In a luxury townhouse on the South Fifth Ring Road in Yanjing, Wei Kun and his family were having dinner happily.

Wei Kun was in a good mood and praised the stewed chicken with mushrooms made by the maid and shredded pork. However, when Yanjing Satellite TV broadcast a news broadcast, his face changed.

"Kunkun, what's wrong?" Mother Zhang Yanli noticed his strangeness.

Wei Kun sighed: "It's okay, an opponent has also participated in the national competition. I thought I could beat him this time."

Song Xiuyan, the Yangyin teacher who taught Wei Kun's Pipa, formed a team to participate in the national competition and invited him to sign up together. This is largely due to the face of Wei Kun's parents. He made a lot of money as a teacher at that time. Later, Wei Kun became a teacher, and he didn't want to lose his connections.

As the saying goes, famous teachers produce great disciples, and bring their most powerful disciples out to show off, it will be easier for Song Xiuyan to make money in the future.

In this team, Wei Kun is a substitute and cannot be the protagonist during the ensemble. Even so, a large group of people in Huaqing admire him and think he is very powerful.

He just walked out of the shadow of a campus competition defeat today, but Liang Kun was in the news again at night.

People will die, and goods will be thrown away.

Wei Kun participated in the competition, and without the media mentioning him a word, his master could not attract reporters.

Folk music performers are just famous in a small circle. Not many people know this circle unless they are strong enough to go to CCTV or Spring Festival Gala. There are only a handful of people who can reach this level of folk music, and it is very good to go to local Spring Festival Gala.

Liang Kun is an exception. Before participating in a large-scale performance, there was an interview with reporters. How big is the difference in fame between the two?

Zhang Yanli comforted and said, "Is this student very powerful? Even if he participates in the competition, can he be better than your team? Didn't Song Xiuyan say that he has found a very powerful flute player? He is confident that he will definitely enter the finals and the target finals."

Wei Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You don't understand. Liang Kun from Yanda is a genius. He has his own original songs and is of high quality. If he forms a team with him, those three teachers are lucky. They are likely to enter the finals when they play original songs. Moreover, Liang Kun is definitely the main force. With the same results, he must have received much higher evaluation than me."

He felt that if this continues, Liang Kun would be thrown away so that he could not see his back. Huaqing and Yan University's outstanding students were inevitably pulled out to compare. He is afraid that he will be talked about in the past two years and become the green leaves that set off Liang Kun.

He doesn't want to be a green leaf, but what does he compare with Liang Kun?

He lost his personal ability, and he won with the most money, but most of his money was given by his parents, not by his own ability. Although he made some money by writing books and playing music, Liang Kun’s book was best-selling, and he was no match for making money.

Father Wei Jiahua asked with a smile: "You failed once, why are you so stimulated like this? You were not so fragile before."

"Twice, Dad, you didn't read the news carefully. The news just now said his best-selling thing. Compared with the "Sorry, I Love You" he wrote, my book is simply unworthy of being called, alas..."

Wei Kun was almost lost confidence when he was hit. He also bought a book called "Sorry, I Love You". After reading it, he felt very cold. His book was not bad because of average sales. He knew very well that he was a clumsy imitation on the market, including "Sanched Door" and two other romance books, and did not have his own style.

Zhang Yanli swallowed a mouthful of soup and said strangely: "I'm sorry I love you" was written by the child just now? I didn't pay attention to the news. There are many people in the company discussing this book. The female employees seem to like it very much. I'll take a look at it later."

"Mom, do you know that you are sprinkling salt on my wound?" Wei Kun was stunned with a piece of chicken.

Wei Jiahua smiled and said, "You should have suffered some setbacks long ago. Your competitive personality is likely to suffer losses when you go to society. Then you will find that there are more people who are better than you. Just like doing business, our family is not the leader in our peers. What should you do? Try to be the boss of the industry? Next, the richest man in China? Even if you succeed, you will be at the bottom of the world's richest man."

"I just don't want to be worse than Liang Kun, because he is two years younger than me and comes from a poor family." Wei Kun sighed.

"You have to relax your mind, just like Zhou Yu is actually very powerful. He was so angry that Zhuge Liang was so angry that he was so cute that he was so angry?" Wei Jiahua, as a boss, had seen strong storms and thought that his son was only concerned about small things.

When talking about Zhou Yu, Wei Kun became even more depressed. He found that he couldn't express his feelings by speaking out his feelings. He couldn't say, "Since you give birth to Kun, why give birth to Kun?"

In fact, he was not angry with Liang Kun, but he just felt that he was not good enough and he was a little twisted inside.

That night, many media from various teams reported that Liang Kun was about to participate in the Chinese TV Folk Music Competition. Recently, students who are comparing him with writers such as Han Han and Pizi Cai will have another topic next Monday.

The newly emerging "jelly" immediately called their friends and rushed to tell each other. People who hate Liang Kun became a little depressed. How could this make people feel bad?

When media reported on Thursday that Liang Kun won the championship of the Yanjing University Instrumental Music Competition, some people who didn't like him said it was nothing special, and some remarks questioning him appeared on the Internet.

"It's just a small competition that students participated in. He was still a non-professional group. What's there to brag about?"

"He obviously participated in the competition for publicity and attracted public attention. He was shameless to sell more books. The media reported that he was also because of the popularity he brought. I don't believe that he could compare with professionals when playing national instruments."

However, no one said that Liang Kun copied the plagiarism or asked for a ghostwriter. His writing in class was confirmed by Yan University.

Just two days later, the people who blasted Liang Kun were slapped in the face. This folk music competition has been promoted for a long time, and it is not something that ordinary people can participate in when they hear the name. There are probably not many students who specialize in music.

Other young writers can only compare to Liang Kun's writing books and comprehensive abilities, and no one can beat such a versatile person.

Xu Shichun also saw the news and immediately called Liang Kun. "Is the news true or false? The judges of our competition were willing to use your original song to compete?"

"Really, they are more optimistic about my song than my skills." Liang Kun said lightly.

"Then do you have to go to Yangyin often next time? Just like being an exchange student?" Xu Shichun was very envious. She really hoped that the person who had such a chance was herself.

"No, I go there to practice on weekends, and I am usually in our school. It's impossible for me to stop attending classes for this competition. I will ask for leave when I need to go out."

Xu Shichun raised her eyebrows, and didn't know how to evaluate it. Liang Kun was about to participate in a folk music competition of this level, but he was still as joking as a ticket.

In fact, she felt that it didn't matter if Liang Kun didn't go to school. Whether it was written or national musical instruments, it was not taught by Yan University.

Xu Shichun believes that Liang Kun should study music carefully. If he has good results in this competition, he will have qualifications and will be able to join a big orchestra in the future. He plays music and can write if he takes time, so he will not delay.

Although he is still far from those well-known performers now, with his speed of progress, he may reach an amazing level in one or two years.

"Hey? Why don't you talk anymore?" Liang Kun asked.

"I'm depressed, why can't I encounter such a good thing? No, even if I have the opportunity to participate, I'm probably going to be a drag. I won't tell you anymore, my family will ask me to have a meal... Goodbye if I die."

"Goodbye." Liang Kun hung up the phone.

Xu Shichun's strength is really not good, so even though the team only has four people, Liang Kun never thought of recommending her. She participated in campus competitions, and was probably at a medium level compared to professional students. Her strength in participating in national competitions is not enough. This can't be compensated by her appearance in ancient costumes.

This time, Xu Shichun was not simply jealous, and was a little happy for Liang Kun. After that period of training, she lived a very fulfilling life and truly regarded Liang Kun as a friend. Among the opposite sex she knew, she only talked more to Liang Kun.

"Why don't you ask the beautiful lady Xu to come out for dinner together?" Sun Rui asked.

"No need to ask, she will definitely not come out at home at this time." Liang Kun said with a smile.

Today, five friends had a dinner together. Liang Shuang, Constantine and Xu Zhenzhen were also there. After hearing about Liang Kun's incident, the friends immediately suggested that he invite him to celebrate.

This time they came to eat authentic Yanjing roast duck, not Quanjude. Yanjing people basically know that going to eat Quanjude is equivalent to paying "IQ tax". The century-old store sells signatures. The roast duck they make is average, but the price is extremely expensive, and the service fee is also charged.

It is logical that the service fee is charged, and it is often 10%-15%. You should be a better attitude towards customers, right? But Quanjude's attitude is arrogant, which makes consumers feel angry. It is not yet the peak of Quanjude, and it is only outrageous after it is launched. It is directly expensive and unpalatable, and tourists from other places are unwilling to come.

Xu Zhenzhen introduced a small shop in an alley, which tasted very good. The boss would chop the duck rack and fried crispy, sprinkle it with cumin, chili powder, and salt, which tasted very good.

Liang Shuang knew about the national competition, so of course Liang Kun would not hide it from his parents and sent them a text message to tell them about the situation. If there is a live broadcast, they will definitely notify them to watch it.

Wang Xiuying replied: "You don't need to notify us then, and your neighbors will also notify us. We have been interviewed several times and Quancheng has already received news. You can have a good meal in Yanjing and don't save money."

Liang Kun instructed: "You two should not save money in Quancheng. Eat more and spend all the money you have. After spending, I will call you to get some cards. Our family will soon get rich. It's okay to quit your job and go out to play. Buy new clothes and go out for a casual look."

"Don't worry, we eat very well. In the morning, fried dough sticks, tofu brain, white Ji steamed buns, and braised pork ribs are often made."

They are used to being frugal, and they are satisfied with having meat to eat and cooking at home. As for buying new clothes? They won’t buy one a year unless they are during the Chinese New Year...
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