Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

There were cheers and applause in the tavern, and Yu Dongqing was secretly wondering while accompanying her.

Although my sister-in-law is not as good at drama and dancing as her mother, she is better because of her long legs and full of youthful vigor.

The singing voice is very sweet. Although her singing skills are not comparable to those of professionally trained singers like Zhao Yawen, she has a bit of the flavor of Teresa Teng from the original time and space.

In the end, Mingmei left the stage amidst cheers.

She originally thought that the matter was over, but suddenly a middle-aged man came up to her with a gentle look: "I am Chen Jiawei, the agent of Xiangjiang Jiaying Film and Television Company. Miss, I think you are good in appearance, temperament,... Both the sound and the sound have the potential to become stars. Are you willing to join our company? Enter the music world, or even the film and television industry."

After saying that, he took out a business card from his pocket.

Scout? !

In this time and space, due to the poor performance of Chinese entertainment in the Mainland, Hong Kong and Taiwan's entertainment has not declined as much as in the original time and space, and still has certain advantages. Therefore, being able to become a star in Hong Kong is quite attractive to mainland girls.

I just didn’t expect to meet a talent scout from Xiangjiang here!

And it’s Jiaying Company, one of the two famous film and television companies in Hong Kong.

Many girls in the bar looked at Mingliang with envy. She was the lucky one today.

Unexpectedly, Mingliang smiled reservedly and didn't even take the business card: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in singing and acting."

Chen Jiawei didn't expect Meili to refuse so simply. Just when he was about to persuade him a few more words, Zhang Yang came over.

"Sir, you've got the wrong person! He's a top student in Chinese opera. How can he be an artist in our Jiaying?!"

Chinese drama? !

This is one of the top universities in mainland China for cultivating outstanding actors.

There is a saying that "Chinese Opera produces actors, and Nortel produces stars." I saw the extraordinary ability of Chinese Opera students.

However, Chen Jiawei still refused to give up. In the end, he forced his business card to Meili, saying that if he had any ideas, he could call him directly.

The song "Mei Meili" was regarded as the warm-up. After a while, Yu Dongqing and the others continued to play. The atmosphere in the pub was lively throughout the night and did not end until 11 o'clock.

"Tomorrow. Let's continue tomorrow." Zhang Yang greeted with a smile: "Meiliang, you come too."

"I won't be coming tomorrow night. I have an appointment with my classmates to watch a movie." Meili smiled.

Everyone went home. Yu Dongqing drove Meiliang back to Houhai's home first. Driving on the street, he glanced at Meimei sitting in the back seat holding his sleeping daughter through the rearview mirror, and he suddenly asked.

"Meimei, you have a good voice and image. Just like what Chen Jiawei said, do you want to enter the film and television industry and become an actor?"

"I don't, brother-in-law, I told you that my ideal is to be a great director like Steven Spielberg!" After saying this, he looked proud.

Be a director?

I still think it would be better for you to be an actor.

With your image, temperament, and script skills, it would be a shame not to be an actor.

Maybe one day I will make a few movies on a whim and let you be the heroine.

Of course, Yu Dongqing would not say this now.

After sending Mingliang to the entrance of Yanzi Hutong in Houhai, Yu Dongqing turned around and took her sleeping daughter back to Hujialou. After lunch the next day, she took her daughter to the Dongdan Indoor Swimming Pool for swimming. In the afternoon, the father and daughter were at the nearby swimming pool. We had a McDonald's meal at a fast-food restaurant, and then sent my daughter to her grandmother's house after six o'clock in the evening.

Dad must fulfill his responsibilities, then go home, change clothes, and drive to Sanlitun.

Yu Dongqing and his Qingmanglu Band performed in a bar for the first time and became a hit. The next night, the entire Shili Peach Blossom Bar was packed. Many young men and women who claimed to be literary youths and liked folk songs came to the bar early to occupy seats.

Of course, what followed was that all the drinks in the bar were sold out.

There are folk songs and stories, how can there be no wine?

So, I originally planned to only sing for two nights, but finally decided to add one more night, and also sing on Sunday night.

Today is Sunday. After eating, Yu Dongqing changed her clothes and sent her daughter to her grandmother's house. Then she drove to Sanlitun.

He parked his car and walked into Shili Peach Blossom Bar, only to see Liu Yimin.

When he saw Yu Dongqing, he said, "Dongqing, we can't sing tonight. Du Hui and Zhang Yang just called and said they were busy."

Yu Dongqing was surprised: "Didn't these two guys agree? We have to let go of big things. What's going on?"

"Du Hui has hired a lawyer and is preparing to file a lawsuit with his ex-wife to get the custody of their children back. We have made an appointment with a lawyer tonight to discuss the matter," Liu Yimin said.

"This matter is important, can we win if we don't bother him?" Yu Dongqing asked.

"It's quite difficult." Liu Yimin shook his head: "After all, in the divorce agreement, it was written in black and white that the child would be raised by her ex-wife."

"Why"

Yu Dongqing didn't know what to say.

He couldn't help with this matter.

"Where's Zhang Yang? What's wrong with him?" Yu Dongqing asked again.

"His mother-in-law called to say that something had happened to my father-in-law and asked the couple to go back quickly."

"His father-in-law is sick?" Yu Dongqing was startled, and quickly took out her mobile phone to call, and the call was quickly answered.

"Zhang Yang, what's wrong with your father-in-law? Is his condition serious? Do you need our help?"

"It's not too serious. We sent it to the hospital. The doctor checked and said that the blood pressure was a bit high and the heartbeat was irregular. He asked us to stay in the hospital tonight and observe Dongqing first. I won't be able to come over tonight. I just told Yimin ,Excuse me."

"It's okay. The old man is in critical condition. You should take good care of him. If you need help with anything, just ask."

"Okay, I know, bye."

Alas, the sorrow of those born in the 1980s.

Yu Dongqing sighed slightly in her heart.

Most of them are only children, and one couple has to take care of four elderly people.

Seeing Yu Dongqing hang up the phone, Liu Yimin said again: "You also have a rest tonight, have a couple of drinks and then go back to take care of your baby girl."

"I'm fine. Tongtong has been sent to her grandmother's house."

"Oh, your father-in-law's family is really nice to you. It's not easy to have an old man to take care of your children now." Liu Yimin said.

He was inspired.

Although Liu Yimin and his wife Wei Fang are both from Yanjing, his parents died early, and his wife's parents live in rural Shunyi. They have a lot of work to do at home and cannot help them take care of their children.

Wei Fang works in a company and is usually very busy. It is up to him to take her daughter to school.

Fortunately, his time to run the tavern is flexible, and it is quite hard work rain or shine all year round.

While the two were chatting, someone in the bar asked if there would be any performances tonight.

Yu Dongqing looked around. There were obviously more people than usual tonight, and there were many familiar faces. It seemed that they were singing to them. So before Liu Yimin could answer, he smiled and said: "Yes, yes, wait a moment."

"What, you still want to sing?" Liu Yimin asked in a low voice.

"Since we agreed to perform tonight, we can't go back on it. Let's do this, I'll sing and you'll play the drums!"

"The two of us?" Liu Yimin was surprised.