Rebirth: Super Banking System-Chapter 1532 - 1375: Little Dream (Please Subscribe!)

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Tang Qing was finally caught up by Qin Shiqi and the others who had been trailing along.

"Paintings."

"With your level, why bother looking at theirs?"

"You can’t say that. Traditional Chinese painting has a thousand years of heritage with numerous factions and many talented artists. Everyone has their strengths; we must not look down upon the talent of others," Tang Qing said with a faint smile.

Qin Shiqi pouted.

"I don’t believe anyone could be better than you."

After seeing how excellent and versatile Tang Qing was, those boys in the class began to seem extremely childish by comparison. Consequently, regarding those adolescents with budding interests, wanting to pursue her,

She had only one response for them.

Get out.

Please turn right and don’t look back.

"Hehe."

Being pushed to the forefront, there was nothing more Tang Qing could say.

...

Continuing on,

they kept shopping, buying, buying. Unlike standard merchandise, many things here were hand-crafted with care. The craftsmanship might not be top-notch, but the unique features certainly captured people’s hearts.

People coming and going.

A bustling scene indeed.

Not far into their walk,

they gradually heard an ethereal singing voice. Tang Qing approached behind a crowd and looked up to see an attractive woman performing, backed by a few of her companions.

All female.

"If I had never met you,"

"Where would I be right now,"

"How would my days be,"

"And would my life..."

"..."

A song by Teresa Teng, "I Only Care About You."

An old song.

Yet Tang Qing listened quietly to the end.

It must be said.

It was pleasant to the ear.

The fact that they could perform here, even just for one day, indicated that their skill was recognized by the amusement park. Perhaps not top-tier, but at least above-standard; it wouldn’t be too far off.

After all,

the amusement park had a responsibility towards its visitors.

If one were utterly tone-deaf, though the pursuit of a music dream is noble, disturbing the public would not be so great, right?

"Good."

"So beautiful to listen to."

"Miss, another song, please."

"..."

The audience reacted very enthusiastically.

"Thank you, everyone. Next, I will bring you a song I wrote myself called ’Willing,’" the performer Luo Qinqin said with a smile as bright as flowers. She loved to write and sing songs.

But this industry,

is incredibly hard for newcomers to stand out.

No,

it’s extremely difficult.

The circle is just that small.

The older generation inside the circle generally has little interest in promoting newcomers, and entertainment companies are even more inclined to allocate resources to already famous singers. It’s incredibly hard for new generation singers to break through.

Thus,

many musicians have to turn to performing in bars, busking on streets, or becoming music teachers and so on. After graduating from the Music Academy, Luo Qinqin and several like-minded peers formed a band.

Unfortunately,

it was hard to make ends meet.

And unwilling to perform in various entertainment venues for safety concerns, they could only accept regular performances. However, these kinds of performances weren’t frequent, and gradually, their band couldn’t keep going.

Disbanding.

They could accept that.

But they had one regret.

That they had never performed in front of an audience of over a thousand people, to let more people hear their songs.

Just as their band was counting down to its disbandment,

they heard that Qingyan City could provide a stage for showcasing their talents, that the amusement park held a large concert every week, open to everyone for free. Wasn’t this an opportunity?

So,

they came.

Not seeking fame,

just wanting to fulfill a small dream.

Upon arriving here,

the amusement park first rated their band, and due to their strong abilities, they received a high evaluation. As a result, the next day, the amusement park arranged a half-day performance slot for them.

Not singing for free.

Paid by headcount.

A payment of three hundred per person.

If someone offers support, the amusement park doesn’t take a single cent. That afternoon, they received a great response, earning over a thousand yuan in performance fees and several hundred in rewards, which made them ecstatic.

They performed in residence twice.

And they got tickets to the concert.

Five days later.

They fulfilled their dreams at the second gymnasium in Qingyan City.

A venue of ten thousand people.

She shone like a celebrity.

The best musical instruments, the best sound effects.

With the addition of Comet Video’s live broadcast, it wasn’t just ten thousand viewers. That time, they cried, and even if the band disbanded the next day, they had no regrets, since they were in the top three in the audience’s live voting.

Therefore, they gained the qualification for the next concert.

Just like that.

With their above-standard skills.

They have participated in five consecutive concerts.

Their fame and income began to improve slowly, and the top three audience votes for each concert earned them a spot for three days in the following week.

However.

According to the rules.

They could only participate in six concerts at most.

The time was just two days away.

And today.

It was the last day of the residency they won from the fifth concert. Once the concert was over, they had to leave, as the principle here is to give one opportunity, not to allow someone to occupy the position indefinitely.

In this regard.

They were already very content.

Moreover.

They had found their way forward—live streaming. With the dawn of the 4G era and the popularization of smartphones, they felt this was an opportunity, a chance to sing freely.

...

Minutes later.

Tang Qing finished listening to Luo Qinqin’s original song.

He nodded quietly.

Not bad.

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Even if it’s not very famous.

Even if not many people like it.

As the song ended.

’Clap clap clap’

Lively applause rose from the audience once again.

Although it was somewhat crowded and noisy, the surrounding businesses were not upset because these residents could potentially be converted into customers. It was a win-win situation.

At this moment.

Quite a few customers put money into the little box at the front.

Various amounts.

Generous donations of ten or twenty yuan.

Lesser ones of one yuan or fifty cents.

"Thank you, thank you, everyone," Luo Qinqin said with a sweet smile.

No matter the amount.

It was support for her, more joyful than the money itself, "Today is the last day here, I wonder if there’s any song you would like to hear, and if I know it, I’ll sing."

Upon hearing this.

The audience felt a bit disappointed.

It was so pleasant to listen to.

And yet it was the last day.

"Hair Like Snow"

"A Dream Behind A Curtain"

"A Thousand Years Waiting for This Moment"

"Myth"

"Calabash Brothers"

"Hahaha..."

Tang Qing laughed too.

Calabash Brothers.

You really have a sense of humor.

"Then, I’ll sing ’A Thousand Years Waiting for This Moment’ for you," Luo Qinqin chose a song that she also liked very much, and soon, the familiar accompaniment resonated throughout the small room.

The ethereal voice.

Left the audience endlessly reminiscing.

Tang Qing slipped his hand into his pocket, and the next moment, a small stack of red notes appeared, which he had the Fighter deposit into the box. His hands were so quick and skillful like an old thief that no one saw how much money was put in.

That was all he could do to help.

Dreams.

Are actually a luxury, he built this Cultural Amusement Park simply to provide some people a chance to showcase themselves, to give these people a tiny dream, nothing more.

Anything else.

He was helpless to do.

Because there were more than just hundreds or thousands of such people, turning everybody into a singer was clearly not realistic.