at worst, if he doesn't want to, he can refuse for a lifetime, isn't it the same as nothing.

"Okay, I promise you. But what if you lose?"

"If I lose then—"

"Just tell me the truth about how you hate Tianyu." Song Yu replied quickly.

"What happened to you after I left? I want to know."

Fei Ke pursed his lips, as if struggling.

Naturally, he didn't want to tell Song Yu, but in order to get a request from Song Yu, he was reluctant to make this bet.

Forget it, Song Yu won't win anyway, how can he dance with thumbtacks in his shoes?

—Anyway, he can't lose.

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

Fei Ke quickly made a decision, fearing that if he hesitated for a long time, Song Yu would regret that he would not gamble.

Fei Ke, who was staring at the surveillance screen intently, didn't notice that Song Yu next to him was giggling where he couldn't see, like a cat stealing a fish.

Fick, oh Fick, you're still too young.

The screen was real-time, and the second half of the final was about to start in 10 minutes. The owner of the pair of shoes walked into the waiting room and began to change clothes. Then he picked up the pair of shoes and planned to wear them.

Fei Ke rarely feels a little guilty, and now they are using the God's perspective. It is not such a pleasant thing to see others being killed with their own eyes.

"Either..., or forget it, let's stop him for a while. It seems a little unethical to bet on other people's injuries."

Song Yu didn't look at him, "The rule of this game is that we don't participate in the whole process, telling him is breaking the rules.

And——, our current location is half a building away from the waiting room, can you stop it in time? "

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