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The boy was stunned when he saw Li Moer taking off her hat. Isn’t this the Li Moer on the poster in front of the tape store? Why did she come to his house?

The old lady lying on the bed looked at this girl who was more beautiful than the women on the calendar, and her heart was filled with joy. Could this girl be the object of her grandson's affection? She was too beautiful. However, when she thought of her family situation, her heart sank.

The boy brought over a worn-out chair and wiped it with a rag. Li Moer sat down and said, "I think you should know me. My name is Li Moer."

The boy nodded and said, "I've seen your posters, and I really like the songs you sing. Every one of them is very nice."

Li Moer said, "I won't beat around the bush with you. I just listened to the song you sang and I admire you. I want to invite you to come to our company and be a singer. Are you willing?"

Zhang Gurong was also very cheerful since he was a child. Because his father had an affair with a widow and ran away, his mother could not accept it and committed suicide by drinking pesticides. She then became silent and sometimes sat there without saying a word for the whole day.

His biggest hobby is listening to the radio with his mother's radio, especially when songs are playing, that is his happiest time.

Later, when a video store was built, the tape recorder at the door became his favorite, and he would often sit at the door for half a day.

Later, he met the leader of the funeral band, Brother Daming, and helped the drum band do some trivial work to earn a meager income.

Once, a rich lady from a wealthy family asked him to sing a song and gave him ten dollars as a reward. At that time, his family had only a little cornmeal and the two of them were about to starve. For the sake of the ten dollars, he bravely sang a song. Unexpectedly, the audience's response was quite good and he was more popular than those who often sang on stage.

When Daming saw that this young man was quite good and so popular with the girls, he discussed with him that in the future, whenever there was work that required singing, he would go on stage to sing, and his salary would be increased from ten yuan every half a month to ten yuan every seven days.

Zhang Gurong nodded without hesitation after hearing what Li Moer said: "Can I? Of course I'm willing to go. I can play the suona and the sheng. I can also play the drums. So, how much money do you want to give me a month? It doesn't have to be too much, just a few dozen yuan will do. I can't let my grandma starve with me!"

Li Moer held her forehead with her hand. "Okay, these are all the skills of the funeral band." She looked at the boy and asked, "What's your name and how old are you?"

The young man said, "My name is Zhang Gurong, and I'm eighteen." Li Moer nodded. "Join my company, and your income will definitely be among the best in the country. In other words, in the future, ninety-nine percent of the people in this country won't be as rich as you. I can guarantee this. But the prerequisite is that you must obey the company's arrangements. Secondly, I will find someone to help cure your grandmother's illness."

Zhang Gurong's eyes lit up: "Are you really willing to help me cure my grandma's illness? If you can really cure her, I will work for you, even for free."

Li Moer nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely help your grandma cure her illness."

Zhang Gurong nodded. "Thank you so much, boss. When do I start work?"

Li Moer looked around the room, stretched out her hand to feel the temperature, and said, "You're too cold. How about you carry your grandma in the car and go to my house? It's warmer there. Stay with me for a while. I'll help your grandma recuperate. When you have enough money, you can find a house and move out. By then, I'm sure your grandma's health will be much better. At least she'll be able to take care of herself."

Zhang Gurong hesitated and said, "It's not a good idea to live with you. Where will you live if we go there? It won't affect your life, right?"

Li Moer smiled and said, "Don't worry. My place can easily accommodate hundreds of people, let alone just the two of you. Let's go, wait until you've spent your money. I won't even let you stay at my place. It's too cold here, don't let your milk freeze."

Zhang Gurong was confused. What kind of house is this? It can accommodate hundreds of people. It must be an inn with big bunk beds.

At Li Moer's invitation, Zhang Gurong carried his grandmother and got into Li Moer's car. Li Moer didn't let her take anything away except the three pounds of corn flour and eleven dollars.