"Cheers—"
At a barbecue joint in the night market near the apartment.
Lin Tian, Gan Yan Yu, and their manager He Zhichen clinked glasses.
"A great victory, a great victory, Teacher Gan Yan Yu!"
He Zhichen set down his glass and said with a smile,
"Based on what I heard through my connections on the organizing committee—although there was quite a bit of disagreement, they ultimately reached a consensus. We can basically confirm that we advanced!"
"Good!"
Lin Tian chimed in, draining his beer in one gulp.
"Thanks for your hard work, Teacher He."
Lin Tian also offered He Zhichen his thanks.
Then, as if he had remembered something, Lin Tian curiously asked,
"How do you still have connections after coming to Baijing?"
Back in Qingzhou, He Zhichen had always given Lin Tian the impression that he could pull strings anywhere in the music world. No matter what intelligence or internal association data it was, he could get his hands on it.
Lin Tian understood that part well enough. After all, even Gao Zhenyang, a Council Member of the Qingjiang Music Association and Xingye Music Academy, had a close relationship with He Zhichen. One could only imagine the kind of network this guy had in Qingzhou.
Yet after arriving in Baijing, his ability to gather information had not declined in the slightest. This was no longer something as simple as being a local big shot.
"As long as you want to know something, there are plenty of channels."
"You're being modest, Brother Chen."
"This has nothing to do with me. If you want to thank someone, you should thank yourselves."
"Us?"
"Mm."
He Zhichen nodded.
"Have you heard this saying? When you succeed, everyone around you becomes a good person— even if I didn't actively look for these information channels,