Chapter 225 Dad is Coming
Brother Qiang finished singing the song "Passing By" by himself.
With the help of Mr. Wei, Brother Qiang loves his wife even more.
There was thunderous applause from the audience, and Wei Jie naturally would not be stingy and also gave his applause.
Snap, snap, snap.
In a light, leisurely, and gentle manner, he slowly patted his left hand on his left leg three times with his right hand, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Brother Qiang sang particularly hard and he sang particularly happily.
Soon, Brother Qiang's hard work and the way he always looked at his wife made her feel disgusted.
Then Brother Qiang's singing became sincere .
Wei Jie didn't do anything, at least not now. He just listened to the song quietly.
The musicians and drummers behind him always had rhythmic singing, which allowed Brother Qiang, who was in a bad mood, to release his stress through singing.
Singing conveys the voice of you and me.
Wei Jie's expression was indifferent. Whether it was Zhang Zhiqiang on the stage or the next contestant, in Wei Jie's view, they were all things that could be used.
These people have a cold appearance, but they lack the faith that only strong people have.
Compared to strong people with firm wills like Zhang Xiaoshan, Xu Zhaorui and Fan Hongyu, thugs like Zhang Zhiqiang are just a bunch of weak- willed trash.
Those who actually do bad things do so out of fear. They do not agree with their own behavior and will whitewash it if they get the chance.
People like Zhang Xiaoshan, Xu Zhaorui and Fan Hongyu, even though they are rich and powerful, do not change their original intentions.
Fan Hongyu was looked down upon by Zhang Zhiqiang and considered trash by everyone in the prison.
But in Wei Jie's eyes, Fan Hongyu is the real gold!
Wei Jie, who is full of evil intentions, cannot deal with this strong man with a heart as hard as iron for the time being. His current level is not high enough and he needs to level up.
People always have value that others do not have.
Even people like Zhang Zhiqiang can shine and give warmth in Wei Jie's hands! !
In Wei Jie's eyes and hands, they were just matches.
Just rub them on the ground with one hand and they will start to burn.
A burning match definitely cannot melt real gold, but aren’t there fourteen matches in front of you?
"Okay, thank you Zhang Zhiqiang for the wonderful performance. Now we will draw a lucky contestant to be the second singer and give us a wonderful performance."
Mr. Wei’s smile gradually became gentler.
Zhang Zhiqiang glanced at his wife, but his wife didn't even look at him.
Because he knew that he was in prison, Zhang Zhiqiang didn't dare to ask for too much. It was enough for his wife to come this time. What he said just now was probably... angry words...
Zhang Zhiqiang couldn't talk to his wife who was so far away, so he returned to his seat reluctantly.
The contestants around him praised Brother Qiang.
At this time, Fan Hongyu, the protagonist, was not a good friend of Brother Qiang. When others congratulated Brother Qiang and praised him, he just sat quietly aside, looking a little nervous.
There's no way. I've been receiving education in prison these days. Whenever the instructors and police officers mention a lucky audience, it's 100% certain to be him.
Fan Hongyu was a little skeptical that all his luck in the lottery had been used up in this inexplicable place.
His luck has been so good recently that Fan Hongyu was a little depressed. If he had gone out to gamble at this time, he would have made a fortune!
It’s just singing, and Fan Hongyu feels that he will definitely be chosen this time.
However, the thing standing...sitting on this unpredictable stage of fate is...a devil!
Some people know how terrifying Wei is, while others will slowly find out!
"Today is Tuesday, and it's the 3rd, so the second person in the third row should go on stage."
Wei Jie looked at the audience with a friendly smile and turned his gaze to the lucky contestant.
Fan Hongyu was startled and looked over quickly, only to find that the lucky contestant this time was not him.
Who is it?
Of course it was Manager Li who beat Fan Hongyu!
Life is always full of surprises. Wei Jie chose the person who is the worst at singing in the dormitory.
Manager Li was very surprised, but the grown man did not get stage fright. He slowly stood up and walked towards the stage.
At this time, Manager Li did not realize the seriousness of the problem.
Manager Li quickly stood on the stage. He looked very calm in his prison uniform, just like Zhang Zhiqiang who had just appeared on the stage, both of them were men who looked cold on the outside.
Wei Jie was not a talkative person, so he said, "Let's start by singing 'Father'."
Manager Li, like everyone else, had gone through rehearsals. In order to satisfy President Wei and achieve the best performance effect, they had listened to the songs for a long time.
For example, the song "Father" that Manager Li is about to sing is something he has listened to thousands of times since he went to prison.
Even after listening to it thousands of times, Manager Li still couldn't memorize the lyrics. He had no interest in singing.
So Wei Jie sent some warmth and, in the form of a task, worked with the jailer to make these people memorize the lyrics.
If it is a task, it is naturally very simple and there are not many words in total.
"Always asking for things from you but never saying thank you."
"It wasn't until I grew up that I realized how hard it was for you."
Although the musicians invited by Wei Jie were very talented, and the music and harmony were also very good, Manager Li had no soul in singing.
Wei Jie's singing had no soul, he was just singing blindly, but Wei Jie liked to listen to others singing songs with soul.
The plum blossoms bloom in the bitter cold. Without going through the hardships, they cannot sing soulful songs!
Only if you can sing songs with soul can you become a qualified little matchstick!
Wei Jie needs firepower, but Manager Li’s current firepower is not strong enough to provide Fan Hongyu with a strong and hot roast continuously.
So the firepower was upgraded, turning all the small matches into burnt black coal balls.
"Let time go slower, don't let you grow old anymore, I'd like to give you everything to make you live longer."
Li Ge's singing has no emotion at all, and it is completely perfunctory.
Not only Wei Jie, but even the cellmates below felt bored with this attitude.
Wei Jie slowly raised his hand where Brother Li couldn't see.
Machine, start!
Wei Jie pressed the remote control in his pocket with his other hand.
As for why he raised his hand, it is not clear.
What’s important is not this. What’s important is that at the big screen at the back behind the musicians, the screens on both sides are slowly moving towards the sides.
This is fucking automatic !
Because of the sound of a machine behind him, Brother Li turned around curiously.
The moment he turned around, he lost.
I saw the musicians behind me slowly moving to both sides while playing, leaving the middle space.
Brother Li’s body shook again and again!
What did Brother Li see?
He saw his dad!
In front of me, I saw an old man wearing simple and rustic clothes, holding a microphone in his hand, walking slowly on the red carpet.
Old Li looked at his son with tears in his eyes.
"Son!"
High-definition, lossless, ultra-high-quality sound.
Everyone around heard it, including Wei Jie.
Manager Li's fingers were trembling and his face turned red.
This scene reminded him of one day when he was in junior high school, when his mother came to the classroom door and put a bowl of rice with fried eggs with leeks on his table while others were eating their boxed lunches, in front of the gaze of his classmates and teachers.
He clenched his hands and wanted to hit someone.
Who invited his father here...
Manager Li was so angry that he wanted to beat to death the grandson who came up with this sinister idea! ! !
I want to kill someone ahhhhhh!!
