The leader of Deyun Junior Team? I quit!

Chapter 63 Guo Degang takes action, will Dalin’s Spring Festival Gala be killed?
  Holding the invitation letter for system rewards, Guo Qilin was extremely excited.

Zhao Bensan! That is the legend of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, and he single-handedly carried the banner of the Spring Festival Gala.

Since he withdrew from the Spring Festival Gala, how many people have simply given up watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"Zhao Bensan's invitation letter. If I invite him to perform in a show, wouldn't it be great?"

"This is my trump card. I have to keep it well and use it at critical times."

Previously, the system reminded that if you draw gold for ten consecutive times, you can fulfill your wish. Guo Qilin's biggest wish now is not to lose to Guo Degang.

It's just that Guo Qilin hasn't figured out how to use this invitation letter to fulfill his wish.

"Forget it, don't worry."

"I'm just waiting to see how my father will act."

Guo Qilin looked at the time. It was already very late. He had to go to Jindu TV Station for rehearsal tomorrow. He had to keep up his spirits and stay in top condition for rehearsal.

Thinking of this, Guo Qilin returned to bed, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Guo Qilin was woken up by a call from the director of the Jindu Spring Festival Gala.

"Hey, director, do you want to rehearse? It's so early today?"

"Rehearsal...yes, rehearsal, that Dalin, come over. I'll wait for you in the office."

The director of the Spring Festival Gala was hesitant when speaking, and Guo Qilin was a little confused.

rehearse? Wait for me in the office?

This is a bit contradictory.

Forget it, let’s go take a look first.

Guo Qilin already had a premonition that something bad might happen.

But he didn't think much of it.

It's useless to think too much, it's better to go directly and ask what's going on.

Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover it!

Anything can be solved, as long as you use the right method.

hang up the phone.

Guo Qilin got up, washed, packed up, and was ready to go out.

Yu Qian and Bai Huiming haven't gotten up yet, maybe because they slept too late yesterday.

After leaving a note for his master and his wife, Guo Qilin went out.

The person who ordered the taxi online was still the big fan.

Not long after, the big fan drove over in his car.

Seeing Guo Qilin, the fan brother came up to him excitedly, "Dalin, did you see our results last night?"

"We achieved great results last night. Not only did you get a bloody blow out of your father, but your stepmother was also scolded by us and became a hot search topic."

"Hahaha, now your father and your stepmother are the targets of thousands of people and are notorious."

"How? Are you happy?"

Listening to the big fan's words, Guo Qilin's face was covered in cold sweat.

How would he answer this thing?

You said you scolded my parents, I am very happy, thank you.

He doesn't even bark at me, does he?
  Did you say you were full?
  That's not right, they are helping him.

It was wrong no matter what he said. Guo Qilin was stunned for a moment.

"oops."

The big fan brother reacted and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Dalin."

"I asked the wrong question."

"How can I ask you if you are happy when I scold your parents?"

"But...how can I ask?"

The big fan doesn’t know what to say.

"Haha." Dalin smiled and patted the big fan on the shoulder, "Thank you."

Since you don’t know what to say, just say thank you.

After all, the big fan brother did help him.

"Hehe." The big fan scratched his head, "You're welcome, this is what us fans should do."

"Come on, come on, get in the car."

"Where are we going today?"

"Jindu TV station, rehearsing the Spring Festival Gala program."

"okay!"

The fan brother responded and set off with Guo Qilin.

Along the way, Guo Qilin chatted with his big fan brother, and the two of them avoided the topic of "parents" in a tacit understanding.

While chatting, the car arrived at its destination.

After Guo Qilin said goodbye to his big fan brother, he went directly to the TV station director's office. When he entered the room, he saw the director waiting for him.

"Da Lin is here, sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

The director warmly greeted Guo Qilin to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

Guo Qilin bent down and took it with both hands, "Thank you, director."

Seeing Guo Qilin's humble attitude, the director felt very uncomfortable.

Oh, what a good kid this is.

Everything is fine, but life is not good.

I had such a cruel father.

Hey, how can I talk about this?

The reason why the director called Guo Qilin so early was not because of rehearsal.

It was the superiors who informed him that Guo Qilin's show was canceled.

The reason is that Guo Degang uses himself as a threat. If Guo Qilin goes to the Spring Festival Gala, he will quit.

Jindu TV Station weighed the pros and cons and finally agreed to Guo Degang's request.

When the director heard the news, he almost died of anger.

One is angry at Guo Degang.

How can there be such a parent in the world who doesn’t care about his own child?
  The second is to be angry with the senior management, who is looking for food. Guo Degang is a language major, and Dalin is a song major. The two are incompatible with each other.

Do you have to kill one?

Can't you compete with Guo Degang?
  How could a TV station in a municipality be manipulated like this?

Damn it! Useless!

But he was angry because he couldn't help but follow the orders from his superiors.

Although he is the director of the Spring Festival Gala, he still has to obey the decisions of the top management.

Hey, Dalin, I'm so sorry, it's my incompetence.

Sighing, the director looked at Dalin and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"Come on, Dalin, let's have some tea."

The director first warmly invited Guo Qilin to drink tea. Guo Qilin nodded with a smile and picked up the teacup.

In fact, at this time Guo Qilin had already felt something strange about the director.

I almost guessed what was going on.

It is estimated that his father really took action.

However, the director didn't mention it, so he couldn't ask directly, so he just waited for the director to speak.

After taking a few sips of tea, the director couldn't hold on any longer.

He looked at Guo Qilin and asked with a smile: "Dalin, yesterday... the hot searches were very lively."

Guo Qilin shook his head helplessly, "Things in our family have always been very lively."

"Director, will this have any impact on me?"

Seeing that the director was really embarrassed, Guo Qilin could only hand over the message.

"Hey." The director sighed, "Da Lin, I'm not telling you that your father is really nothing!"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I was a bit outspoken."

Guo Qilin waved his hand, "You continue."

Seeing that Guo Qilin was in a calm state, the director stopped hiding it.

"Hey, Dalin, if I have something to say, I'll just say it."

"Your father Guo Degang contacted the TV station executives early in the morning."

"Just one sentence, Jindu Spring Festival Gala is with you without him, with him without you."

"The higher-ups weighed the pros and cons and decided... to sacrifice you."

"Da Lin, I really didn't expect this to happen, hey..."

Speaking of this, the director sighed with regret. In fact, he was really optimistic about Guo Qilin.

Although Guo Qilin had already guessed this result, his heart still shrank when he heard the director say it.

It was really hard for him to believe that Guo Degang really attacked him.

it is good!
  In this case, you can't blame me for being unkind!
  Gritting his teeth, Guo Qilin looked at the director, "Director, is there no room for maneuver in this matter?"

The director sighed, "Hey, Dalin, I tried my best."

"You know, the Jindu Spring Festival Gala is mainly about language programs, and your father Guo Degang..."

"Hey……"

"There is no room for maneuver in this matter, unless a language master who can suppress your father appears!"

Guo Qilin's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Haha, it turns out that this is the meaning of that invitation card.

(End of this chapter)