Chapter 37 Life is bitter, but you want it to be sweet
Due to the delay at the Public Security Bureau, Su He was unable to book the same flight as Shen Yuanzhong. At four o'clock in the afternoon, he finally arrived at the Capital International Airport.
Su He didn't have a suitcase, only a large plastic bag containing all his belongings. He walked out of the airport, looked at the distance on the navigation on his mobile phone, and prepared to take the subway.
Just after walking 200 meters, a red Ferrari convertible stopped in front of Su He. In the driver's seat, Bei Leqiao, wearing sunglasses, said to Li Ziting in the passenger seat: "Look, this is the handsome man in your eyes. Do you want to pick up rags on the street with him, dragging plastic bags?"
Li Ziting glanced at Su He and lowered her head.
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
Bei Leqiao raised the corner of his mouth, stepped on the accelerator and ran out, leaving Su He standing there stupidly.
"System, can you bear this? Won't you give me a choice to show off and slap me in the face?"
"Believe it or not, I uninstalled it for you?"
"Oh my! What a coward!"
Su He spat on the ground. No matter how he cursed, the system didn't respond.
"Hey, young man, you are not allowed to spit here. You will be fined 5 yuan." An old lady wearing a red armband walked up to Su He and handed him a fine ticket.
"Auntie, do you know who I am?" Su He asked.
The old lady put her hands on her hips and glared at Su He: "How would I know who you are? No matter who you are, you have to... Hey, don't run... you bastard..."
Su He was sitting on the subway and called Shen Yuanzhong.
"Hey, Uncle Shen, I'm in the capital... I'm on the subway... Is everything ok with you..."
"Su He, we are fine... The doctor gave Yueyue a full body check today and said that her body functions are all good..."
"Uncle Shen, how much does it cost per day?"
"Four or five thousand..."
After hanging up the phone, Su He was silent. According to this expense, he could only stay in the hospital for four months. This was not a plot in a TV drama, this was a cruel reality!
He clenched his fists tightly. This time, he would not let Shen Yue be kicked out of the hospital no matter what. Fifteen thousand a month, he had to find a way to make money!
As a man, what he needed to do was not to accompany Shen Yue in the hospital, but to try his best to make money so that Shen Yue could get the best treatment.
Looking at the various rewards he got from the system, the navigation map, the takeaway order acceptance rate, and the takeaway order-taking assistant, these three could guarantee that he could get the top spot in delivering food. Even if he worked very hard, the highest he could earn a month was only around 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, which was already the limit of his time and physical strength.
Wound suture technique. As an outstanding vocational high school graduate with an excavator operating certificate, he could not even be hired as a veterinarian, let alone apply for a job in a hospital.
As for grappling techniques, maybe he could find a martial arts school and be a coach, but the income would probably be less than what he earns delivering takeout food.
Cooking skills were also excluded, leaving only acting and singing.
As we all know, the entertainment industry is the most profitable place. A random announcement or a movie made by a star can generate wealth that ordinary people cannot accumulate in decades or even lifetimes.
Su He never dreamed that one day he would have such an idea, but for money, as long as it was not illegal, he was willing to do anything.
The appearance and rewards of the system are too random. He can only rely on existing resources and try his best to plan a reasonable plan. After all, his system does not feed the host.
Two kilometers away from the Capital People's Hospital, Su He found a cheap hotel that cost only 65 yuan a day. Then he walked to the hospital and came to Shen Yue's ward.
In the ward, Shen Yuanzhong, a man with white hair, was eating. There were only a few small green vegetables on the bowl of white rice. Renting a house in the capital was too expensive. The old couple rented a one-bedroom apartment , and the monthly rent was 4,800 yuan. If they didn't have too much luggage, they would rather sleep in the hospital corridor.
"Su He?"
Behind him, Xiang Wanrong came over with a basin of hot water.
"Aunt Xiang..." Su He took the basin and said with a smile, "Let me do it!"
Shen Yuanzhong was called out by Xiang Wanrong, leaving Su He alone in the ward.
"Yueyue, we are in the capital... You should get well soon. I have made a plan. We will go to Tiananmen Square first, and then to the Forbidden City..."
Su He stayed in the ward for more than an hour until the nurse came in to apply medicine, and then he left the hospital.
Walking aimlessly on the street, Su He took in the bustling and lively scene of the capital. He walked onto the pedestrian overpass and saw a man with long hair singing with a mobile phone for live streaming next to him.
“When I walk down every street here.
My heart never seems to be at peace.
Except for the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity.
I seemed to hear his bone-eating heartbeat.
..."
The man's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, which gave it a unique flavor. Many people stopped to watch and took out their phones to record the video. Some also took out their phones to scan the QR code under the man's feet and gave him a tip.
After a song was finished, the man sat aside to rest. Su He approached him and asked, "Brother, how much money can you make in a day?"
The man glanced at Su He and said with a smile, "I only sing three songs every night, which is about a hundred yuan... Why, do you want to try it too?"
Su He showed an awkward smile. This was not as good as his job as a food deliveryman. It was said that how much money an internet anchor makes varies from person to person. It is not easy in any industry.
At this time, people kept refreshing the screen on the man’s live broadcast interface.
"Feng bro, that passerby is so handsome, let him sing a few lines."
"Feng brother, Feng brother, please give me the contact information of that little brother..."
"Wow, what a handsome little brother... No, Feng Ge, keep him, I will take a plane to the capital right away..."
The man’s online name is Crazy Brother, and everyone in the live broadcast room calls him Crazy Brother.
Feng Ge glanced at the screen and found that many people were giving gifts. His eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Su He and said, "Brother, my fans asked me to let you sing. Can you sing a song?"
"Forget it, I can't...Besides, I'm hungry. I'm going to eat a bowl of noodles and go back to sleep."
Su He plans to go to a nearby takeout delivery station tomorrow morning to check out. He can't just sit around doing nothing after arriving in the capital, so he'll deliver the takeout first, looking around as he walks.
The screen is still swiping frantically. Feng Ge has both love and hate for it. He currently has only more than 50,000 fans. He is very excited if there are 500 people watching every live broadcast. In a short while, the number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 1,000, and the number is still increasing.
These people were obviously attracted by Su He's good looks. He had already added a beauty filter, and Su He looked even more handsome on the screen than in real life.
"Brother, don't leave yet..." Feng Ge was almost going crazy, and hurriedly grabbed Su He and said, "Just help sing a song... I'll treat you to a meal later... You can also chat with them for a few words..."
Feng Ge was worried that Su He's singing was bad, so he pulled Su He to the camera and said, "Dear fans , I got you the little brother you wanted. He is really handsome. I turned off the beauty filter for you to see..."
There's no need for that... Su He smiled bitterly. She didn't expect Feng Ge to turn off the beauty filter directly. As a result, a dramatic scene appeared on the screen. No one continued to exaggerate how good-looking Su He was. Instead, everyone said in unison: Feng Ge, turn on the beauty filter quickly. I want to vomit.
Feng Ge turned his head and looked at Su He, wondering: "Am I really ugly?"
Su He stared at Feng Ge in surprise and said in a daze: "Have you never looked in a mirror?"
“Actually, I think you’re quite unique…”
Su He said a few words, and the screen went crazy again: Not only is he handsome, he is also so humorous...
Brother Feng grinned as he watched the number of people in the live broadcast room soon break through the 2,000 mark and the income from tips exceed 500 yuan.
With this smile, the screen was instantly filled with wailing and various vomiting expressions.
Su He was also amused by this scene. This was his first live broadcast. It turned out that interacting with strangers on the Internet was quite interesting.
"Crazy brother...why don't you turn on the beauty filter...I'm looking at you and the screen at the same time, it's a double injury..."
Feng Ge didn't expect that Su He was so good at talking. He attracted the fans' attention . Seeing the live broadcast room so active, he was reluctant to turn off the beauty filter.
"Brother... the fans all want to hear you sing, why don't you sing a few lines?" Feng Ge hurriedly changed the subject. No matter whether Su He can sing or not, whether he sings well or badly, he has become popular just by his face.
In just a short while, his account has gained more than a thousand followers. If he releases another video of Su He singing, it will definitely become popular tomorrow.
If the singing is good, people will just make a simple comment. But if it is terrible, that would be a big deal and the comment section would be in an uproar.
It was Su He’s first time to experience live broadcasting. Seeing the enthusiastic calls from netizens on the screen, he happily said, “Okay, I’ll sing a song!”
Su He had no musical talent since he was a child. His singing voice sounded like the quacking of a duck. Over the years, it was difficult for him to open his mouth to sing. After receiving advanced singing skills as a reward from the system, he tried it privately. His singing voice did indeed become better, and he became more confident in front of the screen.
"What song?" asked Feng Ge.
Su He doesn't sing and rarely listens to music, so he said, "It's the song you just sang."
Su He couldn't even remember the lyrics, so he still searched for them on his phone.
Soon, the prelude sounded and Feng Ge handed the microphone to Su He.
“When I walk down every street here.
My heart never seems to be at peace.
Except for the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity.
I seemed to hear his bone-eating heartbeat.
..."
Su He closed his eyes, feeling himself walking aimlessly on the street, his heart was empty, full of confusion about the future, Shen Yue's medical expenses, whether she could wake up, in this bustling city, he gritted his teeth and persisted, moving forward alone, just because there was a light on in the distance...
On the overpass, all the pedestrians stopped their hurried steps. They rushed around in this bustling city every day, but had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery around them. They were helpless in life and wanted to struggle, but fate had a hold on their throats and they couldn't make a sound.
Su He's voice was ethereal, like a lark breaking through a cage and flying freely into the sky. It was lonely and confused in the previous second, and full of hope and firm belief in the next second.
Life is bitter, but you have to make it sweet. Su He's voice penetrated deeply into their hearts, using joy to cover up their tears and move forward.
Crazy Brother was watching Su He silently from the side, it was so fucking infuriating!
It’s already too much that he’s handsome, and he also sings so well... God really put food in Su He’s mouth.
"Thanks!"
After finishing the song, Su He handed the microphone to Feng Ge. This was his first time singing in public and even broadcasting it live, but he felt very comfortable, a feeling he had never felt before.
It turns out that performing a song can also calm your mind.
The audience walked out of Su He's singing and burst into warm applause.
Su He greeted them with a smile and prepared to leave to eat noodles as he was still hungry.
The barrage of comments could no longer be seen on Feng Ge’s phone screen. The number of people in the live broadcast room had exceeded 10,000. Before Feng Ge could be happy, he turned around and saw Su He walking under the overpass.
"What should I do?" Feng Ge was about to cry. He originally just wanted to pull Su He aside to chat with him, how did it turn out like this!
The barrage kept replying: Where is the little brother?
Feng Ge picked up the live broadcast equipment, gritted his teeth, and chased after him.
"Brother, wait for me! I'm treating you to a meal!"
