In the next few days, Su Yun was relatively quiet and did not make any new songs.
However, it did not delay Su Yun from earning money.
All four songs had been downloaded for a fee, and they earned millions every day.
Of course, this number would gradually decrease as time passed.
Tian Yun had also set up the company, named "Cold Wave Culture Co., Ltd.", and the legal person was Su Yun himself.
At the same time, under Su Yun's instructions, they split the shares.
Su Yun held 80% of the company's total shares, Tian Yun was the general manager and held 10% of the shares, while Lang Fei and Dongkun each held 5%
As for Lang Fei and Dong Kun's positions, Tian Yun had also decided on them.
Lang Fei was in charge of controlling the fishing vessel. To put it bluntly, it was to let Lang Fei develop as many marketing accounts as possible and gather some water army.
Don't underestimate this. Many times, a superstar would have a huge troll army behind them.
As for Dong Kun, he was in charge of Su Yun's daily affairs and safety.
Although Su Yun did not seem to need it now, as his reputation grew, these two things were of utmost importance.
As for the company's address, he hadn't had the time to choose it.
On Thursday afternoon, Su Yun, Tian Yun, Lang Fei, and Dong Kun boarded the plane to Shengjing.
Su Yun was going to participate in the live broadcast of the Poetry Conference at Shengjing TV Station tomorrow.
Su Yun bought four first-class tickets.
He had no choice. He had money.
Each one was only worth more than 3,000 yuan. He had to experience the bad habit of rich people who didn't treat their money as money.
Two hours later, the plane landed at Shengjing International Airport.
Lang Fei was quite dissatisfied that he didn't arrive two minutes earlier than the economy class, saying that it didn't reflect the dignity of the first class.
Of course, after being despised by Su Yun and the other two, this fellow also stopped.
Before coming, Su Yun had already booked a five-star hotel next to Shengjing TV Station.
They had booked a large suite and were staying together. Good brothers should be neat and tidy. It was not right to sleep in separate rooms.
However, just as he arrived at the hotel to check in, Su Yun received a call from Wang Xin, asking him to go over and explain some matters regarding the recording of the show.
Su Yun called a taxi and arrived at the address Wang Xin gave her.
It was an old alley in Shengjing. At the end of the alley was Wang Xin's residence.
Yes, this thing couldn't be described as a house. It had to be described as a house.
It was a standard courtyard.
As soon as he entered, he felt the old Shengjing style blowing against his face.
The courtyard was clean. There were a few old trees planted, and a few plots of land were dug up to grow some seasonal vegetables.
It looked lush and vigorous.
"Little brat Su Yun, come, this way." Su Yun had just entered when she heard Wang Xin's shout.
Looking in the direction of the voice, the old man was in the study room facing the sun.
He was wearing presbyopic glasses and holding a brush in his hand. He was probably writing.
Su Yun smiled as she walked forward and glanced at the Xuan paper on the table.
On the paper was the poem he had written at the Ning City University Poetry Competition," Rising in the Morning in the Painting Hall of Qingping Music ".
Wang Xin's handwriting was very good and looked very upright.
"Look, it's not bad!" Wang Xin asked.
"It's good."
"I really don't know how your brain works to be able to compose such a poem. It should be a celestial being who was drunk and crushed the white clouds…"
Wang Xin sighed and clicked his tongue.
Su Yun shrugged her shoulders. How could I write such a wild poem? It was all written by Old Li.
I'll just…mm, borrow it.
"Stay for a meal later. I can tell you some of the rules of the show.”
"Alright." Su Yun did not decline.
……
The next evening, Su Yun entered Shengjing TV Station.
This was Su Yun's first time participating in a television program, and it was a live broadcast.
To be honest, it would be a lie if he wasn't nervous.
Especially when he entered Shengjing TV Station, he suddenly had the urge to go to the toilet.
But in the end, Su Yun held back and followed the staff into the backstage of the recording hall.
As soon as she reached backstage, she was surrounded by onlookers.
A dozen young ladies rushed forward and surrounded Su Yun.
They were all staff members of Shengjing TV Station and Su Yun's fans.
"Little Brother Su Yun!"
"Wow, it's really Su Yun. He's so handsome.”
"Su Yun, you sing so well! Every time I hear it, my clothes get wet."
"Su Yun, can we take a photo together?"
Su Yun also smiled and greeted each girl, signing autographs and taking photos with them.
"Actors nowadays, ha!" At this moment, a cold snort was heard.
Not far away from Su Yun, a middle-aged man sat in front of the makeup mirror. His expression was calm, but his words were unfriendly.
Su Yun glanced at the middle-aged man and raised her eyebrows.
Because he was going to participate in the Poetry Competition, he had specially watched this program two days ago.
He remembered this middle-aged man too.
His name was Yu Changfeng, and he had successfully guarded the arena twice. As long as he could successfully guard the arena again this time, he would be able to enter the annual finals.
However, according to the few episodes he had watched, although Yu Changfeng's poetry level was not bad, he was self-righteous.
He often looked down on this and looked down on that.
Su Yun shrugged and ignored him.
Anyway, after today, you will be eliminated. That's why you are so confident.
"An actress will always be an actress. Since ancient times, they have only been there to amuse others.”Yu Changfeng mocked again.
Su Yun narrowed her eyes.
"Teacher Yu is right." Someone chimed in from the side.
Su Yun turned her head. Whoa, who was I then? It was Yi Yu.
Looking at how confident you are, it seems that your grandfather has given you a lot of questions.
"So it's Student Yi Yu. You lost to me in the ancient poetry competition last time. Why? Are you not convinced?”Su Yun asked with a smile.
Yi Yu's face darkened.
As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit people in the face. Why are you like this?
"Last time, who knows what despicable methods you used to obtain a few poems. You just won by luck.”Yi Yu snorted.
Su Yun did not say anything else. You can say whatever you want. It will be a live broadcast later.
Just watch.
The music entered the stage and the host appeared.
The host was Sha Beining, the famous mouth of Shengjing TV Station. He was in his forties, with bright eyes and looked very energetic.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the 'Poetry Conclave'! I'm your host!"
Then, a huge round of applause came from outside.
Every issue of the Poetry Competition would invite 500 public judges.
The quality of a poem not only needed to be approved by the judges, but it also needed to be liked by the public.
Of course, there were more than 500 people in the venue. There were also some ordinary spectators.
Ordinary viewers did not have the right to vote.
For example, Lang Fei and the others were just ordinary spectators.
He could cheer for Su Yunjia, but it would not affect the outcome of the match.
"Now, let us first invite the three judges.”
"They are Ning Qu, a professor from the Qingbei Language Department.
"Ji Feiyu of the Poetry Association."
"And the great poet, Queenie Song."
Applause sounded again.
At the same time, Ning Qu, Ji Feiyu, and Queenie entered and sat on the judges 'seats.
"Next, let's welcome our contestant!”Sha Beining's hosting was very stable.
Soon, the contestants entered the arena one by one.
The first to enter were the three defenders.
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