How did I become a god

Chapter 1720 Auspicious Signs of Wealth
Wang Ning and Wang Zi quickly stood up, while their erhu teacher had already been waiting by the van outside the villa. In Peking Opera, the status of the erhu player and the singer is significantly different.

"Butler Chen, thank you. We'll be right there." The prince bowed slightly, his attitude respectful.

Chen Qingshuang wore an ice-blue satin dress, her stunning figure creating a striking visual impact, yet her demeanor remained dignified and serene. She nodded slightly, standing quietly to the side waiting for them to finish removing their makeup, her poise exceptional.

Wen Xiaoli was also a radiant, elegant, and beautiful woman, wearing a well-tailored light pink business suit. However, at 1.67 meters tall, she was overshadowed by Qing Shuang Aifei, who was 1.72 meters tall, due to her age.

"Prince, you sing Peking Opera very well. We've established a theatrical fund to support and reward outstanding young opera performers like yourselves. Would you be interested in joining?"

Standing next to Chen Qingshuang, Wen Xiaoli immediately understood what was going on. It was basically a way to pay someone to stay employed while simultaneously building connections and relationships with industry veterans. It was just under a different guise.

She's in the dance industry and has seen far too many of these money-giving methods.

So, the amount Qing Shuang gave was indeed more than the 50,000 yuan red envelope she wanted to give.

A hint of surprise flashed across the prince's face as he inquired about the operation of the opera fund, but this was quickly replaced by immense joy.

For actors like them, who need to hone their skills in peace but are often struggling to make a living, such a fund is like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

“Ms. Chen, I am very willing to join! Thank you for the opportunity!” The prince’s voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Wang Ning, standing beside him, couldn't hide his envy. Who doesn't need money? Especially on the path of art, without financial support, relying solely on passion and talent makes the road ahead incredibly difficult.

Chen Qingshuang smiled slightly, poised and dignified, and asked, "Have you ever released a solo album?"

The prince was taken aback again, and honestly replied, "Ms. Chen, people in our industry rarely have the opportunity to release solo albums; most of them release compilations or live recordings."

Chen Qingshuang smiled, but her tone carried a decisive force: "Then let's send one out, as a small token of our CEO Jing's support for traditional art."

Later, someone from EasyListen Music will contact you to sign a contract, and they will discuss the entire album with you.

The prince was overjoyed; it was like a windfall!
Releasing a solo album would greatly enhance his fame and status in the Peking Opera world! He thanked her repeatedly, almost incoherently, "Ms. Chen, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Wen Xiaoli was somewhat surprised; President Jing's reward was indeed very generous!

Yiting Music has a strong background and is currently one of the top three music platforms in China, standing alongside Tencent Music and NetEase Cloud Music. It is valued at over 10 billion US dollars and is just waiting to go public.

A true giant in the music industry.

Producing an album, even a digital album which is popular now, is estimated to cost over 100,000 yuan, not including the cost of acquiring the songs.

Prince expressed his gratitude several times before he and Wang Ning, at Chen Qingshuang's prompting, left the first-floor lounge with feelings of excitement and daze.

Chen Qingshuang, with a smile, escorted Wen Xiaoli to the door.

"Ms. Chen, wait! Wait!"

Prince waved repeatedly before walking with Wang Ning to the black Mercedes-Benz van waiting on the road outside the villa.

Scenes from the villa flashed through her mind: the soft, silent, expensive carpet under her feet; the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls on both sides; and the obviously valuable antiques placed in the corner.

Looking back at the meticulously maintained outline of the private garden in the night, she murmured to herself, "This is truly...unbelievable wealth!"

The prince looked back at the villa district behind him, which resembled a manor estate, and nodded emphatically with deep agreement. This was wealth; it was a lifestyle and social class disparity that they could hardly imagine.

"really."

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Second floor restaurant.

After Wen Xiaoli and Chen Qingshuang got up and left, dinner continued.

Guan Yujia gently wiped her mouth with a napkin. She didn't eat much, mainly salad and fish, in order to maintain her figure and health. She jokingly remarked:
"Brother Jing, it's rare to see such a beautiful woman among Peking Opera performers these days. Aren't you disappointed?" Her tone was lightly teasing.

She knew her brother's temperament well.

With Peking Opera now in decline, there are naturally fewer beautiful women performing in it. However, during the Republican era, it was a top-tier art form, and there was no shortage of famous actresses.

Li Qin, a popular actress today, studied Kunqu Opera but ultimately switched to film and television. The income difference is huge!

Upon hearing this, Jing Gao smiled and gently pinched Guan Yujia's smooth cheek. It was bare and felt wonderful to the touch. "Guan Guan, I'm currently resting and recuperating."

Speaking of Peking Opera, there's something I need to discuss. How's the process of inviting Yan Xingpeng, a master of the Yan school of Peking Opera, back to China going?

He was still thinking about the promise he had made to Zhou Nanman, the former most beautiful woman in Nanjing, who was a seasoned Peking Opera enthusiast.

He's a beginner, actually.

Therefore, he didn't know much about that past. However, Nanman was a very good woman; she spoiled him so much, and he was happy to do things for her.

Guan Yujia smiled and pointed to Feng Wan beside her, saying, "Xiao Wan will be in charge of following up on this matter."

Feng Wan, dressed in a light lilac chiffon blouse and a white knee-length skirt, was gentle and elegant. She reported in a soft voice, her words clear and organized: "Brother Jing, our initial plan is to establish a special Peking Opera fund, through which all subsequent financial expenditures will be handled. On one hand, we've entrusted senior figures in the theater industry to convey our sincerity and the generous terms to Master Yan."

In my opinion, for Peking Opera masters, there are two main needs: the need to perform on stage and the need to teach.

We might need to open a Peking Opera theater and a Peking Opera training base.

My team and I concluded that it would be best to operate under the auspices of the Chinese Folk Arts Association. We need to reach out to Peking Opera theaters in Beijing and Shanghai. Brother Jing, you often invite Peking Opera teachers to perform at your home; that's a way of showing some goodwill.

Only by taking good care of all parties can this matter be successfully promoted.

If all else fails, then we can promote it in the name of Peking Opera enthusiasts. We can then consider locations for Peking Opera theaters and training classes.

Jing Gao nodded, cutting off a piece of slow-roasted French blue lobster tail meat, dipping it in a little saffron lemon butter sauce, and putting it in his mouth. The lobster meat was firm and springy, incredibly sweet, and the richness of the butter, along with the complex aroma of saffron and lemon, further enhanced the flavor.

"Okay, Xiaowan has thought this through very well. We'll do it your way."

However, we can decide on the location of the teahouse first and then buy it. At my age, I still enjoy listening to Peking Opera, and I'll continue to enjoy this hobby. Owning a teahouse can enhance our daily relationship.

He was just following Xiaowan's train of thought when he started the conversation.

There are some experts in Xiao Wan's team!

These days, making money is a skill, and spending money is also a skill. He wanted to invite famous Peking Opera performers to his door to perform for him, but he's not a warlord or prominent figure who controlled Beijing during the Republic of China era. How could he possibly come whenever he was invited?

In fact, the artists he's inviting aren't top-tier masters in the Peking Opera world. For example, the fact that he could only invite young Peking Opera actors like Wang Zi, a Kun Sheng performer, and Wang Ning, a student of the Yan school, tonight speaks volumes.

If one has a teahouse that can provide a stage for Peking Opera performances, and has a close relationship with the masters, it would be much easier to invite them to perform!

To the outside world, it's about building relationships, not about spending money.

This is how capital operates subtly and gradually! Having been a super-rich person for so long, he understands how things work out here. That's why there's a distinction between new money and old money.

The accumulation of wealth for an individual or a family is not just about money, but also about the network of connections built over time. This insight can be applied to all aspects of life.

Therefore, many wealthy families develop an appreciation for art by the third generation and spend large sums of money on it. This is, in itself, a means for capital to silently expand its influence!

Jing Gao said, "At my age, I can still enjoy listening to Peking Opera..." This made Guan Yujia, Zheng Xiaobing, Zhang Li, and Re Re, who were standing next to him, all smile.

The main reason is that Zheng Xiaobing's comment was so insightful. It's not that Brother Jing is getting old and likes listening to Peking Opera; it's clearly that his health needs rest and that's why he enjoys listening to Peking Opera.

Of course, to be fair, it's all because Brother Jing's body is getting old.

"Pfft..." Zheng Xiaobing covered her mouth and giggled. When she saw Jing Gao looking over, she immediately restrained herself, only glancing at him with her almond-shaped eyes, which were both charming and alluring. It wasn't appropriate to continue teasing her sweetheart, since men are quite particular about this aspect.

Moreover, he was also planning to learn some Taoist secret arts to hone his abilities.

Feng Wan gently agreed, "Okay, Brother Jing."

Guan Yujia gracefully put down her knife and fork; she had finished eating. She gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, which wasn't disheveled, and said softly, "Brother Jing, how was your meal? Xiaolin is quite skilled at dancing; would you like her to perform a dance for you?"

She is meticulous and thoughtful. Chu Wenjun, who was in charge of coordinating the investments of the four powerful local families in Shanghai, Feng Zhongfang and Wei, in Mingyuan Group, had already begun to consider retiring.

Brother Jing also wanted to get rid of her to avoid an awkward situation.

Wen Xiaoli, this elegant and beautiful woman, a national first-class actress and dancer, is currently favored. Brother Jing probably thinks Chu Wenjun is in the way.

After all, Jing Gao sometimes gets carried away and doesn't care about the occasion.

Therefore, she "offered" two more beauties to Brother Jing. There were four beauties in the same cohort. However, there was no need to pile them all in front of Brother Jing; introducing them in two batches would keep things fresh.

“Sure!” Jing Gao would never refuse his chief secretary’s suggestion, and made an inviting gesture.

Lin Haocun, who had been sitting upright in a mint green preppy polo shirt and white pleated skirt, took a deep breath upon seeing this and quickly got up and walked to the open space in the center of the restaurant. Her long legs were particularly eye-catching under the lights, and her skin was even more radiant than her white dress.

Zheng Xiaobing led the applause; Xiao Lin and Xiao Hu were members she managed.

The women applauded in a very respectful manner. Zheng Xiaobing, as the "personal maid in the room," held a high position among Jing Gao's many beauties.

Jing Gao also smiled and clapped, his gaze appreciatively fixed on the arena, as melodious accompaniment began...

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At the villa entrance, Wang Zi and Wang Ning, who had just gotten into the car, vaguely heard enthusiastic applause coming from inside the villa. They couldn't help but peek out at the brightly lit, palace-like main building of the villa.

“What an enviable life…” Wang Ning sighed softly again, his tone complicated.

The prince nodded silently, his heart also churning with emotion. Tonight's experience felt like a dream, yet it was a secret they couldn't share with outsiders because of the confidentiality agreement they had signed.

This was truly an aura of wealth and luxury, enough to make them reminisce for a long time. They wondered when they would be able to invite her to sing again.

(End of this chapter)