Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 110: Pushing a duck onto a perch

The atmosphere between the two brothers as they walked out of the noodle shop was not harmonious. Mei Yiliang walked in front without saying a word, the cigarette in his mouth flickering as it went out and then lit again, making him seem somewhat uncertain.

It was already past nine in the evening, and even though it was the provincial capital, there were not many people on the street at this hour. Under the dim street lamps, the silhouettes of the two brothers walking in front of and behind each other were stretched out long, but they never overlapped.

Mei Yiliang stopped under a street lamp, ignoring the fact that his brother Mei Guoping was smiling at him. 'When are you going to set up a renovation team?'

His normally low voice seemed to have become extremely cold in the cold winter night.

'What are you talking about, Fourth Brother? When did I say I wanted to set up a renovation team?' Mei Guoping clarified.

'Isn't this a bit too hasty?' Mei Yiliang ignored what his second brother had said, staring at him as if he were asking him a question, but it was as if he was answering himself.

'You're thinking too much, Fourth Brother. I just want your sister-in-law to have something to do when she comes to the province. Besides, it won't affect my brothers.' Mei Guoping knew what his younger brother meant and defended his actions. But looking at his younger brother's clear black and white eyes, Mei Guoping felt a little flustered. His eyes unconsciously flinched and he looked away.

On the way home from closing the store, the joy of just learning that revenue had exceeded 1,000 yuan for the first time seemed to have vanished. Mei Qiuping was also unusually depressed, and Feng Yuxuan tried several times to talk to her, but she ignored her.

Deep down, she really had no secrets from her brothers, whom she had helped raise with their parents. She had originally thought that once the business here stabilized, she would help Guosheng and his family open a store as well. Now, among her sisters, his family was the only one that simply farmed in the countryside, and they had the hardest time.

As for the second and third oldest brothers, they would also open stores in the future, and that was fine.

But she never expected that her own shop would be open for less than a week when her second son mentioned that no matter how much he thought about it, he still found it boring.

......

Feng Yiping is feeling a little bored again.

There are less than two weeks until New Year's Day, and he doesn't know which school leader suddenly had a brainwave and decided that there would be a New Year's Eve party this year.

After the notice was issued, the cultural and artistic committee members of each class became busy, and Zhang Qiuling was the first to approach Feng Yiping.

'Why me?' Feng Yiping looked puzzled. 'If you want to come to me, you should go to Wen Hong first!'

Wen Hong, who had been frowning at the back of the room, had a little smile on her face when she heard Feng Yiping's words.

Zhang Qiuling didn't know if she had always thought this way or if she was just very quick-witted, but she said, 'Wen Hong doesn't need to be asked, she definitely has to be in the show, and among the boys, you have to take the lead.'

Wen Hong was of course happy to hear this, and turned her head to watch them argue with a smile.

My little sister is so clever, and even after all the provocation I've done, she still can't get me out of trouble.

'Among the boys, if anyone is going to take the lead, it's Zhou Liwei. For such a group activity, how can it be justified if he's not at the front? I won't agree to it. Let's go, I'll help you find him.'

Feng Yiping tried to stand up, but a pair of plump hands pressed him back down into his seat. He looked back and saw it was the unprincipled guy Xiao Zhijie. When he did something like this, he actually shamelessly smiled at Feng Yiping. Bad choice of friends!

I despise you!

'Let's talk about you first,' Zhang Qiuling said with a smile, as if to say, 'I have your little scheme in the palm of my hand, so don't even think about escaping.'

'Everyone in the school knows who you are, the famous writer Zhang Da. At a time like this, of course you have to go up on stage and make our monitor look good,' Zhang Qiuling said.

'Heroine, look at me. I'm not good-looking, and I can't sing. To go on stage in an occasion like this, not to mention making us look good, it would be a disgrace if I didn't embarrass myself. It would be better if I just clapped from the audience. On stage, it should be people like you and Wen Hong, who are both talented and good-looking, going up there!'

'You Feng Yiping, you dare to make fun of me,' Wen Hong slammed the book in her hands at Feng Yiping, and having watched a lot of period dramas, they also knew that the phrase "talented in both sex and art" was not a good thing to say about a girl.

'Well done,' Zhang Qiuling applauded, 'don't try to get out of it, we all know you're talented in the arts, so this time you have to take the lead and sing a song.'

'Why am I talented in the arts? How come I don't even know?' Feng Yiping asked.

'You've written so many novels, and you still say you're not talented in the arts. What's the big deal about singing a song?' Zhang Qiuling looked at him like he was an idiot.

Really, sister... sister, how is writing novels connected to the arts? Writing novels is one thing, singing is another, they're completely unrelated!

Later, the mother of a clueless pianist said about a well-known film and television actress, 'My son is into high art, how could she, an actress, be his match?'

So Feng Yiping arrogantly said to Zhang Qiuling, 'Writing novels is writing novels, singing is singing, please don't equate them, okay!'

'Don't talk about that, I'll just set you up, sing a song!' Zhang Qiuling impatiently interrupted him.

'You're forcing a duck onto a perch, you're forcing someone to do something against their will!'

But Feng Yiping's protests were useless. The other person had the backing of the vice-principal's father and the homeroom teacher, and they completely ignored him.

It can be seen that being too outstanding is not necessarily a good thing. Whenever there is a problem, people think of him.

'Then I can't do it alone, I need to get someone else,' Feng Yiping looked behind him at Xiao Zhijie and asked Zhang Qiuling for help. If you want to see my good show, then I'll drag you down with me!

'No problem, as long as you go on stage, just let me know who else is going to be there.' Zhang Qiuling was quite happy now that she had settled him, and then she had also settled Wen Hong, either a song or a dance.

Then she took her notebook and went to find the others, and Xiao Zhijie shamelessly followed behind her as her lackey.

This was a trivial matter, but Feng Yiping took it seriously.

He didn't want to be as insensitive as the young man who sang 'Sailor' at the Youth Day party held by the township last year. With his current mentality, if he stood on the stage and was ridiculed by a group of teenagers below, he really didn't know where to put his old face.

So after 502 in the evening, he rummaged through the tapes in the drawer for a while, looking several times, but couldn't find anything suitable.

'True Heroes' is actually not bad. It just came out not long ago, and it hasn't been sung by various people in various situations yet. It's also somewhat appropriate for a few children who are about to take the high school entrance exam to sing.

But he immediately dismissed the idea. The male classmates around him were basically in the process of changing their voices, and the second half of the song had quite high notes. The thought of four broken gongs of a voice, gasping for breath on stage, screaming, 'Seize every moment in life,' turning a lyrical inspirational song into raw rock music, was just too beautiful, too tragic.

For the physical and mental health of the teachers and classmates, and for the honour of Grade 2 Class 1, it was better to forget it.

How about going up there and telling a few jokes? That's not reliable either. He usually tells a lot of jokes, but apart from Mr Zhu, most people don't understand them. As a result, they all turn into cold jokes. You can just imagine the embarrassment of being on stage telling jokes and having a good time yourself, while everyone else is looking at you blankly, looking at me, looking at you.

Let's sing a song instead. Wang Jie's 'Prayer' is good, it's beautiful and easy to sing. You don't have to sing in a low voice like Wang Jie, you can sing it in the alto register, which is the only register he can control now. And the song has just been released, so it's also quite suitable for them. Although they can't even master it themselves, they have the world in their hearts and are full of beautiful imagination about everything.

But they need a female singer to sing a duet with, or else they can ask Huang Jingping?