novellhall Chapter 51 Refusal to Join the Group
Chapter 51 Refusal to Join the Group
"Click."
The door closed gently.
Separate the room from the one filled with the aroma of jasmine tea.
Lin Hanjiang didn't stop walking and went straight downstairs. As soon as he stepped out of the building, the scorching sun beat down on him.
He then felt the tightness in his chest dissipate slightly.
Refused.
In the end, they refused in the clearest way possible.
He could imagine what was happening inside the door.
"Why!"
Almost at the same instant the door slammed shut.
Jin Tielin, who had maintained the dignified posture of a division commander, visibly slumped and leaned back into the sofa.
He stared at the closed door, his chest heaving a few times.
"This kid... he's really going to drive me crazy!"
The voice wasn't loud, but it conveyed a deep sense of disappointment.
Zhang's heart tightened, and he quickly picked up the teapot and poured in fresh tea.
"Teacher, please have some tea to calm down."
Zhang Ye's voice was so soft and gentle that it was scary that the teacher was angry.
"Han Jiang probably hasn't figured it out yet. How rare is an opportunity at the General Political Department? Teacher Li came to invite him personally. What face, what future prospects..."
"Didn't he figure it out?"
Jin Tielin interrupted her, his tone unusually agitated. He picked up the teacup, then, finding it too hot, slammed it down.
"He knows better than anyone that he chose this on purpose. What do you mean by 'not ready to join the group'? Where did his courage to sing 'Entering the New Era' go? Was it because he wasn't ready? It was because he didn't want to follow the rules!"
He grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, pointing towards the door: "My idea is simple. If he just nods and gets into the General Political Department, given the popularity of his two songs, the troupe will definitely groom him as a key talent. He'll have plenty of performance opportunities, big and small, and with more exposure and a stronger fan base, getting on the Spring Festival Gala will be a natural progression. By then, with fame and status, the troupe will help him contact audio-visual publishing houses to release an album or cassette."
Jin Tielin took a breath, as if he were calculating the future of himself and his disciples:
"Based on the sales figures of current best-selling songs, his two patriotic hits, which are popular with the general public and will be bought by organizations and groups, selling two or three hundred thousand copies wouldn't be difficult. Even if he doesn't get a large share, it's still a substantial sum. He can steadily pay off his debts within two or three years. He could achieve both fame and fortune; the right path is easy, but he chooses not to!"
Jin Tielin could not have foreseen that the crisis behind Lin Hanjiang's seemingly manageable family debt for two or three years would erupt far faster than ordinary people imagined, enough to destroy everything within a year.
He was simply making the most rational and prudent judgment as a teacher, planning the brightest future for his disciple.
Zhang Ye listened, feeling anxious for Lin Hanjiang, and couldn't help but blurt out:
"Teacher, actually, Hanjiang might have his own plans. Last night on CCTV, I overheard him talking to Jiang Tao and Chen Hong, and he vaguely mentioned Guangdong and the New Song Chart, and even said he might go south in July. I suspect he might want to participate in one of those pop song competitions?"
"What?"
Jin Tielin suddenly looked up, his eyes widening instantly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
"A pop song competition? The Guangdong New Song Chart? He's someone who just won the gold medal in the folk singing category at the CCTV Young Singers Competition and was noticed by the General Political Department, and he goes to participate in that kind of... that kind of..."
He seemed unable to find the right words for a moment, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! Is that a place for him? Wouldn't that be beneath his dignity?"
Overwhelmed with anger, Jin Tielin suddenly raised his hand to press his temples, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face turned somewhat pale.
"Ouch... this head of mine..."
"Teacher, please don't get agitated."
Zhang was terrified and hurriedly got up.
"Where did you put your medicine? Is it in the drawer in the study? I'll go get it!"
She remembered that her teacher had high blood pressure and occasionally suffered from headaches.
"In...in the first drawer on the left, that small white bottle."
Jin Tielin leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed, his voice sounding somewhat weak.
Zhang Yefei ran into the study and quickly came out with the medicine and a small half-cup of warm water, serving it to Jin Tielin.
Seeing the teacher leaning back on the sofa, closing her eyes to recover, her gray hair somewhat dazzling in the sunlight, Zhang felt both sad and anxious.
"Teacher, please get some rest and don't think about it too much."
She draped a thin blanket over the teacher's legs and said softly, "I'll go find Hanjiang again and have a good talk with him. He usually listens to me the most and values relationships the most. I'll try to persuade him again and explain the pros and cons to him. Maybe he'll change his mind."
Jin Tielin closed his eyes and didn't speak, but just waved his hand weakly, signaling her to go.
That posture conveyed a profound sense of powerlessness.
At the same time, Lin Hanjiang had just walked out of the faculty and staff residential area and hadn't even reached the main road of the campus.
Froze on the spot, captivated by the scene before him.
Under the shade of the locust trees at the intersection ahead, a large group of people, armed with long lenses and short cameras, were blocking the way.
It mainly consisted of microphones, and a few bulky video cameras.
"There, Lin Hanjiang came out."
Someone shouted out.
Sharp-eyed reporters had already spotted him, and instantly swarmed around him like a school of sharks smelling blood, their chatter exploding out in a cacophony:
"Lin Hanjiang, this is the Arts and Literature Department of China National Radio."
A middle-aged male reporter, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit and with a loud voice, almost poked the microphone in front of Lin Hanjiang's chin.
"Your rendition of 'Entering the New Era' was so inspiring! What was the specific source of inspiration for this song? Was it from a report about the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone, or from some important speech you heard?"
"Lin, look over here, the China Youth Daily."
A young female reporter, wearing glasses and still looking like a student, squeezed to the side, her voice high-pitched but clear.
"You scored 9.888 points in the CCTV Young Singers Competition, breaking the long-standing record. How do you feel right now? What was the first thing that came to mind when you heard your score last night?"
"Lin Hanjiang, we are from Music Weekly."
From another direction, a reporter with slightly curly hair and an artistic air asked in a loud voice.
"Professor Li Shuangjiang gave it extremely high praise during the judges' comments, and Professor Jin Tielin even awarded it a rare perfect score. As a student, how do you interpret the affirmation of your performance by these two vocal masters?"
"Lin, Kyoto Evening News."
A reporter in a stylish shirt spoke rapidly.
"As far as we know, your songs 'The Story of Spring' and 'Entering the New Era' are both your original compositions. How did a student still studying at a music academy create such mature songs that resonate with the pulse of the times? What kind of accumulation and training did you undergo?"