Although Song Qingyu was puzzled, she still opened her mailbox and checked the contract while washing up.
After briefly reading the contract, Song Qingyu became a little uneasy.
Obviously, this contract was drawn up with her based on the treatment of a super A-list star, and she was self-aware. After the broadcast of "Power to the World", she might still be able to think about this kind of contract, but now... …hehe……
Not to mention a super A-list star, she has been hidden for half a year, and she is probably not even a A-list star. Even among second-tier stars, he probably wouldn't be ranked at the top.
Nowadays, apart from being labeled as a "little national queen" by netizens and the media, she can be said to have nothing. This can be seen from the fact that the original company replaced her agent with a new one.
So she couldn't understand why Qilin Entertainment gave her such good treatment.
So much so that when she was eating dumplings with her parents at the dinner table, her brows were still slightly frowning.
It wasn't until her parents asked her that she got out of the entanglement and told her elders about the matter.
"If there are no traps in the contract, then this is a good thing. It means they are prepared to favor you." Mother Chen Xuanyi enlightened.
His father Song Lunxu also said: "This Qilin Entertainment is newly established, right? I haven't heard of this company before."
"It is newly established and a wholly-owned subsidiary of Jiangzhou Qilin Group." Song Qingyu responded.
"That's it. A new company naturally has to make a name for itself. To put it bluntly, they can even offer you such good terms. If other artists know about it, why don't they follow suit?"
Hearing this, Song Qingyu smiled bitterly: "Dad, although what you said is reasonable, why do you think it sounds so awkward to me? Why do you mean that even I can offer you such good terms? What's wrong with me?"
Song Qingyu was always aloof and cold in front of outsiders, but in front of her parents, she was still just a little girl who loved to act coquettishly.
When Song Lunxu heard this, he hurriedly surrendered and said, "It's Dad's fault. Dad can't speak."
Song Qingyu smiled. No longer entangled, she opened the signing software on her mobile phone. After signing the contract, she emailed it to Qilin Entertainment.
Not long after the email was sent, Han Ruoxue called again: "Ms. Song, did you watch the Spring Festival Gala in previous years?"
Song Qingyu replied with some embarrassment: "The year I participated in the Spring Festival Gala, I watched the replay, and other times..."
"I understand." Han Ruoxue is so smart that she naturally doesn't need the other party to explain everything. "You can still watch this year's Spring Festival Gala."
"Is there any special program?" Song Qingyu was a little curious. Mr. Han made this call to him specifically just to let him watch the Spring Festival Gala?
"You'll know when the time comes." Han Ruoxue didn't say much. She just said, "Happy New Year to you and your uncle and aunt" and hung up the phone.
This endless phone call made Song Qingyu confused.
Although she was puzzled, she still rarely stayed in front of the TV after dinner, waiting for the start of the Spring Festival Gala with her parents.
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Panlong Village.
Ling Guozhong took Ling Yi to the nearest creditor's house, knocked on the door, and walked in after receiving a response.
"Brother Ling? Why are you here? Didn't we just come back from your house?" Luo Qizhou asked with a smile on his face. But in his heart, he had actually guessed the purpose of Ling Guozhong's trip.
Ling Guozhong didn't mince words and said directly: "Ling Yi went astray back then. We had no choice but to ask you to borrow 20,000 yuan. This debt lasts for several years. I'm really sorry."
"Hey~ We are all from the countryside, what are you talking about? Who hasn't been in trouble yet?" Luo Qizhou said with a frown, obviously disagreeing with Ling Guozhong's apology.
"That's what I said, but when I asked so many people, I asked only you, Old Zhou, if you were willing to take out your coffin book. I will keep this feeling in my heart."
"Oh, it's all over. Do you think this kid is very useless now? Didn't I say it at the time? Your Yiwazi just didn't understand it for a while. When he understands it, he will take the right path. Look at what I said. How about it, doesn’t this come true?”
Ling Guozhong smiled and said: "My brother is right, but the money should be paid back.----Ling Yi."
After hearing this, Ling Yi put two boxes of cigarettes and wine on the table, then took out four wads of money from the bag and placed them on the box.
"Brother Ling, what do you mean? I only lent you 20,000 yuan. What did you do with 40,000 yuan?" Luo Qizhou frowned and looked a little ugly.
Ling Guozhong immediately smiled and said: "Old Zhou, this is just a little thought from the children, just think of it as interest."
"Playing the piano randomly, how can you get such a high interest rate! Take it back, take it back, I will only take 20,000." Luo Qizhou's expression didn't look artificial, he was from the countryside, he was simple-minded and didn't have so many tricks.
"Old Zhou! Just take it if I ask you to. Isn't your daughter-in-law about to give birth? This is just a gift for me to watch my confinement. Isn't that okay?" Ling Guozhong persuaded helplessly.
When Luo Qizhou heard this, he glanced at his wife, saw the latter nodded, and then sighed and said: "Oh, okay, I will accept my love."
After handing the money to his wife, Luo Qizhou patted Ling Yi on the shoulder: "Good role, I didn't embarrass your dad! Work hard in the future and don't let your dad down again, do you understand?"
"Uncle Zhou, I remember." Ling Yi smiled and nodded.
"Well done! Panlong Village is proud of you for your achievements now. Your dad can hold his head high in the future." Luo Qizhou also smiled.
After saying that, he said to Ling Guozhong: "Brother Ling, you have raised a good son! If my stinky brat has one-tenth of the potential of your son, I will die in peace."
"Bah, bah, bah, it's Chinese New Year. You're talking nonsense about whether you'll die or not. Everyone is safe!"
"Hahaha, yes, yes, be safe!"
After coming out of Luo Qizhou's house, the two of them did not go directly to the next house. Instead, Ling Guozhong waited at the intersection while Ling Yi went back to move cigarettes and alcohol.
In fact, Ling Yi could have used the ring on his little finger, but he was afraid of scaring his father, so he simply moved it one by one. Anyway, for him, this amount of exercise is almost nothing.
There are eight foreign debtors in total, and the largest one is Luo Qizhou's family, which owes 20,000 yuan. The remaining number is at most fifteen thousand and at least five thousand.
No matter how much it was, Ling Yi would pay double the amount, which made those 'creditors' not know what to say and could only keep praising Ling Guozhong for his good fortune.
Listening to these compliments, Ling Guozhong was so proud that even when he walked, his waist was straight.
The debt repayment process of the first seven companies was smooth, but the atmosphere was a bit heavy until the last one.
Because this family lived at the end of the village, the farthest away, even less than three or four hundred meters away from the camp, Ling Guozhong chose to return this family last.
Ling Guozhong knocked on the door politely as before, and then waited for the person inside to open the door.
But Ling Yi, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but frown - there was actually a cold corpse air floating in the sky above this family's yard!
Because the amount was not large, Ling Yi, who had not dispersed his consciousness, had not noticed it before.
But now that I have walked in, the corpse aura is particularly dazzling.
"Dad, has anything strange happened in this room recently?" Ling Yi asked softly when no one came to open the door.
When Ling Guozhong heard this, he was a little surprised: "Hey, you kid can tell fortunes? But there is nothing strange. A few days ago, I went up the mountain to catch wild boars. For some reason, Luo Zhenhua fell behind and was hit by a wild boar. I heard that he was hospitalized. It took several days and I was discharged from the hospital yesterday.”
"Did you see it was hit by a wild boar?" Ling Yi asked.
"I just didn't see it. If I had seen it, would the wild boar still be able to escape?"
"Then how do you know it was a wild boar that hit it?"
"The tree with a thick thigh was broken. What else could it be if it wasn't a wild boar? Luo Zhenhua is also a lucky boy. He was only scratched a little. If he was hit in the front, how could he still be alive?"
After Ling Guozhong finished speaking, he hurriedly said "bah bah bah" a few more times, and said repeatedly: "Good luck and good luck, good luck and good luck, Luo Zhenhua will live a long life!"
Looking at the corpse aura above the yard, Ling Yi shook his head and thought to himself: 'Most people don't have such a strong corpse aura even after they die. It would be weird if Luo Zhenhua was hit by a wild boar! '
While I was thinking about it, I heard footsteps in the courtyard, and soon the courtyard door was opened, revealing a young woman.
This young woman Ling Yi had met some time ago. She was the one who went back to the market with her mother and saw the crying pear blossoms with rain at the entrance of the village.
Her appearance was considered average in the village, but her face was pale, as if she was seriously ill.
The yard of Ling's family was so lively before, and Ling Yi didn't see her. He thought he was taking care of patients at home, so he didn't join in the fun.
"Uncle Ling? Brother Yi?" Yang Jie, who was originally frowning, suddenly changed into a smiling face after seeing the person clearly, but she did not welcome the two of them in.
Although she didn't go to the Ling family, what happened in the village could spread in less than half an hour, not to mention that the Ling family had been going on for nearly three hours. Who wouldn't know?
Although some villagers offered to watch over Luo Zhenhua for her and asked her to pick up a box of cigarettes and alcohol, she was worried and still didn't go. and……
"Girl Yang, won't you let us go in and sit down?" Ling Guozhong asked.
There was some hesitation on Yang Jie's face, and then she said with some embarrassment: "Uncle Ling, there are patients in my house. You'd better not come in. It's the Chinese New Year, so as not to get bad luck."
Rural people are most particular about this. Although those who were willing to help take care of her did not say anything, Yang Jie felt guilty, so she did not let them help take care of her.
It is also for this reason that Ling Guozhong and the others are not allowed in now.
"What age have you been, and you still believe in this feudal superstition? The girl is not afraid, and I, Old Ling, are not afraid of bad luck." Ling Guozhong said, crossed the threshold and walked in.
Upon seeing this, Ling Yi hurriedly spread his spiritual energy and wrapped up Ling Guozhong and Yang Jie.
Although this zombie aura is not serious, it would be really uncomfortable for ordinary people if they got it.
Fortunately, Luo Zhenhua just came back last night. If he had come back earlier, Yang Jie would have been unable to bear it.
"Yang girl, how is Zhenhua?" Ling Guozhong asked after entering the yard.
Hearing this, Yang Jie's face suddenly dimmed, and tears began to appear in her eyes: "The doctor said that the trauma is almost healed, and the blood tests are normal, but I just don't know why I still can't wake up."
"I'll go see him." Ling Guozhong sighed and walked towards the back room...
