() After the celebration party, the team was disbanded on the spot. Ye Zi said hello to Zhou Fang, picked up his luggage and fled away from the celebration site, and quickly escaped.

Dealing with these officials really made Ye Zi miserable. Regarding the hints of solicitation in and out of their words, whether overt or implicit, Ye Zi pretended to be stupid.

Ye Zi is not stupid.

Ye Zi's heart is reluctant to get close to the officials, which is a matter of attitude. It is better for those who engage in art to stay away from officialdom. The current Ye Zi has a certain use value, so these officials are a little interested in him. The building of spiritual civilization is also part of the political achievements. And when they reach the level of these people, they have some royal subordinates? The literati and artists used are all normal things.

This is also one of the symbols of the identity and face of these people after they reach a certain status.

But for Ye Zi, once he accepts such a woo and clings to these political elites, it is best to pray to them every day and not to be pulled down in the cruel political turmoil. The loss of power of the powerful often means the tragic end of those who cling.

With decades of life experience in his previous life, Ye Zi has seen a lot of such things. The so-called "xxx tax evasion" and so on, isn't it precisely because of this that it has made a lot of noise and storms in the city? The owner of the incident had no choice but to go to the country in disgrace and remain incognito in another country for several years before he was able to return again.

People are back, and when they left, their great reputation, lofty status in the circle, influence, etc., have long been blown away by the rain and wind, and they will never come back.

This is the inevitable end of clinging to the powerful.

After being reborn, Ye Zi set a principle for himself very early on, never getting too close to officialdom. Of course, there is no need to offend them.

Therefore, Ye Zi was pretending to be stupid and didn't understand at the same time. He put his posture very low again, and his attitude was very good. Seeing people is an honorific title, and when the wine arrives, it is a dry cup, and you will "pour" yourself after three or two clicks.

In this way, even if these officials are a little dissatisfied in their hearts, because of Ye Zi's expression. They don't care too much either. Of course, the matter of co-optation must have been dispelled. If you don't answer a few hints from the leaders, do you still want the leaders to go up to the pole and beg you?

This is the best ending in Ye Zi's ideal, which directly avoids some of the troubles that Ye Zi is about to face and may face in the future.

Not to mention the situation that has been analyzed earlier, even if you take a step back, even if Ye Zi sincerely wants to find a suitable person in power to cling to, but these big leaders present are likely to belong to several different political factions, Ye Zi, who are you good to promise? Or is it better to reject whom?

So Ye Zi simply started from his own heart and ignored everything. He continued to maintain his independent personality as an artist. As for clinging to the powerful, whoever wants to do it, just do it, anyway, Ye Zi doesn't want to do it and disdain it.

Ye Zi's body still has some arrogance of ancient literati. After all, I learned Chinese.

Although Ye Zi also knew very well in his heart that befriending these officials would be very beneficial to his future. If you can get on such a relationship or two, I don't dare to say it anywhere else, at least in this circle of Shencheng pop music scene, Ye Zi will be able to go on a rampage.

But. Ye Zi just didn't want to deal with them too much, and it was enough to be able to maintain a superficial kung fu.

Something really has to happen. He would rather ask Lao Shen, the homeroom teacher in high school, to indirectly borrow the power of these officials than directly mix with a group of sub-politicians.

In Ye Zi's understanding, art is not impossible to borrow the power of the government, but it is directly linked to the government, so it is difficult to maintain the independence of the art itself and the artist itself. can only become a vassal of the government.

Let me ask you, among those artists who have been closely associated with officialdom throughout the ages, which one has a good end in art? A certain person who once wrote such a groundbreaking new poem as "Goddess" shocked the contemporary era, after becoming a small official, he served in the camp for more than 20 years. But there is no achievement in art.

Are there fewer such examples?

This is what Ye Zi is absolutely unwilling! In this life, Ye Zi will be completely obsessed with art itself.

Although the current Ye Zi is far from being a real artist with unique charm and original style, this is the direction that Ye Zi is trying to move forward. At the very least, the prerequisite for becoming a real artist: to have an independent personality as an artist, which Ye Zi can strive to do now.

In order to do this, drawing a clear line with politics and officialdom is what Ye Zi must do.

Some people may say, isn't it okay to be honest with these officials? Is it necessary to dissociate themselves and keep their distance like this? Isn't that stupid?

Stupid?

Maybe.

But how can you be a real artist without a little bit of stupidity?

These thoughts flashed through Ye Zi's mind, and then he was far behind him.

Ye Zi is not worried about his decision today. Achievements in the field of art can always play a decisive role in personal talent and hard work, as well as God-given luck. The support of officials may provide a little convenience in the initial stage, but the cost to the artist of these conveniences is far outweighing.

What is more than worth the loss, how can Ye Zi do it?

Let Ye Zi be a stubborn "fool"!

The car goes fast.

In this era when the number of cars is still very small, in addition to commuting to and from work? During peak hours and in areas of elevated construction, the roads in Shencheng are still very easy to drive at other times and sections. In just twenty minutes, a taxi took Ye Zi from the city center to his doorstep in the coastal area, 30 kilometers away.

When he returned home and put his things in the living room, Ye Zi immediately ran to the yard and shouted loudly.

"Big head! Cui Datou! I am back! ”

"I'm rubbing! You know it's back! With Ye Zi's shouting, Cui Zhengguang's head shook in the window on the third floor, and then, there was a sound of hurried footsteps running down the stairs outside the door, and after a while, Cui Zhengguang rushed in like a fire.

A punch hit Ye Zi's shoulder socket hard, and Cui Zhengguang's other hand stretched straight to Ye Zi's front door, with an urgent expression.

"Where's my stuff?"

"What's that?" Ye Zi deliberately asked, "You didn't ask me to bring you anything when you left." ”

"I'm rubbing! Xiaoyezi, you have gone too far! Cui Zhengguang was angry: "The 200,000 championship prize money has been obtained, shouldn't you buy something for your brother and me to come back?" ”

"Godfather and godmother have gifts, as for you......" Ye Zi pouted: "Nothing!" But there's a fart, do you want it? ”

"Cut! I don't believe it! Cui Zhengguang smiled and urged: "Hurry up and take it out." You don't take it out, do you? If I don't take it out, I'll find it myself. ”

As he spoke, Cui Zhengguang reached out and grabbed the backpack on the sofa. Seeing that his fingers had already touched the backpack, Ye Ziyi reached out and took the backpack again.

"Xiao Yezi, I warn you, hurry up and take out the things to make me happy, otherwise I won't be done with you." Cui Zhengguang stepped forward and snatched it twice, but he couldn't even touch the edge of his backpack, and immediately threatened.

Ye Zi ignored his threat, raised his backpack high above his head, and said with a smile: "If you get it, it's yours, can't you get it...... Haha, then there's nothing. Well, there's still five minutes left to grab the bag. ”

"I'm rubbing! Playing this again? Cui Zhengguang was a little dumbfounded. When he was a child, Ye Zi was a little taller than Cui Zhengguang, and he liked to play with him like this. If the water is not released, it will be impossible for Cui Zhengguang to grab what is in Ye Zi's hand.

"It seems that I don't need a trick, I can't take you today." Cui Zhengguang's eyes rolled wildly, and after muttering a few times, he suddenly ran to the door and shouted upstairs: "Mom, Mom, Xiao Yezi is bullying me again, come down and take a look!" ”

Ye Zi rushed over and closed the door, pointed at Cui Zhengguang's nose and counted "heartbroken": "Cui Datou, Cui Datou, how old do you say you are?" Yes? Do you want to play and grab something, and you still call your parents for help? You're a liar! ”

Cui Zhengguang didn't say a word, and stretched out his hand in front of Ye Zi with a smile. (To be continued.) )