Liu Xingxing's father couldn't believe his ears and asked again in disbelief, "Are you the singer of "Someone Like Me", Lin Yu?"

Lin Yu nodded calmly. He had never thought that he was a star. Being a singer was just a job to make money. Now that Liu Xingxing's father was staring at him with such bright eyes, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Dad Xingxing, don't be so excited, you will scare Daddy Mango." Daddy Yuanbao said jokingly.

"I have to drink water slowly." Liu Xingxing's father picked up the cup and drank a cup of tea in one gulp.

Except for Lin Yu, the other parents looked at each other and smiled.

In fact, when we just listened to Liu Xingxing's father talk about his career, everyone was very envious. He lives in such a nice house and has such a strong family background. It is almost luck, blessing, and wealth.

He is also very humble and polite, and I suddenly felt that he was perfect in the world.

But when Liu Xingxing looked at Lin Yu like a fanboy and expressed his admiration directly in front of Lin Yu, everyone felt that he was just an ordinary person, and the envy just now was even a little small.

The feeling of jealousy was swept away.

"Daddy Mango, ah no, idol, my idol Teacher Lin Yu, can you sign your name for me?" Xingxing's dad took out his leather notebook and raised it in front of Lin Yu with both hands.

Lin Yu quickly took it with both hands politely and wrote his name neatly.

Xingxing's father waved his fist like a child.

He stood up in a swish, hugged the book and ran towards the villa.

"Daughter-in-law, come here quickly and see what this is." Liu Xingxing's father waved to his wife vigorously.

Xingxing’s mother came over and picked up the notebook.

"This is... Lin Yu's autograph? Where did it come from?"

Xingxing's father straightened his back proudly, "Teacher Lin Yu wrote it himself."

"Did parents outside give it to you? Some of them also like Lin Yu, and they also carry Lin Yu's autograph with them." Xingxing's mother looked at the signature carefully again. She was not that obsessed with Lin Yu, but because her husband liked Lin Yu very much.

Rain, so she also likes Lin Yu’s songs.

"Tch, I don't have to ask others for it. Teacher Lin Yu wrote it for me personally, and he wrote it for me alone." Xingxing's father put away the leather notebook like a baby.

Xingxing’s mother was stunned for a moment when her husband said it.

"Written for you?"

"certainly."

"When was it written for you?"

"Just now."

Xingxing’s mother was even more confused.

Xingxing's father laughed heartily, "I still can't believe it until now. If they weren't sitting in our yard, I would have suspected it was a dream."

Xingxing's mother blinked her eyes in confusion, and Xingxing's father continued, "Lin Yu is the parent of our son's kindergarten classmate. You say it's a coincidence or not, a surprise or not, an accident or not."

Xingxing's mother yelled, rushed out of the villa and ran to the yard. She had been playing with her children just now, and Xingxing had already introduced all the classmates.

Among the children who came today, there was only one named Lin.

Lin Mango.

So Lin Yu must be Lin Mango's father.

"Dad Mango, I really didn't expect you to be Teacher Lin Yu, I'm so disrespectful." Xing Xing's mother took the initiative to reach out and shake Lin Yu's hand.

"Don't call me teacher, we are all parents of ordinary children, the same," Lin Yu said embarrassedly.

"Yes, it's the same, we are all child slaves."

The parents laughed.

The night was spent amidst the laughter of the children and the high talk of the adults.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Lin Yu returned home with Little Mango.

...

Early the next morning, Lin Yu sent the little guy to kindergarten. This was the best day of every month.

Pay wages.

Excluding various taxes, the salary card amounted to 980,000 yuan.

Lin Yu already has five songs that make him money, so his salary is getting higher and higher.

The beautiful money should be arriving soon.

This time, Lin Yu was asked to write it by name, so the money was divided according to the contract. Lin Yu could get 40%, and the subsequent copyright fees would be calculated separately, and he could get 20% of the copyright fee.

Therefore, the theme song of "My Neighbor Totoro" has brought considerable income to Lin Yuhui.

However, this amount of money is still far behind Lin Yu's target income.

There's nothing to be happy about.

Lin Yu learned over the past few months that the world is centered on China. Regardless of economic or political status, China is the world's leader. It has a high international status and the corresponding cultural industries are also the world's leaders.

Therefore, China not only pays high attention to film, television and music, but also has many large companies determined to discover talented talents. There are also many publishing houses and literary platforms to give opportunities to people with talents in writing.

Therefore, China holds various literary competitions and activities every year, sponsored by many entrepreneurs, and the prize money is considerable.

There will be a short story competition in another week, and the winning work will receive a creative fund of one million.

The competition has a word limit requirement of less than 10,000 words. If you win, it is equivalent to proving to people that one of your words is worth at least one hundred yuan.

Lin Yu silently saved the competition poster on his computer and could try submitting it under the pen name of Ai Mang.

"You actually turn on your own computer in the company?" Ou Xiaojuan suddenly said from behind Lin Yu.

Lin Yu didn't want people in the company to know that he had another identity, so he turned off the computer.

Ou Xiaojuan curled her lips playfully. She didn't see what Lin Yu was looking at, but she felt that this kid must have done nothing good, because he used to come to the company only to eat in the cafeteria.

Lin Yu's cell phone rang with an unknown number.

There must be no one who has contacted him recently without knowing his number. They couldn't be selling houses again. Since he bought a house from an agency, other agents often call him to sell properties.

Lin Yu just wanted to hang up the phone.

"What? Are you hiding something shameful from me? You must tell me first if you have something to do. I have to be mentally prepared to wipe your ass, otherwise I won't be able to help you with public relations." Ou Xiaojuan smiled slyly.

Lin Yu rolled his eyes and answered the phone.

"Hello, are you Mango Daddy?"

There was a slightly older voice in the receiver.

Except for kindergarten teachers and parents, few people called him and called him Mango Daddy. Lin Yu frowned slightly and said "hmm".

The other party obviously let out an excited cry after hearing Lin Yu's affirmative answer.

"I'm so happy to find you. I am the conductor of the Philharmonic Orchestra of Qintai Concert Hall. My surname is Yan. I found you through the nickname and phone number you registered when you bought the ticket."

Why did the conductor of the Ai Xue Troupe at Qintai Concert Hall look for me?
Chapter completed!