Chapter 260: Making Money, It’s Business, Nothing To Be Ashamed Of
As soon as Wang Heng left the exam room, he took out his mobile phone and called Ye Xun.
After the young girl on the other end of the phone picked up, he said solemnly: “Thank you. There were two points you told me about yesterday that really hit today’s listening test.”
Ye Xun couldn’t help but say in surprise: “What a coincidence?”
Wang Heng: “It can’t really be called a coincidence. After all, in two hours, you covered so much…”
“Haha, then Senior is pretty impressive too,” Ye Xun laughed, “I told you so much, and you actually remembered it all.”
Wang Heng: “Doesn’t that make you even more impressive?”
“I’ve had private tutoring since I was little…” At this point, Ye Xun suddenly sighed, “But now I don’t have it anymore. I can’t even go out to play during summer vacation.”
Wang Heng: “Why not?”
Ye Xun: “Because I can’t afford a train ticket. Well, it’s not that I can’t afford it, but spending money on travel gives me a sense of guilt.”
Wang Heng laughed: “How about I treat you? Want to go play a round in Magic City?”
Ye Xun fell silent. Unable to see her expression, there was no way to know her reaction at the moment. Surprise? Hesitation?
A moment later, the young girl seemed very calm as she asked: “Why go to Magic City? Is Senior going there for travel during summer vacation?”
Wang Heng explained: “Mainly because Pei Ningle received an invitation to the music festival and has to perform there. Han Yixuan and I will go along with her. The organizer reimburses round-trip airplane tickets and accommodation, and besides the singer herself, there are three reimbursement quotas for accompanying assistants, which is just right with you added.”
On the phone came Ye Xun’s slight sigh.
Then the young girl asked again: “When exactly? Soon?”
Wang Heng: “We’ll set off in three days.”
Ye Xun seemed to think it over, then finally agreed: “Sure, no problem for me.”
“Then that’s settled. You can start preparing. I’ll pick you up at the subway station on the morning three days from now…”
After the arrangement was settled, Wang Heng hung up the phone. Turning around, he saw his three roommates, with Fu Hanwen standing right behind him, staring straight at him.
Wang Heng couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous, secretly reflecting—had his tone just now been too gentle again?
However, the next moment, Fu Hanwen said: “Teacher Wang, I feel like my English might need tutoring too…”
Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief: “Sorry, I’m powerless on that one.”
Fu Hanwen: “Then can you introduce me to some good-looking foreign teachers?”
“When looking for foreign teachers, you start with good-looking ones? Your motives are already crooked.”
Just after complaining, Wang Heng felt his mobile phone vibrate. Looking down, he saw a WeChat message from Han Yixuan:
【Urgent matter to discuss. Xiao Le and I are both at the apartment. Are you free today?】
Wang Heng thought for a moment and replied with two words: 【Wait a bit.】
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When he arrived at Pei Ningle’s home, Wang Heng saw that private message from Wangyu Music.
【Hello, very sorry to disturb you so boldly. I’m the admin of one of your fan groups. Our group has nearly two thousand people and is almost full. Since you’re performing in Magic City recently, we’ve been discussing whether to try contacting the official side to communicate about support methods. But since you’re an independent musician, Miss Pei, I can only bother you directly. Of course, if it’s inconvenient for you to communicate, that’s fine too. We just feel it might be a bit intrusive at the time, so it’s best to give you a heads-up in advance…】
“Might be a bit intrusive?” Seeing this, Wang Heng suddenly felt puzzled. “Support is support—how could it be intrusive?”
Pei Ningle’s little face flushed red, and she looked down without speaking.
Han Yixuan, holding back a laugh, said: “I’ve already joined that fan group. Indeed, over nineteen hundred members—very impressive. I probed around, and the members seem to all be girls. In the group, they call Xiao Le ‘wife’.”
“Wife?” Wang Heng was stunned.
Han Yixuan nodded, calmly agreeing.
Wang Heng looked at her, pretending not to understand the young girl’s thoughts at all.
So Han Yixuan could only continue explaining: “At the music festival in a few days, they want to shout ‘wife’ when Xiao Le goes on stage, but they’re worried the person involved might not like it, so they want to communicate first.”
“Playing this at the music festival,” Wang Heng analyzed calmly, “too few people and it won’t carry. The group only has two thousand, scattered all over the country. How many of them will be at the music festival?”
Han Yixuan: “Dozens in the group are already in Magic City and have bought tickets. Many others, though not in Magic City, are free and say they’ve already gotten tickets.”
Wang Heng: “Many—specifically how many?”
Han Yixuan shook her head slightly: “Hard to tally in the Q group, but those signing up for support filled a long screen in the chat records. Everyone seems very enthusiastic and proactive.”
At this point, Pei Ningle finally lifted her little face, cheeks puffed up, and said indignantly: “I’m not their wife! And isn’t it weird to be called ‘wife’ by a bunch of girls?”
Han Yixuan teased: “What if a bunch of boys called you ‘wife’?”
Pei Ningle imagined the scene and shuddered, shaking her head vigorously: “No no, no way! Either way, it’s too weird.”
Han Yixuan: “Gross? Lots of stars interact with fans like that. Like, I heard Xiang Zhiluo and his female fans call each other husband and wife—perfectly normal, right?”
Wang Heng said quietly: “To be honest, that thing with Xiang Zhiluo… I think it’s actually a bit off.”
Han Yixuan turned to Wang Heng and asked: “You think it’s off too? If a bunch of girls shouted ‘husband’ at you, would you find it gross?”
Gross, or enjoyable?
Wang Heng of course had experience with this kind of thing, so he answered seriously: “First, I don’t want to be a star, so that situation’s impossible. Second, I wouldn’t find it gross, but I wouldn’t be happy either—just bored. Because I know everyone’s just calling out for fun.”
Han Yixuan nodded, patted Pei Ningle’s shoulder, and laughed: “This kind of thing is just entertainment, but for you, it’s a great way to rally fans. So I think if they want to shout it, just let them.”
Pei Ningle twisted her hands together, hesitated for a while, still unable to let it go. She looked at Wang Heng and asked for help: “What do you think? Do you think it’s okay to let a bunch of girls call me ‘wife’?”
Wang Heng thought for a moment and said: “If it’s only girls shouting, I think it’s fine. Probably boys wouldn’t dare shout it on the spot anyway?”
Han Yixuan quickly persuaded: “Female fans are way more passionate than male fans, and yuri fans are the most loyal among them—this is the best kind of fan group. I’ve been doing fan market research lately, for real!”
Seeing Han Yixuan’s serious, professional, and responsible attitude, Wang Heng said nothing more. For Pei Ningle’s matters, it was best to have Han Yixuan handle them—as long as nothing unexpected happened, why stir things up?
Pei Ningle furrowed her brows, pouted her little mouth, still hesitating a bit.
Han Yixuan persuaded: “You’re a pro at songwriting, but leave fan group operations to others—don’t dampen their enthusiasm. They’re your bread and butter, after all.”
Pei Ningle sighed: “Just for the money?”
Han Yixuan: “This is your career!”
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