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Chapter 619 - 268: An Unreal Open Conspiracy

Chapter 619: Chapter 268: An Unreal Open Conspiracy

Pei Shuyu’s most distinctive feature when dancing is her figure; in a few years on Douyin, not even one frame would be publishable.

It’s not that she intentionally makes it provocative, but she really can’t help it.

Electric Light Wave Fist, you can only dodge, not take the hit, get it?

Su Huai only watched for a moment and was completely drawn in.

Then suddenly, Gu exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Pei is really... extravagant."

The choice of words was very neutral; she probably didn’t know how to better express her amazement.

In comparison, Langlang was very straightforward, "Yu in person is even more extravagant, absolutely unbelievable, when I saw her at the company, my eyes nearly popped out like copper bells!"

Her tone carried a very obvious envy.

Gu Jiuyue wasn’t envious, just surprised and curious, "Isn’t she tired? In that situation, I think even sitting up straight is tiring, yet she can still dance, and with so much energy, that’s impressive... no wonder so many people like her."

"Wouldn’t be that tiring, right?"

Langlang expressed uncertainty, guessing, "Isn’t that all just fat? If you gain a couple of pounds of fat on your arm, it doesn’t really feel like anything, right?"

Feeling speechless, Gu glanced quietly at Langlang’s chest, feeling that she truly asked the wrong person.

This girl probably has never experienced what it’s like to move forward with a weight...

Hearing their chat, Gou Huai couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

That’s when things went south.

Hearing his laughter, Gu felt as if she had found a more suitable person to discuss with and immediately turned around, her eyes bright and piercing.

"Susu, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" Su Huai widened his eyes in disbelief, "You’re asking me about this kind of stuff?"

"Just small talk!"

Gu Jiuyue justified firmly, "She’s both your senior and your employee, you must understand better than us, just say what you think!"

Hey, you make it sound so simple.

Su Huai scratched his head in distress, spread his hands and played dumb, "I’m not a girl, how would I know? Why don’t you just ask Langlang later? She is going to spend money on Pei anyway."

Gou Huai’s best skill was passing the buck.

Langlang felt this suggestion was quite good, showing an eager readiness, "Boss, when should I tip?"

"Wait until she finishes dancing, she won’t see it if you do it now."

Gou Huai lowered his head again, avoiding any more eye contact with Gu, and smoothly changed the subject, "By the way, what level are you at now?"

"Vassal King!"

Su Huai nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, you’ve been leveling up quite fast... enjoying it?"

"Not really, my hand keeps trembling..."

Langlang pursed her lips, still looking quite nervous.

Gu Jiuyue’s attention was completely diverted as she hugged and consoled her, "Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’ll get used to it after tipping a few times, it’s just over a million."

The conversation made Langlang even more bewildered.

Su Huai, to ensure his complete safety, took the topic even further away by asking Gu proactively, "What about you? After watching for so long, have you seen any streamers you like?"

"There’s a little girl who’s okay, a bit clumsy, but you can tell she’s trying."

As Gu Jiuyue reminisced, she curled her lip.

"As for the rest... I really dislike the male streamers, too noisy, and the female streamers even more vulgar. Your industry is too... too entertainment-based."

She paused in the middle, probably not saying everything she intended, but Su Huai understood what she was trying to convey.

"Then there’s no helping it."

Su Huai shrugged his shoulders, speaking with a particularly neutral and casual tone, sharing his personal views with her.

"It’s like that all around the world; the more professional and serious the program, the fewer people watch it. The more kitsch and entertainment aimed at the lower common denominator, the more economically beneficial it is.

That’s because human spiritual needs are like a pyramid model, the closer to the top, the more ’highbrow’ and less popular, so no conventional business model would target the top, as success is much more likely the further down you go..."

Out of the blue, Langlang interjected, "Doesn’t Langlang make money?"

Su Huai paused, smiling, "His main business isn’t considered money-making; his concert and record earnings amount to maybe twenty or thirty million a year. His main income is from cashing in on his fame, and you should know, he’s among the top three pianists internationally."

Later on, with the global economy unstable, Langlang and his wife ended up doing dozens of variety shows a year, showing just how low the world’s top, most elite art form "classical piano concerts" had really fallen.

"Wow!"

Langlang stuck out her tongue, just simply marveling, really not taking much to heart.

But Gu Jiuyue was different; after careful consideration, she formally responded to Su Huai’s opinion.

"Your attitude towards business is practical and correct, and I felt that too. I’m an odd one out. The faux-intellectuals I scorn, and the truly artistic are too sensitive and fragile, talking to them only leads to a lot of negative emotions.

So, I find it hard to belong in any group.

In fact, the world has always been simple, everyone has spiritual needs, but the level of those needs comes from individual intelligence, knowledge, understanding, artistic perceptiveness and other innate qualities, which together constitute what we call aesthetic taste.

The vast majority of people’s aesthetic tastes cannot be strongly satisfied by classical piano, operatic music, or advanced mathematics, so the simpler and more stimulating the form of entertainment, the greater the attraction it offers..."

Taking the conversation to this level, Su Huai had successfully steered the topic away from potential disaster to the realm of the soul.

However, a new problem arose: he now had to cheer Gu up again.

To the average guy, this would be the moment of panic, but he had a way.

"So, when making friends, we must accurately separate three things—taste, interests, and wealth."