Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 158 Sumimi is not Sumimi

The weather was good the next day. The golf course, which was once neat and hard, was now soft grass, and there were at least five-digit feet walking on it - in fact, the number of people who came had far exceeded the organizers' expectations.

First of all, the place is quite remote, and it takes half an hour to drive from the city to get there; secondly, the ticket price of 5,000 yen is already more than the price of some live tickets, and the organizers still feel that there is a high probability of losing money.

Not only that, but nearly fifty bands, big and small, came from all over the country to perform. Travel and accommodation expenses had to be partially reimbursed, and a certain amount of money was given to each band based on the number of views of their demo release. The twelve most popular bands also had to pay their own way...

So what if it's sponsored by the government? The Ministry of Finance is also furious - go ahead and stir up trouble, and you can stir up trouble as well, Ministry of Culture. Stir it up until the finances collapse and the people complain and take to the streets. I'll just resign along with you!

(I’ll be selected anyway, so at worst I can just change departments ((drinking tea)).)

But unlike the previous year's tragic loss, this year's music festival has actually made its money back so far - the bulk of the revenue comes entirely from Sumimi's fans.

What surprised the organizer's contact person even more was that, unlike other bands under business firms, Sumimi did not have an agent this time.

"...So, Miss Chuhua is sure you don't want any income?"

In a somewhat inconspicuous black car, the staff in charge of the contact repeatedly asked Sanjiao Chuhua, who was resting with his eyes closed and an indifferent expression, in some disbelief.

"No, not even a penny."

"I'm afraid your firm will..."

"I've withdrawn from the agency and terminated the contract."

Sanjiao Chuhua answered succinctly.

Mana Junda, who was wearing a mask and listening to music quietly in the passenger seat, pretended that she knew nothing - as if she was really just out on vacation with her good partner.

The withdrawal application of myself and Chuhua has been written and neatly stacked on Miss Saito's desk together with the penalty. At this moment, Miss Saito is probably gritting her teeth and editing some message like "Jumuda Mana disconnected" or "Farewell Triangle Chuhua"?

But it's most likely just a simple thank you. For a band idol like me who has no professionalism, the agency probably won't want to see you again.

"Oh... I'm so sorry." The staff member responded apologetically. They just wanted to use sumimi's traffic one last time to purify their own fans. They didn't ask for money in order to avoid litigation disputes, right?

Of course, they definitely wouldn’t use the name Sumimi. Anyway, the two of them just stood there and said nothing, so fans would naturally think that this was Sumimi.

Just like the domestic e-sports team Weibo, the reason why fans buy into it is not because of the team, but because of the people. As long as there are people, Weibo will be there.

"Okay, then please... Oh, you don't need to sign. We can just record a verbal agreement."

"Yes, but please don't release the recording unless absolutely necessary."

No one spoke after that until they reached the entrance of the music festival.

"Goodbye then, have fun, both of you."

After getting off the bus, Sanjiao Chuhua stood in the bustling crowd. He shielded his eyes from the bright and somewhat dazzling sunlight with his hands, and couldn't help feeling a little confused - just like a prisoner who had just been released from prison after ten years and was standing on the ever-changing streets.

"Chuhua, don't look so sad." Mana naturally took the guitar from Chuhua's hand and patted her partner's shoulder vigorously.

"Don't get depressed, don't forget why we're burning our boats and cutting off our retreat—find your best friend and win her over!"

Mana...

Chu Hua's eyes were sore and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful - such a good friend should have been singing with him for the rest of her life, instead of being here with him and risking everything just to do something that was almost impossible.

But Xiangzi already has a team.

There is absolutely no comparison between the handsome, wealthy and stylish man you spend every day with and the mean woman you only played with as a child and who made you angry the last time you met, right?

What's more, my pockets are now cleaner than my face. All the money I earned in the past few years has been paid as liquidated damages. If nothing unexpected happens, I will have to eat and drink lavishly for the next two months.

Although Mana also paid a lot of money in compensation, she had more savings than me, the amount of liquidated damages was also less than mine, and she was not often deducted money from me - I am really terrible, terrible in every sense of the word.

"I told you to stop looking so sad, smile—"

Chuhua hugged her tightly, a hot tear streaming down her face and falling on Mana's shoulder.

"Mana...will you blame me if I fail?"

"Of course not," Mana returned Chuhua's hug, patting Chuhua's back gently as if comforting a child. "But I'm going to punish you by making you buy me donuts for the rest of my life!"

"Ok, I……"

"Hey, how long are you two going to dawdle?"

There was no time to watch these two people's touching performance. Ebizuka Satoshi, who was dressed well and looked as delicate as a doll, interrupted their emotional drama - Tokyo idols are really weird. They are obviously desperate and have to seek acceptance from a low-end band like us, but they still have time to shed tears here.

Momoka is such a jerk. Yesterday, she brought home a little blue-haired girl who couldn't talk. That kid named Mu was cute and not annoying, so she didn't mind it. But today, she woke me and Rupa up early this morning and asked us to pick up two friends.

What the hell are friends!

Two idols who have an unknown number of fans but are about to leave the group to pursue their dreams, contacted Momoka through unknown channels and asked for her to take them in.

This kind of person either has ulterior motives and is plotting something bad, trying to take over the body of Ci Tuan to be reborn into the Impure World Reincarnation and get rid of the agency and make some money at the same time, or his brain has been burned by an electric iron until it is as smooth and wrinkle-free as his face!

(No, dead Hua returns to Yin?)

"Ah...I'm sorry, are you Miss Momoka's man?"

I'm not that drunkard Taoxiang's!

That bastard even vomited all over himself last night!

I was being merciful by not sinking her in the dock when I brought her home!

"...I guess so. If you're Mikado Hatsuka and Junda Mana, then come along."

It's really strange. Miss Taoxiang is such a generous and chivalrous girl, but the child under her is as bad-tempered as a little hedgehog?

But it is indeed as cute as a little hedgehog.

Sankaku Hatsuka and Junda Mana followed this short but cute little hedgehog-like girl with gray hair who looked like a doll, and listened to her chatter all the way.

"My name is Ebizuka Satoshi, and you are not allowed to follow Momoka and the others and call me Tomo or Chi-chi. We are not that familiar yet!"

"Okay Tomo-chan, no problem Chi-Chi."

Mana, you're just asking for a beating if you do this... Sankaku Hatsuka thought helplessly.

"You... forget it. You're going to be gone in two months anyway. Taoxiang and I only agreed to let you stay for two months. By the Halloween Music Festival, you can find a way to make a name for yourself and then pack up and get out!"

Two months or something... Miss Momoka actually only said two weeks. Tomo-chan is just good with her mouth, but she is surprisingly gentle in some ways.

"You guys are going to stay at Taoxiang's place during this time. We'll use the recording studio and practice room first, and you can use them later. If you need keyboards and bass accompaniment, you have to treat us to a meal! Two meals are required for post-production work!"

"You guys have to take care of the sanitation, and you can talk to Taoxiang about the monthly rent. And, and... Anyway, I'll think of it later. If you don't agree, I'll find someone else!"

Mikado Hatsuka and Junda Mana looked at each other and said with a smile, "Hi~ Tomo-chan!"

"You guys didn't take my words to heart at all! Give me more money, give me more money!"