I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

“I'm sorry, Wen He… We didn't know before, so we advised you to forgive them…”

“Yeah, if we had known they were like this, there's no way we would have helped them set up a meeting with you.”

“Sigh, they look decent enough, how could they do such outrageous things? It's really hateful, makes my teeth itch with anger.”

“I really didn't expect there to be such disgusting parents in the world…”

On the way to the new location.

The crew of the show also apologized for their foolish behavior just now.

This was the first time they realized what it meant to say…

—There's something hateful about every pitiful person.

Before knowing the truth, seeing Wen He's parents kneeling, crying, and kowtowing, they really felt their hearts clench.

But after watching the things Cheng Yudie released, they realized…

They had been morally blackmailed by Wen He's parents from the start.

Using that tear-jerking sob story, they pulled everyone onto the same boat to put pressure on Wen He.

Fortunately, their director was experienced and not so easily fooled, and instead asked Wen He for the reason.

“It's okay, don't worry, I don't blame you. You were also victims of manipulation.” Wen He smiled faintly.

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Seeing his gentle smile and empathetic understanding…

Everyone's hearts were warmed.

Sure enough, this was the Wen He they had imagined.

Only someone like him could sing those heart-stirring songs.

After this…

They found a new, larger restaurant nearby to eat and discuss the collaboration.

In the end, with the help of Cheng Yudie, both parties agreed on a suitable price.

Fifteen million!

This was Wen He's fee for participating in 'Tomorrow's Idol' as a special guest.

The fact that they offered this price was enough to show that their program team couldn't just use the word 'importance' to describe Wen He anymore.

They were almost completely betting all the chips of 'Tomorrow's Idol' on him.

15 million!

What kind of concept is this?

The fee for a first-tier celebrity to film a variety show is usually around 3 million.

The price for a super first-tier celebrity can reach 5-8 million.

When Zhou Jielun participated in the fourth season of 'The Voice of China,' he greatly increased the ratings of the show, and his fee reached 10 million.

And 'Tomorrow's Idol' directly bet 15 million on Wen He!

The reason, of course, was because the director's keen sense realized that Wen He might bring their show to an unprecedented peak!

Moreover, what Wen He had to do was very simple, no need to comment, no need to create any program effects.

He just needed to go on stage and sing under the spotlight.

Whether he sang his previous songs or new songs, it was all fine.

The director gave Wen He a lot of power.

He also believed that Wen He would definitely bring him a considerable surprise.

Of course.

Such a big matter is currently only a rough plan.

Wen He also made it clear that it could be finalized after the lawsuit was over.

“Looking forward to our pleasant cooperation.” The director shook hands with Wen He.

“Okay.”

After both parties reached a preliminary consensus, the discussion about cooperation came to an end.

Wen He looked at the time and then remembered something.

“I'd like to treat the driver who always drove the last bus I took after work to a barbecue. Do you want to come along?” he said.

“I won't go. The court hearing is in a few days, and I have to go back and sort out the information again.” Gao Chongting refused.

“Is that the bus driver who was scammed out of a barbecue when he was at his worst?” Cheng Yudie asked.

“How do you know?”

“Have you forgotten? You've been wearing the miniature tracking device I gave you before.”

“Oh yeah, I really forgot about that.” He scratched his head.

“Then I won't go either. It's good for you men to chat.”

Cheng Yudie also felt that she couldn't always follow Wen He around, and that he should have some space of his own.

After they both confirmed that they wouldn't go, Wen He saw that it was getting late and didn't say anything more, but took a taxi directly to the bus stop.

21:50.

Wen He boarded the familiar last bus.

As soon as he opened the car door, Wen He and the bus driver looked at each other, then smiled at each other.

“You look much better.” He was very gratified.

“Yeah, I met some really good people, they all gave me a hand, and now I'm out of the sea of ​​suffering.” Wen He said happily.

“Really? That's great.” The driver sincerely felt happy for Wen He.

“Yes.”

In order not to disturb him from concentrating on driving, Wen He stopped talking.

Until the bus reached the familiar terminal station…

“Brother, do you want to eat skewers today? My treat.” Wen He invited.

“That sounds good, let's go, same place.” The driver didn't refuse.

Then the two of them came to the familiar barbecue stall together.

The skewers they ordered were the same as last time, half spicy and half not spicy.

They chatted openly with each other about some things that had happened recently while eating skewers.

As a bus driver, he often heard all kinds of outrageous and interesting gossip, and Wen He listened with great interest.

While talking, the driver's craving for cigarettes came on, and he got up and said, “I'll get one, you eat first.”

“Okay.” Wen He responded.

After the time of a cigarette, the driver returned to his seat.

“What does it feel like to smoke?” He was a little curious.

“Do you want to learn?” The driver smiled.

“No, I just think, why do so many people like this choking and smoky thing?”

“Like it?” He slowly picked up the lighter on the table and said, “Actually, when I was your age, I also hated people who smoked, but after being in society for a long time, I slowly changed.”

“Is it because smoking can relieve stress?” Wen He asked.

“I guess so, it allows my brain to be briefly empty.”

“Cigarettes can allow us to quickly adjust our state and return any emotions to calm.”

“Of course, most of the time it's because these are negative emotions that we need to use cigarettes.”

“If everyone was happy every day, who would smoke that thing.”

“The same goes for wine. It's bitter and hard to drink, it burns the throat, and drinking too much can cause dizziness and nausea.”

“But wine can numb the nerves, allowing people to temporarily forget the unhappiness in life.”

Speaking of which, the driver paused and looked at the middle-aged people around them.

Some were balding, and some had large beer bellies.

They all had beer bottles piled up at their feet, and they smoked one cigarette after another.

“Sigh…”

“If we could, who would want to live life like this.”

“In this life, most of the time there's nothing we can do.”

“Everyone slowly becomes the kind of greasy middle-aged man they used to hate the most.”