Chapter 151 This World is Never Fair
Low-key offices have always been the style of Gopher Wood, but the real price behind each piece of furniture will be jaw-dropping.
Sunday had roughly calculated the value of the furniture in the office and finally concluded that it was enough to invest in the interstellar development and construction of a planet.
The fact that a barren planet can be developed to the basic level of interstellar space is enough to show that the Oak family under the control of Gopher Wood is financially strong.
Gopher leaned on the sofa and looked at An Ming, with a classic cigar between his fingers.
Whether as the Son of Order or the heir of the Oak Family, Gopher was very satisfied with An Ming's performance over the years.
Talent, strength, indifference to all living things, all signs indicate that the person in front of him is the best choice.
The only small flaw was the broken wings - although he had lost one wing, only An Ming could give him the feeling of breaking free from the birdcage.
If one person must be chosen to break Pinocchio's illusory birdcage, that person would definitely be An Ming.
Some birds are not meant to be caged.
Every feather of theirs shines with the light of freedom.
An Ming is such a person.
The bird with broken wings never gives up its desire for the sky. The sky to which it belongs is its homeland where it can never return. Buried there are happy memories and music that will never be played again.
"What do you think of the position of the Oak Family Master?"
"I think Sunday is more qualified than me," An Ming smiled slightly and calmly rejected Gophermu's proposal. It seems...the old patriarch of the Oak family will become the new dream master of Pinoconi.
"If you want to change the world, you need power at the top."
"It doesn't matter what the world becomes, I just want everyone to be happy."
An Ming leaned back on the soft sofa and looked up at the intricately structured crystal chandelier, but what he was thinking about was the robin's debut performance.
Next year the robin will be an adult, after which he will be able to participate in the first draft. If he can make it to the finals from the 120 preliminary rounds, he will become a big star of Pinocchio and thus go to the Milky Way.
Perhaps that is no longer just the robin's dream, but their common dream.
Gefeimu couldn't see through An Ming's thoughts because he never lied. How could a person who only told the truth have any flaws?
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"came back."
"Well, where's the robin?"
"?"
Sunday clenched the cup, took a deep breath and continued: "After not coming back for a few days, the first thing you say is to look for my sister?"
An Ming chuckled, "I've been a little busy lately. How come the robin has already gone to sleep?" He sat down next to Sunday without any hesitation and picked up a glass of boiled water to drink.
"She's practicing her debut song," Sunday slowly calmed down, "Don't forget the song you promised her."
"of course not."
An Ming clicked his tongue twice, "Looking at your attitude, are you ready to be a manager?"
"...Hasn't the darkness you've seen behind the master of the house been enough?"
Sunday clenched his right hand, "Don't let the robin come into contact with the darkness of the family." He didn't want that innocent smile to be tainted by the dirty reality.
"I'll clear the way for the robin."
"Don't you believe in robins?"
"No... It's because I believe in it that I have to do this." Sunday's eyes were filled with a deep fire. "I want to give the robin absolute fairness."
When the robin stands on the stage, no external factors can affect her singing.
The world is never fair, not to mention the so-called entertainment industry, and Sunday will never let those filthy things touch the robins.
"Let us all witness the journey of Robin to godhood," An Ming patted Sunday's shoulder, signaling him not to be so nervous, "She will become a big star. You and I both firmly believe in this, don't we?"
I let out a long sigh on Sunday, feeling so exhausted at Pinocchio. It turns out that the so-called sweet dreams can make people so exhausted.
"Don't be too tense. Go to bed early."
An Ming waved his hand. Sunday looked at the tired figure and shook his head helplessly. Who on earth needed to rest?
The dim bedroom was furnished with only very simple furniture: a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. There was basically no place to hide.
The robin, wrapped in soft pajamas, blinked its bright eyes and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
An Ming stood there, stunned for a long time.
"I thought you would scream, what a joke," the robin turned on the lamp, and the beautiful face was reflected in the light.
The 17-year-old Robin already possessed a beautiful face that could bring disaster to the country and the people. Her long blue hair spread out like a lake on the clouds, and her long legs stretched out from her pajamas, revealing a suggestive white curve.
"Still not sleeping yet?"
"miss you."
The robin pouted and said, "You and your brother rarely come home, so I am the only one sleeping in such a big house every day." It was not that it was afraid of the dark, and it would not mind keeping all the lights on for 24 hours.
She was just a little lonely. They were clearly a family, but they always went on different paths.
Growing up is obviously something to be happy about, so why is it gradually fading away?
"Sorry, Robin," An Ming closed the door behind him. He didn't intend to do anything to Robin, but was worried that some sister-con would go to the kitchen and get a kitchen knife and rush in.
"I'm going to debut next year. Looking back now, it really took a long time to get to where I am today."
The robin let out a long sigh and lazily fell on the bed, his blue eyes full of anticipation for the future.
Soon, it wouldn't be long before she would be able to fulfill her childhood dream and have their music heard by the whole world.
She pulled An Ming's arm, shook it slightly, and asked, "Do you have any idea about writing lyrics?"
"Fortunately."
The outline of the lyrics actually appeared in my mind, but they could not be combined into a complete song.
After all, An Ming had only written one lyric many years ago, and he had never written any more after that. I don't know where the robin got the confidence to believe in him.
That's the song they need to sing when they debut. It can be said that it is related to the final ranking and also determines whether Robin can make a perfect debut.
"I'll wait then," murmured the robin, and presently began to make a lovely snoring sound.
Apparently the robin was not good at staying up late, and by the time An Ming came back he was already so sleepy that he was yawning.
An Ming stared at Robin's sleeping face, reached out his hand and stroked her hair, finally landing on the scattered quilt.
After covering the robin with a blanket, An Ming sat at the desk and took out a blank notebook.
Watch the robin and pick up the pen.
How can I describe the feeling at this moment?
The lyrics are like fragments, gradually emerging in my mind.