The Whole Entertainment Circle is Waiting For My C-Debut

C10: Wealthy and Low-key

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At this moment, Mr. Wen, the house manager, was engrossed in studying the rules for voting on his laptop. He needed to compile the most efficient voting plan and share it with the fans in the group, making sure that not a single vote went to waste.

Beside him, Mr. Xie, the patriarch, was sitting in an old rocking chair, deeply immersed in listening to vintage semiconductors. He swayed his head slightly to the rhythm, lost in the music. On a small table beside the rocking chair, there was a 12.9-inch iPad Pro, a stark contrast to the antique furniture. The iPad was playing a clip from the current hit talent show "Idol Rising" showcasing the first-round performance song selection and grouping.

Ding dong.

A notification popped up on the iPad, but Mr. Xie didn't move. Mr. Wen picked up the tablet and glanced at it.

"Master, it's from the head of NA Entertainment."

Mr. Xie gave a nonchalant "Hmm": "What did he say?"

"He seems to have misunderstood your age and is worried that you might be scolded by your family for being a fan."

Mr. Xie's QQ account was managed by Mr. Wen, and to demonstrate the image-sharing feature, Mr. Wen had casually shared a few pictures of young Master Xie from his student days. It seemed that the agent from NA Entertainment had misunderstood. But Mr. Xie obviously didn't want to explain, and Mr. Wen, of course, wouldn't be nosy.

After all, Mr. Xie's only requirement for this matter was one thing: keep it low-key and don't cause trouble for the other party.

How to be a low-key yet wealthy fan was a subject that Mr. Wen had been studying recently.

Xie Ji Zhang chuckled and shook his head. "It's rare to find such a straightforward person in this circle. Tell the young man not to worry. The only person in the world who used to scold this old man has long passed away."

Saying that, Xie Ji Zhang glanced in the direction of the ancestral hall. From here, he could vaguely see the entrance door but not the portraits inside.

Xie Ji Zhang was not originally surnamed Xie. He had lost his parents at a young age and ended up on the streets. It was the kind-hearted Second Uncle Xie Nan Sheng who had taken him in, adopted him, and changed his surname, giving him a family. Xie Ji Zhang had a strong and independent personality. Despite his humble origins, he worked harder and was more diligent than any other member of the Xie family's younger generation.

Xie Nan Sheng, who had never married or had children, chose him as the successor to this branch, and he married and had children, ensuring the continuation of the Xie family...

Unfortunately, neither his son nor his grandson had the talent or interest for this profession. In this era, traditional culture was fading, and young people weren't interested in it. Thus, the Nanking Opera troupe had died out in his generation.

Even if "she" returned, things would never be the same.

"Master, I've always been curious. How did you determine that Miss Shen Qi was... the one, based on just one song?"

Xie Ji Zhang smiled but didn't answer. Instead, his gaze fell on an old box placed on the pear wood table. In fact, he believed that even without those lyrics, he would have recognized her sooner or later. He wasn't the only one—anyone who was still alive could recognize her.

She had always been high-profile and never hid herself. Free-spirited and unrestrained, she had lived her life with envy-inducing freedom. If analyzed closely, his rebellious spirit was somewhat inspired by imitating her during his youth.