As soon as Xu Lin joined the group, soone imdiately piped up.
"Congratulations on Mr. Xu’s arrival!"
"Mr. Xu, share a photo!"
"Newcor here, old rules, send a red envelope first!"
"Yeah, send a red envelope, and also share a photo, Mr. Xu!"
Xu Lin glanced and thought, no need to look at the photo or red envelope.
The group was full of celebrities with status, the red envelope was just a joke.
So Xu Lin ignored it, sa with the photo.
He looked at the group, filled with real nas, like Jay Chou, Tao Zhe, G.E.M., and others.
There were a total of thirteen people.
It seed like only those with real talent could join.
Xu Lin greeted first, "Glad to et everyone!"
"Mr. Xu, you’re the hottest topic recently, share a photo so everyone can get to know you."
"Yeah, at least half of the entertainnt world is curious about what Mr. Xu looks like!"
Everyone in the group spoke up, but not all, because only six were online.
Xu Lin pondered, what if you people leaked my photo?
And we’re not even familiar.
Xu Lin simply changed the topic, "Anyone in the group want to write songs? Of course, prices can be discussed, and I can tailor them based on each of your styles. I’m skilled in multiple genres and styles."
"Mr. Xu, can you write a song for ?"
G.E.M. @s him.
Xu Lin: "Of course, your voice is characterized by a high range and strong explosive power, you’re adept at using strong mixes and subtle transitions to create enough tension, while also employing low and mid-tones to create sufficient narrative depth, I can customize a song based on your voice characteristics."
"Oh wow, Mr. Xu, do you really understand my style?" G.E.M. exclaid.
"I’ve been listening to your music since elentary school, after all."
G.E.M.: ...
G.E.M.: "No way? You listened to my songs in elentary school?"
"Haha..."
Behind, several people laughed.
Jay Chou: "Mr. Xu was born in 2007, we are all old-tirs here."
"Amazing, 2007, feels like I’m forty-plus and ready for the grave."
"Born in 2007, does that make us, born in the eighties, old-tirs?"
"Damn, I’m from the eighties, ti really waits for no one!"
Everyone was surprised and sentintal.
Actually, Xu Lin said he was eighteen, which didn’t feel that much to everyone.
But saying he was born in 2007, that was different, it suddenly brought out the sense of passing ti.
Before it was the era of those born in the 2000s, but now, those born after 2005 are gradually stepping onto the stage of history, in a few years, it will be the turn of those born after 2010.
Xu Lin: "If anyone needs songs, feel free to contact after New Year, prices will be reasonable, and I can tailor them to each of your styles."
G.E.M.: "Aweso Snapshot.jpg I’ll reach out to you for a custom song by then!"
Jay Chou: "I’m still thinking, might release a new album this year, maybe a song."
Xue Zhiqian: "I have a concert in March, might need a song too."
Several more expressed interest.
However, Xu Lin didn’t take it to heart; such words are easy to say until you visit personally to talk. After all, anyone can say polite phrases.
After chatting with everyone for over ten minutes, Xu Lin then added a few people personally and logged out of his work account.
During the New Year period, in the next few days, Xu Lin doesn’t plan to log into his work account.
At half-past ten, Xu Lin went to help his mom and Rong Xiyi make the bed.
Tonight, Rong Xiyi wasn’t sleeping with him.
Xu Lin’s family house was a single-story building with three floors, each floor had three rooms and a hall.
Xu Lin was on the third floor, his mom was on the second floor, and Rong Xiyi was also on the second floor.
The next day.
New Year’s Eve.
Upon waking up, Xu Lin checked his phone and received a ssage from Ning Yuhuan.
It was a New Year’s Eve blessing.
"Hubby, happy New Year’s Eve!"
"Baby, happy New Year’s Eve!"
Xu Lin originally wanted to say senior, but when he was about to send it, changed it to baby.
Ning Yu: "Shy.jpg"
Xu Lin: "Are you busy today?"
"Very busy, lots to do today!"
"What about you, hubby?"
"Pretty much the sa."
They chatted for a while.
Rong Xiyi ca over to call him for breakfast.
Xu Lin didn’t actually have much to do in the morning, just his mom and Rong Xiyi were sorting paper money to burn for the afternoon’s deity worship, and red paper for various places like the stove.
It’s past ten in the morning.
Ms. Ren rembered sothing and said, "Xu Lin, do you want to set off fireworks tonight? If so, you could go buy so now while the town market is still open."
"Yes!"
Rong Xiyi responded most eagerly, "I want to see fireworks!"
Xu Lin also felt that New Year lacked aning without fireworks, and since the city couldn’t set them off, in the countryside, it was free.
"Then I’ll go buy so later."
"Xu Lin, I want to go with you!"
"Then change your shoes, and we’ll go out."
"Okay, okay."
After Rong Xiyi finished getting ready, she went with Xu Lin to the town market.
Xu Lin drove the electric scooter, and on New Year’s Eve morning, the market was still open, with many people visiting, a four-wheeled vehicle probably wouldn’t make it into town.
"Which type of fireworks do you want?"
Soon, they arrived at a firework shop at the market, with all kinds of fireworks on display.
Xu Lin and the others picked several large fireworks, spending over two thousand total.
Ti quickly passed to shortly after one in the afternoon.
The old man brought back two large roosters and a duck, one rooster was for tonight, the other for the second morning of the new year.
As for the duck, it was to be dealt with tonight too.
"Are both the chicken and the duck to be slaughtered tonight?"
Xu Lin curiously asked.
The old man: "Correct."
Xu Lin suddenly realized.
A few minutes later, father and son worked together to slaughter one rooster and one duck and let them bleed out.
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