656: Chapter 645 656: Chapter 645 Just at that moment, Director Li had already appeared by Song Yun’s side.
“Anyone who causes trouble later, catch them all for me,” Song Yun ordered.
“This…
this isn’t our responsibility,” Director Li said.
“I know, but maintaining public order is part of your duties, right?
If there’s even a hint of trouble and it’s not suppressed in time, it can easily escalate.
That’s why I’m relying on you,” Song Yun explained.
Director Li really wanted to say, “What makes me so special?
I’m just a small-time police station chief, with the rank of a section chief at most.”
“You’re not like the others,” as if reading Director Li’s hesitation, Song Yun said, “Some have higher positions than you, and there’s a saying that goes, ‘The higher you stand, the more you fear death.’ That’s why he’ll be more cautious in his actions, and with more caution comes less control over the situation.
So, this is your chance, do you understand?”
“My opportunity?” Director Li’s eyes lit up.
“The opportunity has been created for you.
Whether you seize it or not, that’s up to you,” Song Yun said with a smile, glancing at Director Li.
“I know what to do now,” Director Li nodded earnestly.
“They’ll mainly be maintaining order in the north area early on, so here’s a piece of advice for you: head to the south area,” Song Yun instructed.
“Understood!
Thank you, Mr.
Song!” Director Li said, and without any further ado, he turned and headed straight for the south area.
“Brother, you’re more and more like a leader now!” Song Yuxue exclaimed in admiration.
“Are you praising me?” Song Yun asked with a smile, touching the platinum ring on his middle finger that was inscribed with the character “Song.”
“Of course,” Song Yuxue smiled, “Now that you’re the boss, I, your little sister, will have someone to rely on when I go out and cause trouble in the neighborhood, right?”
“You, causing trouble in the neighborhood?” Song Yun gave Song Yuxue a sidelong glance, “Just a while ago, you and Xiao Hua caused me so much trouble.
Though those issues were resolved with a simple phone call, don’t think I don’t know that it was you, this little miss, who instigated Xiao Hua.”
“Brother~ how could I be that kind of person,” Song Yuxue said shyly, “I never actively look for trouble.”
“Really?” Song Yun laughed.
“Of course, really.
Absolutely true.
My heartbeat doesn’t even speed up when I’m talking to you!” Song Yuxue asserted earnestly.
Song Yun felt helpless about his little sister and simply turned his full attention to the stage.
There wasn’t much to say about the audition process; a bunch of people went up to sing and dance like in the old days during the Oiran contest.
Song Yun wasn’t interested in such things, so as he watched, he started to feel sleepy.
After more than an hour had passed, Song Yun finally perked up.
Because Xiao Hua had taken the stage.
Xiao Hua today was completely different from when Song Yun first met her.
Back then, with her mother seriously ill and her family short of money, she was very frail and had a sickly pallor.
Now, with her mother’s illness cured and life having undergone a dramatic transformation, she was the picture of someone invigorated by good fortune, her complexion far rosier than before.
Plus, with the effect of some makeup, Xiao Hua had transformed from a Cinderella-like figure to someone who even made Song Yun see her in a radiant light!!
And Xiao Hua, who had been skinny before, had started to show some curves after a period of nourishment!
Xiao Hua was only in her senior year of high school.
Although development is usually over by that stage for most students, Xiao Hua, having been malnourished since childhood, experienced a delayed growth phase.
Now with proper nutrition, she was beginning to develop!
Her once flat chest, reminiscent of Brother Chun’s, was now sporting two noticeable mounds.
Of course, Song Yun wouldn’t fixate his gaze on such things.
What he found even more significant was that Xiao Hua seemed to have grown taller!
Xiao Hua, who had been a little over five feet tall, now appeared to be almost five foot three.
Her whole demeanor had changed with the boost in height.
A woman’s charm might be great, but without the right height, it all amounts to nothing.
Xiao Hua had a refreshingly clear aura, and now with her height over five foot three, she just looked all the more elegant, especially with her long hair draping over her shoulders!
As soon as Xiao Hua appeared, she caused a stir.
In terms of popularity, Xiao Hua had undoubtedly become the fan favorite of this Super Woman Talent Show.
All those so-called beauties seemed insignificant in contrast to Xiao Hua.
Dressed in a simple pale green dress and holding her guitar, Xiao Hua wore plain embroidered cloth shoes on her feet.
After getting on stage, Xiao Hua didn’t have much to say, unlike some contestants who would create spectacle as soon as they appeared, stirring up stories of destitution or tragedy to garner sympathy before tearfully starting to sing.
Song Yun was very opposed to such behavior.
In his view, if you’re going to sing, just sing.
There’s no need for all the rest.
Unfortunately for him, such tactics seemed to have become the norm.
It felt like if you didn’t have a tragic backstory, you almost didn’t have the right to sing.
As though unless you were disabled or came from the lowest social tier, your voice wouldn’t be heard.
These so-called “migrant worker singers” proliferating everywhere seemed mostly manufactured, and even for the few genuine ones with actual talent, increased fame led to invitations from major TV stations, where they were always introduced with a preface, “Migrant worker singer XXX.”
Then the public was encouraged not to discriminate against migrant workers, that they too could sing well, but Song Yun thought this was nonsense.
Just introduce them as “singer XXX,” that would suffice.
Why tack on “migrant worker” in front of their names?
That in itself was a form of discrimination.
To hell with claims to the contrary—have you ever seen anyone introduced as “city resident singer XXX”?
A migrant worker’s status was no lower, their earnings no less, and their lives not worse off.
Yet, insisting on labeling them with “migrant worker” was like underscoring an inferior status.
And it wasn’t just about “blind singers” or those with missing limbs; Song Yun’s viewpoint remained, everyone was equal, and there was no need to constantly harp on someone’s shortcomings.
Just calling them a singer would do.
If you must have a gimmick, focus on the positives, not keep highlighting their difficulties to garner sympathy.
But I digress.
Sitting with her guitar, Xiao Hua began to strum, and the melody slowly unfolded.