Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 263 261 "This is a social truth, a piece of history."

This is an old community in SJZ, built in the 90s and [-]s, all of which are five or six-storey red brick buildings.

The ground is potholed, old-fashioned telephone poles are here and there, and the wires are in a mess.

Tang Qingyuan's family of three lives here.

Tang Qingyuan is almost 50 years old this year. He is an ordinary worker in the factory. He has long passed the age of star chasing.

But recently, I fell in love with a song called Qingmanshoe Band, and I listen to it online when I have nothing to do.

Of course, the ones he was looking for were all free, and he wouldn't listen to Netease Cloud's top-up VIP songs.

Although he likes this band very much, he is still unwilling to pay a penny for it.

Listening to music is just for entertainment.

It is still a bit reluctant to spend money for entertainment.

I heard that the Qingmangshoe Band will come to SJZ for a concert. Of course, he can't buy a ticket to enter the venue. Today is the weekend and I just don't work overtime, and my wife doesn't come back at night because of the night shift.

He went to the canteen at the gate of the community to buy a bottle of beer and a plate of peanuts, sat at the small dining table, and searched for videos about the concert on the Internet with his mobile phone.

The organizer of this kind of live performance will definitely not broadcast it live. What he searches are all pirated copies secretly taken by live fans.

The effect is not very good, the picture shakes, and the sound is noisy, but the singer on the stage can barely hear the singing.

I want to go to Guilin
i want to go to guilin

But when you have money

I don't have time

Tang Qingyuan sang this song along with the music while eating peanuts.

The lyrics are cheerful and nice.

He has not been to Guilin either.

I didn't go there when I was young, and I don't now.

No time, and more importantly, no money.

Of course, if you grit your teeth and go to Guilin with your family, you will still have to spend tens of thousands of dollars, but it is not worth it.

There are too many places to spend money at home.

My son just graduated from university this year and found a job but the salary is not high.

Later, we will fall in love and get married. The most important thing is the house!
These all cost money.

Thinking of this, you still have the nerve to spend thousands of dollars to play leisurely? !
Just look at it online at home.

It's like listening to music without paying a penny.

"Youth Jinshi" "Baqiao Liu".
He can basically sing the songs of the Qingmanshoe Band, and Tang Qingyuan also felt very happy while drinking and eating peanuts while humming along.

The two-hour concert is coming to an end, and he also wants to know what song Yu Dongqing will sing about SJZ.

Until this song "Kill the man named Shijiazhuang!" "Appear.

The name is not flattering.

But listening to it, Tang Qingyuan found the lyrics in it very familiar.

CSPC, People's Square, Octagon counter.
The term that had been dusty in history reappeared before him, and he fell silent.

The door opened and a young man walked in.

"Dad, I'm back."

Don't look, it's his son Tang Bin.

"Where's my mother?" Tang Bin asked as soon as he entered the door, looking around.

"night shift."

Tang Bin let out an oh and didn't say anything else. He was just about to enter his room when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with his father sitting at the small dining table today.

Eyes are red.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Tang Bin asked in surprise.

"No, nothing." Tang Qingyuan quickly wiped his eyes and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten." Tang Bin replied casually, and suddenly found that his father's mobile phone was actually playing the live performance of the Qingmanshoe Band, but it was over.

He knew that his father was a fan of the Qingmanshoe band.

Tang Bin recalled the news he saw on the Internet and said. "Dad, I heard that the Qingmanshoe Band sang our SJZ's song at today's concert was not good, and somewhat slandered our international village."

"Slander?" Tang Qingyuan slowly raised his head and looked at his son.

"This is the social truth and a piece of history, but some people don't know it, or they pretend not to know it." Tang Qingyuan said with a smile.

Looking at his father's old face, Tang Bin suddenly thought of something, and wanted to talk to his father, but his father remained silent as usual and did not want to say more.

After singing all night, Yu Dongqing didn't sleep in the next morning. She got up and went to the hotel restaurant to have a buffet. Zhang Yang and the others also arrived, and several of them sat together to eat and chat.

At this moment, Luo Yun hurried in, her expression not very good-looking.

"What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night?" Yu Dongqing asked concerned: "Go get some food, the food here is not bad."

"Holly, look at the trending searches!"

"Heh, it's on the hot search again?" Yu Dongqing took out her phone and opened it to look, her face was also a little ugly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang, who was sitting across from him, also took out his mobile phone, and his expression became ugly.

"Killing that Shijiazhuang man sung by the Qingmanglu band is a slander to our city!" Suddenly it was ranked first in the hot search!

"Holly, I'm worried that it will affect you and your Qingmanshoe band!" Luo Yun expressed her worry.

"Impact? What is the impact? At worst, let's reduce the number of people who listen to it, because it will break the sky?!" Yu Dongqing didn't care.

It doesn't matter.

"You can eat. It's okay. Take a good rest today. You've been exhausted these days." Yu Dongqing said.

"Ah."

Luo Yun saw Yu Dongqing so calm, and the anxiety in her heart felt much younger, picking out her favorite food with the dinner plate.

Originally, Yu Dongqing and the others planned to go out for a stroll wearing sunglasses, but Luo Yun strongly advised them not to go and just stay in the hotel honestly, including the meaning of Fang Tenglong's company.

Said that the song you sang last night had too much influence, don't go out and something will go wrong.

Although Yu Dongqing and the others were not worried, they still had to think about the organizer, and they were under a lot of pressure.

So I didn't go anywhere at all, just stayed in the dormitory, sleeping and chatting were also good.

Public opinion on the Internet began to be one-sided, but slowly some people began to reflect on this issue.

Yu Dongqing didn't read these either.

In the afternoon of the second day, he took the band by plane to Zhengzhou, the third stop of the tour.

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