People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Qingshan Xiazhi opened his eyes wide and made an exaggerated expression of shock.

But suddenly a small hand grabbed the fabric on my shoulder.

"No."

The ravaged Miss Ito struggled to speak, "Aoyama, listen to me."

After finally breaking free from their restraints, the girls whispered to each other.

The blinking Summer Solstice girl turned towards him, nodding and humming.

Then, he relaxed and put his arm around Miss Ito's shoulders, smiling.

"So, that's how it is." She came closer. "Role playing?"

"It's essentially about avoiding trouble." Lin Sen, who understood Ms. Ito's explanation naturally, perhaps by tacit agreement, then continued, "It's a good thing to leave a stranger with a beautiful story with just a little effort."

"Um..."

Miss Xiazhi drew out her voice, glanced at the proprietress Fujiwara who was leaning on the stage and looking at her with a smile, and said nothing.

"But," she continued, "it seems natural for you to play lovers. Is it an illusion?"

"Maybe it's because we're both close friends and we both want to stay single. So, we're more relaxed?"

"Is there such a principle?"

Miss Qingshan looked surprised. After a moment, a cunning expression appeared on her face.

Lower your voice:

"In that case, Xiaolin, do you want to try it with me?"

As she spoke, her sharp peripheral vision caught a detail—the other girl's fist, which she had pulled over and placed on her knees, subconsciously tightened.

Then, I heard an immediate refusal.

"No."

"Wow..."

Miss Xiazhi protested instantly, "Don't you think before answering?"

"Because Qingshan is fundamentally different from us. You still yearn for love and are not in our club."

"Oh~ Club..."

Qingshan Xiazhi sang in a strange voice, imitating Lin Sen's vocal habits, "We're having a party this weekend, and guess who won't be invited... me!"

"Pfft..."

"Stop it."

After the short-haired girl couldn't help laughing at the strange tone, the atmosphere instantly turned into a spoof-like joy.

"How's rehearsing for the song you're going to perform on the radio show going?" Lin Sen asked about her career. "You even cancelled our tour invitation, so you should be getting some results."

"I'm still a little unsure," Qingshan Xiazhi said honestly. "It's a bit like the nervousness I used to feel before an exam... But, thanks to my experience as a student, I know forcing myself to study isn't a good idea... So I decided to take a break and help my fellow villagers to relax."

"Don't take it too seriously. It's just a small show. If it doesn't go well, we can find another opportunity."

"Um..."

Grand and heroic words of comfort always have some effect.

What warmed my heart even more was the echo from another person.

"Come on, Sister Qingshan."

Ms. Ito shook the person next to her and whispered firmly, "I'll go with you on the day of the show."

Then, she opened her eyes wide again, and someone moved her so much that he pinched her little face with both hands.

"Ah!! Ito! My little Xiguo!"

"Qing, Qingshan!"

"No Qingshan! Call me Sister Qingshan again! Come on!"

"Qingshan...sister."

"Be more coherent!"

"Sister Qingshan..."

"Ah, that's great, why are you so cute!"

"Well..."

The fights between girls are always a pleasant sight.

Watching everything, Lin Sen couldn't help but sigh.

Come to think of it, at this moment, this guy doesn't seem to be worrying about his age like when he met a certain flamingo...

Thinking more deeply, it seems that when the female editor first met Ito, she didn't want her to address her as "sister" or "senior" in the way she treats older people.

I have to say, women sometimes really have this strange obsession with age.

It seems like he is afraid of being called old.

Can't figure it out.

The young man who sighed shook his head, picked up his chopsticks and started to eat the noodles on the table.

Chapter 62: The Treasure of Music

Perhaps there is a subtle rule like this:

When something develops to a certain extent, some things are inevitable.

In other words, to put it more simply and one-sidedly—

It's time to go on stage.

This is the way the world is.

However, there may be differences between people.

Some people are afraid of unfamiliar things. When entering an unfamiliar environment and facing new phenomena, they feel trembling with fear and trepidation, and take every step with difficulty.

Some people criticize this kind of non-extroversion.

It is considered to be a manifestation of some kind of lack of ability.

It is considered an obligation to understand the various aspects of the human relationship, and the purpose is only to provide convenience to each other in the process of interaction.

But the real truth is...

The quiet and lonely private state is the breeding ground for sensitive and picky talents to ferment better.

Few artists can manage to work with businessmen while still completing their creations in a timely manner.

But a world full of conflicts doesn't mind such a small contradiction - unless they are unruly people from wealthy families, most of the time, talented artists really need the money they earn from socializing to support themselves in the early stages before they become famous.

Even after becoming a little famous, there will be more unavoidable conflicts of interest.

However, since there are problems, there will be people who will respond to them.

A profession was born - broker.

In fact, in this field, Lin Sen calls himself a super dilettante.

The only relevant experience he had was when he was a professional player in his previous life, and he had to argue with the club over some unimportant contract details.

The only advantage we have over our professional counterparts is probably that we are sincere enough and don’t think about how to squeeze more money out of the objects of our operations.

But even so, it is still better than a certain singer Qingshan Xiazhi himself.

That's strange.

He is clearly a worker who is well versed in the ways of the people and knows how to thrive in a strange city.

When it comes to the career that she considers her dream, she is always naive and humble like a young child who has just started out.

Don't dare to ask for payment in advance.

Even when I was singing in bars, if the performance and audience feedback were not good, my first reaction after the performance was to run away in fear, let alone get the income I deserved.

I always feel uneasy about my singing voice and talent.

Obviously, it's a strange phenomenon.

But if you think about it carefully, you can understand it.

Perhaps there's always a simple romance in the thoughts of kindhearted farmers. While they may be prone to complaining about bad weather, if the crops they've painstakingly planted and watered ultimately don't bear fruit, they'll always be concerned about forcing themselves to lower the price and then not passing the buck on to others.

Or maybe it was the lack of confidence that came from repeated setbacks. Perhaps, when I first arrived in Tokyo, I had to apologize and smile in exchange for money.

When I encounter similar situations while working, I can still hypnotize myself, but I am just bending over backwards to pursue my dreams and can adopt a worldly attitude.

But when something that is regarded as a priceless treasure is put on the shelf like inferior goods in a grocery market, and is picked and picked at by customers with disdainful faces and complained about its flaws, there may be even more grievances, resentment and even indignation that cannot be expressed to anyone.

Only this matter brings irreducible real damage.

Chasing your dreams can give you a sense of sacred purpose, but the most depressing thing is discovering in the process that no one cares who you are.

We will treat you no differently than we treat the servile traffickers.

In the era of marketization of the cultural and entertainment arts industry, commercial value is the only measure.

Sincerity that no one cares about and vulgarity that is useless are eaten at the same table and left to rot in the corner of the stinking ditch.

Even more painful days are yet to come - in this era without the Internet, the legendary communication medium, if you have even a hint of unwillingness to give up, you must force yourself to visit every household door to door before you become famous, promote your hard-earned works, pose coquettishly, lean against the door and smile, and tirelessly promote yourself like a shameless businessman.

It seems that we can only choose one between dignity and bread?

Lin Sen has another answer:

"Or, I'll do it."

That's exactly what he did - he took the female singer, who was warned to "just follow my instructions and keep quiet", to the recording site of the "Datian Mayo" radio program in advance and openly talked to the producer about resource allocation and even remuneration.

Sometimes things are just so magical. With a little twist, it's easy to describe everything in a dazzling and colorful way.

Anyway, it’s not me who’s blushing.

Well, poor Ms. Aoyama, who is being discussed like this for the first time.

When Lin Sen was describing in great detail how amazing the performance would be, he felt ashamed but couldn't interrupt. His face flushed red with holding back, so he had to hug Miss Ito tightly like a doll and hide behind the short-haired girl.

The show's third-in-command host, Ms. Hezi, covered her mouth with her hands and laughed secretly. She then focused her attention on the young man who was waving and describing fearlessly in front of the pot-bellied producer and the director in a baseball cap.

"In summary, I think the few minutes between the two current performances can be left to us."

Lin Sen said confidently, "Whether it's a casual talk, an impromptu cover, or more resident repertoire performances, we are prepared."

Then, while the two people talking in front of him were stunned, he raised his finger:

"Furthermore, I can guarantee that almost all of the songs will not only be premiered on your show, but also possess considerable creativity and potential to become masterpieces. Their artistic value is very high."

The radio host and the second host, who were stunned by what they said, could not help but look at each other:

"How tall is it?"

"As high as the third or fourth floor."

"how you said that?"

The first reaction is disbelief.

The two men were not familiar with the man in front of them - there was obviously no such person in the circle of music agents, song producers and even music critics in Tokyo.

Coupled with his youthful appearance, the relevant experience becomes questionable.

It looks like a young man who is not afraid of tigers and is bragging recklessly.

After much deliberation, the director decided to use his own musical accomplishments to verify whether the young agent in front of him was exaggerating:

"This episode of our program focuses on the vertical content we've always been proud of. As a music station primarily based on car radio, we plan to do a special on jazz and folk music."

Then, a lot of intimidating professional terms came out of his mouth, such as "Western jazz", "Irish folk songs", "local traditional folk songs", "modern jazz" and so on.

Then, he straightened his cap, straightened his face, and lowered his voice:

"Originally, I only planned to give you time for the folk music series... Confidence is a good thing, but sometimes, to get more, you need to be strong yourself!"