I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Inside a villa in Tiancheng Garden residential complex.

Fu Qingyang was finally able to catch his breath after ending several online calls.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Fu Qingyang settled into a comfortable recliner.

As he pressed his hands against his brow, he went over the replacement conditions in his mind again.

Dealing with those old foxes is very mentally taxing.

It requires careful planning and strategy to both protect one's own interests and get them to willingly and reasonably betray their partners.

Although Guo Yan is a nobody in the company, he is very influential in China's business circles.

To balance the interests, Fu Qingyang still needs to personally handle some matters.

People generally think that being in a high position is easy, but they don't know how tiring and stressful it is for those in high positions.

A few minutes later, Fu Qingyang looked at his watch; it was already 7:30 p.m.

"The match has been going on for over two hours, it should be over by now..."

"There's still no word from Fifth Brother, which is a bit strange..."

Was the match really that close?

Fu Qingyang was unaware of the situation with Xu Hui's performance, but he didn't have high hopes for square dancing.

After all, this is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

In his view, Yang Xue, though talented, was not enough to turn the tide of the battle.

He only hoped that the other party would perform to the best of their ability and gain the audience's approval.

This would justify his subsequent actions to exonerate the elderly man.

Fu Qingyang sighed softly and muttered to himself:

"Fifth Brother is always reliable. If he hasn't called, it means nothing's happened. I'll wait and see."

"I hope Aunt Xu doesn't lose too badly."

With the nanny, Sister Hua, away looking after Xu Hui, the three-story, 120-square-meter villa appeared unusually empty.

Fu Qingyang came to the living room listlessly, his gaze falling on the folk music guitar left by his mother before her death.

He went to the guitar, squatted down, and gently stroked the strings.

As the scales played, he once again recalled that gentle and beautiful woman, his deceased mother.

Fu Qingyang's eyes dimmed, and as if reminiscing about someone, he picked up the guitar and sat back down on the sofa.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the quartz clock on the wall ticking.

Although he always had aloof and unapproachable demeanor, he looked rather adorable in his dazed state at this moment.

As the memories deepened, that familiar melody echoed in Fu Qingyang's ears.

He suddenly began to sing in a murmur:

"A cloud made of rain in the wind... a cloud made of rain..."

"The clouds' hearts are filled with rain, and every drop is you..."

Fu Qingyang only remembers these two lines of lyrics, and can only sing these two lines.

This is all the memories his mother left him.

He wanted to know about his mother's past, but apart from him, it seemed that everyone had forgotten her, as if she had never existed.

Suddenly, a pleasant ringtone interrupted Fu Qingyang's thoughts.

Fu Qingyang composed himself, sat up, and answered the phone.

"Young Master, Madam's match is over."

Amidst the noisy cheers, the voice of the nanny, Sister Hua, came through the phone.

"It was Aunt Hua who called, not Aunt Xu, which means she lost the competition and is in a bad mood..."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyang made his own judgment.

He sighed and said:

"Aunt Hua, please take care of her emotions for me. I'll go pick her up right away."

"Tell her not to take it too seriously."

Fu Qingyang didn't want to tell Xu Hui his plans, knowing that she would be even more unhappy if she knew.

Although he was the king of a business empire, at home he preferred to be an ordinary, obedient son.

Yes, I kept reminding myself of that.

[After all, I'm getting older, so I shouldn't experience extreme joy or sorrow.]

Even when happy, it has to be just right.

"happy..?"

Fu Qingyang's cold expression faltered for a moment before he asked:

"Aunt Hua, are you saying that my Aunt Xu is in a good mood right now?"

Yes, of course the lady is in a good mood after winning the competition through her hard work!

She kept pestering me to join the square dance group, saying she wanted me to start live streaming and become an internet celebrity.

However, upon hearing the result, Fu Qingyang was speechless.

"That woman... actually won with her square dance group!?"

...

time Square.

As announced by the host, the square dance group won the competition.

According to the agreement made before the competition, the hip-hop group must give up the venue and offer their sincerest apologies to the square dance group.

The response was enthusiastic; the hip-hop group's die-hard fans had already left, leaving behind only audience members who had become fans of the square dance group.

However, not a single person was seen on the hip-hop group's dazzling stage.

Netizens are being very honest; they're bound to mock the hip-hop group for not coming out after losing the competition.

Therefore, the public chat is filled with various comments such as "trash", "coward", and "come out and apologize".

The audience was enthusiastically discussing the square dance program and asking questions about the streamer's broadcast time, whether they accepted apprentices, and so on.

In the VIP room, which was quite large, the faces of every senior executive at Tiancheng Real Estate were ashen and gloomy.

If this were sent to Hengdian World Studios, he wouldn't even need makeup to play one of the Eighteen Bronze Men.

Looking at Guo Yan again, his face was so red he could play the role of a fire-making monk.

This wasn't because he was in high spirits, but because he was so angry that his face turned red.

"Useless! This fucking hip-hop group is ruining my life!"

"Given the current situation, how can I make an announcement?"

Guo Yan almost smashed his phone in anger after finishing the call.

After the results of the competition were announced, his attitude changed completely.

The arrogance of those in high positions is gone, as is their resolute attitude; the composure of top leaders has vanished.

Now all that's left is hysteria and impotent rage.

From Guo Yan's words, it's clear he might be somewhat forgetful...

The promises made so confidently before seem to have no meaning now.

This is why?

It's not that they have bad memories, but that they automatically forget the mistakes they've made.

Nowadays, many high-ranking leaders live only to show off.

Boast your big claims, make wild pronouncements, and paint grand promises, but leave the actual implementation to the lower levels.

Because that's what you're here to do!

If I do it well, it's my achievement; if I don't, it's your problem!

Guo Yan was furious and no one dared to respond. All the managers lowered their heads and pretended to be dead, including the sycophantic Manager Cai.

Guo Yan had been throwing a tantrum for a while, and seeing that no one was speaking, he became even angrier.

After looking around, Guo Yan finally fixed his gaze on Xu Yan.

"Yes! That's the kid!"

"If he hadn't jinxed us earlier, how could we have lost this match!"

Xu Yan, who was also pretending to be dead with his head down, inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

Guo Yan exhaled a long breath, narrowed his wrinkled, triangular eyes, and said coldly:

"Although there was an unexpected turn of events, we must still implement the revised policy."

"Tiancheng also has its pride!"

"Manager Xu, I see you have a lot of ideas and are quite capable."

"Do you have any suggestions on how to handle this incident?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yan inwardly exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Soon after, a voice from the VIP stands attracted everyone's attention.

[Um...everyone, I'm Xu Yan, the Executive Manager of Tiancheng.]

[I apologize for the inconvenience, but I would like to inform everyone of a regulation that Tiancheng's Executive Department revised and issued three hours ago.]

To protect the health of the elderly and to reduce unnecessary trouble.

[For users aged 60 and above, regardless of whether they are registered streamers or not, all their PK results are considered invalid.]

These words caused an uproar throughout the room...