Even if it is produced by Yunteng, platform investment will be a big problem.

Unless it is Yunteng that has products to promote.

Generally, they rarely bear all the risks themselves, and the timeliness of variety shows is too limited, and once it is pressed in the hand, it is a net loss.

It's very helpless, artists who don't have traffic, once they put on certain labels, there is basically no possibility of turning over.

All the artists who have been selected by "After the Banquet" will face such a dilemma.

The most troublesome thing is the fledgling Mantianxing Entertainment.

Although it seems that the vested interests are not obvious, there are only a few entertainment companies in the ring.

In one-third of the world, half of the country is Shao Yanxing.

The remaining half of the country naturally doesn't want the Yunteng system to rise, and then the remaining half of the wall is in the bag.

After all, when it comes to capital, Yunteng's arms are thicker than their waists.

If Wen Yabao is half of the country, she will also stumble on the starry sky of the Yunteng system.

Once the sky is full of stars, it is the original plate that is eaten.

There are so many dishes, and anyone who stretches out chopsticks will be beaten.

These things that even she could think of, Xie Rongyan and Long Lin should have expected them a long time ago.

If Talking about Horch hadn't been involved in the casting of "After the Banquet", his life experience would not have been exposed so quickly.

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In a depressed mood, Wen Yabao hugged the pipa and practiced fingering on the terrace.

Grandpa Lu brought the old music score, she casually turned to a page and was silent, her fingers plucked the strings, but the timbre flowing out was obscure and ugly.

It's not a tune, and this old score is really boring and chicken.

Wen Yabao played it multiplierically, and it was like a novice who had learned to see wood.

It's too ugly!

It's a double torture of the mind and the heart.

What a strange score.

Wen Yabao is struggling with the score that catches her attention.

Fu Shiye appeared on the terrace next door, holding a stack of newspapers in his hand, "What you wanted, Uncle Tang knocked on the door and you didn't answer, he asked me to hand it over on my behalf." ”

The car climbed over the guardrail of the partition with ease.

"What are you playing? Xiao Yun stuffed noise-canceling headphones downstairs and shouted for help. ”

Fu Shiye also heard Wen Yabao's intermittent playing for the first time, and the lethality was a bit great.

It sounds like a little rusty in your hands.

But Wen Yabao's basic skills are very solid, and it is not like this kind of mistake will occur.

"Is it really that ugly?" Wen Yabao sighed, "I just got the score, I thought it was some kind of fairy music!" ”

"It's fine." Fu Shiye put the newspaper on the table.

His eyes fell on the lemon tart on the table, and he only took a small bite, "Doesn't the dim sum in the kitchen taste your taste?" ”

"The wine says that the lemon tart you make is the most delicious, and since there is a pearl in front, it is naturally not a good match for others to make." Wen Yabao completely gave up and continued to wrestle with the old score.

Holding the pipa, she got up and went back to the room to put the pipa back in the shockproof box.

Turning back to the terrace, Fu Shiye was holding the lemon tart on the table, scooping a spoon and tasting it.

It's sour and sweet, it's the taste he likes.

The taste is acceptable.

Fu Shiye couldn't taste anything wrong at all, so he had to sincerely ask for advice, "What's wrong with the taste?" ”

"Not every girl likes sweets, the sweet and sour taste is okay, or both tastes are too domineering, but they seem too sweet, or the sweetness of pulling the throat."

It's so strong that it can't be dissolved, and it's not a taste that Wen Yabao likes.

"Do you like light?"

"Slightly sweet, slightly sour, I like everything that is not fat."