Chapter 82: Chapter 79: Thereâs Nothing Wrong _1
Translator: 549690339
The following days proceeded as they usually did.
Lin Yuan went back and forth between his classroom and the art society, maintaining his rhythm of teaching sketching to two people each day.
What he didnât notice was.
Recently, Zhong Yu was constantly whispering to other society members, seemingly conspiring about his so-called major news.
Of course.
Even if Lin Yuan had noticed, he wouldnât have cared anyway.
After teaching sketching for so many days, Lin Yuan began to consider whether he should also teach the more common gouache and watercolors, to expand his customer base.
However, knowing that he was already overwhelmed with teaching sketching every day, he temporarily gave up on the idea.
Heâd take it slow.
After all, he had plenty of time in the future.
He planned to teach all kinds of painting in the future, including the hardest â traditional Chinese painting. The Masterâs blessings were his teaching confidence.
Furthermore, the system also mentioned that.
The more people he taught, the better the effect of the Masterâs blessing would be.
Once the effect of the Masterâs blessing reached a certain level, Lin Yuan would have no choice but to raise his prices.
Raising prices rightfully and confidently.
That was Lin Yuanâs biggest motivation for teaching.
If it comes to money, Lin Yuanâs favorite day of the month has to be the fifth.
Every fifth day of the month was a good day.
The fifth of April was such a great day.
Because on this day, he would receive a huge transfer of funds on his salary card!
HoweverâŚ
This time, Lin Yuan was pleasantly surprised when he received the transfer message from the bank!
Because he realized that his song royalties, after deducting a certain amount of tax, surprisingly exceeded six hundred thousand yuan this month.
In fact, Lin Yuanâs song royalties had been increasing almost every month, because he now had four songs working together to make him money.
The more songs, the more money he made!
With the addition of last monthâs âKing of the Netâ sales share, the extra income Lin Yuan made from teaching in the art society, and the franchise invitation fees from Tribe Literature short storiesâŚ
When all projects were added up, his total income for the past month exceeded three million yuan!
This was the first time that Lin Yuan had earned this much money. At one moment he even wanted to properly customize some works with the system to help him make more money.
But after careful consideration, he decided there was no need to rush.
He would seek the systemâs help when he urgently needed certain works. Itâs too bad the company never assigned him any orders.
âTop-up.â
Lin Yuan did not like this word.
If someone had told him before that one day he would top up to achieve a goal, Lin Yuan would surely have thought they were joking.
As the saying goes: You canât change your fate without topping up.
But Lin Yuan found out that if he wanted to change his fate, he really had to top up. Otherwise, what would he use to gain prestige value?
Starlight Entertainment.
Tenth Floor Composition Department.
The composers were engrossed in their work.
At this moment, a man in a black coat appeared at the entrance.
One of the composer department members saw this man at the door, suddenly stood up and stammered,
âPreâŚPredecessorâŚâ
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Wu Yong, who was beside him, followed the direction of his colleagueâs gaze, his eyes suddenly widened, and blurted out: âFather Yang is at the company!â
This sentence exploded throughout the entire Composition Department on the tenth floor.
Everyone stood up, either admiring or looking shocked at the expressionless man in the black coat:
âPredecessor!â
âHello, predecessor!â
âLong time no see, predecessor!â
Greetings sounded one after another.
The man in the black coat nodded and asked, âWhereâs 01ⲠZhou?â
Even the gold-medal composers wouldnât dare to directly refer to the manager as 01ⲠZhou, but this man in a black coat called him so naturally, and no one in the entire composition department thought it was inappropriate.
Because this man was the only Maestro of the Composition Department on the tenth floor, Yang Zhongming!
Wu Yong hurriedly said, âPlease wait a moment, predecessor. Iâll call and inform the manager now.â
âNo need.â
Yang Zhongming spoke, then walked toward the window.
However, when he reached the table by the window, Yang Zhongmingâs brow creased slightly, his expression seemed full of confusion.
This was his desk.
He was one of those people who rarely came to the office.
But even so, this table shouldâve been dust-free and cleaned daily.
Because this was his, Yang Zhongmingâs, spot.
But at this moment, the desk was surprisingly piled up with quite a few books.
Such as âComplete Theoretical Collection of Composition.â
And âSimple Explanation of Chords.â
And âOnly Three Steps Needed to Get Started with Composition.â
Just having these books in the Composition Department of Starlight was strangely incongruous, hence, Yang Zhongming stood in front of the desk for a long time.
âThis is bad!â
Seeing Yang Zhongming standing in front of Lin Yuanâs desk, Wu Yong felt his heart flutter.
Other people in the Composition Department also came to their senses, their faces showed worry and nervous sweat formed on their palms.
This position originally belonged to Father Yang.
But due to the fact that Father Yang rarely came to the company, 01ⲠZhou assigned this position to Lin Yuan.
Back then, many people felt that was inappropriate, thinking what would happen if Father Yang found out?
And now, many peopleâs concerns have finally become a reality; it seems like Father Yang is already getting mad.
âHere.â
Yang Zhongming pointed his chin at his own position, his tone devoid of emotion: âWho sits here?â
Father Yang was really mad!
Even if Father Yang didnât show it, everyone could feel it, and the surroundings became suddenly silent with no one daring to respond.
âShall I ask for the second time?â
Yang Zhongming sweep his gaze over everyone.
Wu Yong, who was closest to Lin Yuan in the department, swallowed hard, bracing himself and said, âLin⌠Lin YuanâŚâ
âWhoâs Lin Yuan?â
Yang Zhongmingâs eyes narrowed slightly.
Wu Yong explained bitterly, âFather Yang, itâs not his fault. Heâs a newcomer who doesnât realize that this is your spot. This was arranged by our managerâŚâ âRight!â
The other colleagues couldnât help but side with Wu Yong, not wanting Lin
Yuan to suffer unjustly: âIt was arranged by our manager.â
âXian Yu didnât know the situation.â
âXian Yu thought this spot was unoccupied.â
There was no other way, only the manager could handle Maestro.
Yang Zhongming looked out of the window, musing: âXian Yu?â
Wu Yongâs face became even more bitter, âXian Yu is Lin Yuan. Please donât blame him, Father Yang. Heâs just a college student and has just started working for our company. Heâs not aware of a lot of thingsâŚâ
Yang Zhongming didnât say anything.
Nobody else dared to say anything. Although they wanted to defend Lin Yuan, not everyone could withstand the fury of the Maestro.
Lin Yuan has to take care of himself at this point.
However, just when everyone thought that Yang Zhongming was about to explode in fury, the Maestro nodded and casually laughed, saying:
âThen thereâs no problem.â
Finished speaking, Maestro Yang Zhongming turned around and left, leaving behind the bewildered composers.
It was as if a storm disappeared before it had even started.
ps: Lately, there have been a lot of foreshadowing, and the plot has been quite flat. The climax should be coming in a few days. As for the update issue, I will try my best to write more from September on..
Follđw current novels on fre(e)wđbnovel