Urgent Health Issues

This business card was given to Lin Tian by an uncle he met by chance after a performance at a restaurant a couple of days ago.

Unexpectedly, Gan Yan Yu, who was standing nearby, saw the card and read out the name.

"SYC?"

"You know them?"

"It's a music management company, very famous in Qingzhou. They've signed many talented musicians," Gan Yan Yu said. "Last year's national violin competition had participants signed by their company."

"They're that capable, huh."

The uncle had been overly enthusiastic in front of Lin Tian at the time, which made Lin Tian immediately question the company's standards.

That's just human nature.

The easier something is to get, the less valuable it seems.

When you finally want it, they'll just make you go through three rounds of interviews, and you'll behave.

"But how did you get this card?" Gan Yan Yu asked.

"I got it when I was playing the piano at the restaurant before," he replied.

Lin Tian said it casually, but it caused a slight surprise in Gan Yan Yu's heart.

To be recognized by SYC, he must play incredibly well.

"What's the difference between a music management company and the celebrity management agencies we usually see?"

Remembering that Gan Yan Yu had also signed with a music management company, Lin Tian asked.

Even though they were both management companies, no matter how he thought about it, Lin Tian felt that.

Companies that sign musicians should be more prestigious than those that sign celebrities, right?

It was like how the word "actress" technically just means a female actor, but many people associate it with performers in adult films, because everyone tends to default to the more advanced interpretation.

"The difference is in their focus."

Seeing Lin Tian's rare interest in such a topic, Gan Yan Yu raised her index finger and began to explain seriously.

"Celebrity management companies, in the public perception, are mainly responsible for the packaging, operation, promotion, and collaborations of celebrities."

"As for music management companies, while they have these functions, they also focus more on aspects like music creation, production, distribution, and promotion, as well as handling business related to recording, music production, and the competitions and performances of musicians."

"I see."

Lin Tian summarized.

The former primarily handles marketing and capitalizes on popularity.

The latter genuinely focuses on music because their livelihood depends on it.

Then they must have been right to contact him!

Lin Tian dialed the number on the business card.

"Hello?"

"Lin Tian. We met at the SWING restaurant the day before yesterday."

"Ah, it's you."

Upon hearing Lin Tian's introduction, Zhong Wei'an's voice clearly became more excited.

"What's up, Mr. Lin Tian? Are you planning to officially become a professional pianist?"

"Not yet. I wanted to ask if your company's recording studio is available for rent? I'm willing to pay."

"May I ask what it's for?"

"To record some work and shoot short videos."

Lin Tian felt a little embarrassed saying this.

After all, his company's recording equipment was meant for releasing music.

Why would you need that for a stupid Douyin video? Your phone would suffice! It's overkill!

It's like hiring a professional photographer for a hefty sum, and then telling them you'll do the editing yourself, only to take the photos shot with their tens of thousands of dollar camera and open them in a photo editing app on your phone.

"Sure," Zhong Wei'an agreed readily.

"Really?" Lin Tian was a bit surprised.

"How about this, since you'll be shooting short videos, renting our recording studio each time can be quite costly. Why don't I personally send you a set of recording equipment? That way, you can record at home, and it'll be sufficient for shooting short videos."

"Considering you're still a student, I won't charge you anything. All I ask is that you mention in the video description that the equipment was provided by us. When you have the money to buy new equipment in the future, you can just ship the machines back to us. How does that sound?"

After Zhong Wei'an finished speaking, Lin Tian was stunned.

What?

Students can actually get free stuff?!

The uncle's logic was actually quite simple: he provided Lin Tian with equipment, and in return, Lin Tian would promote them in his videos.

This seemed fair, but the uncle was clearly on the losing end of the deal.

The tens of thousands of dollars for recording equipment, exchanged for the bland text advertisement in Lin Tian's video description, was clearly a losing deal.

Lin Tian knew this was Zhong Wei'an's way of trying to win him over.

But he was happy with this kind of transaction.

"Deal!"

"Great, add my WeChat and send me your address."

"Mhm."

The call ended.

Gan Yan Yu looked at Lin Tian cautiously and asked nervously, "How did it go?"

"Got it, the recording equipment."

"How much did it cost?"

"Didn't cost anything."

"Wow!"

Gan Yan Yu shook her little fists, suddenly excited.

Then, in the next second.

"Cough, cough—"

Gan Yan Yu coughed twice and covered her mouth to the side.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Lin Tian immediately leaned in with concern.

"It's nothing, my throat's a bit inflamed lately. I'll be fine after taking some medicine,"

Gan Yan Yu said, returning to the sofa.

The girl opened her cello case and reached into the smallest compartment, her hand finding a red plastic bag.

Perhaps out of haste, or perhaps not wanting Lin Tian to see something, Gan Yan Yu tore open the plastic bag inside the cello case, but she used too much force.

The bag ripped open, and a large number of medicine boxes flew out, scattering across the sofa and the floor.

"Ah!"

Gan Yan Yu quickly started picking them up.

"It's okay, I'll help,"

Lin Tian walked over but suddenly froze.

Besides common cough medicines like Fufang Gancao Pian and Su Huang, there were also antidepressants like Fluoxetine and Paroxetine, a large quantity of various steroid medications and regulators used to treat asthma.

And then, a lot of medicine whose purpose Lin Tian didn't know and couldn't name.

They were packed in tightly.

Just looking at them made his scalp tingle.

Lin Tian knew that people who weren't feeling well regularly, or who had sudden illnesses, would keep some common medications in their bags when they went out.

But he had never seen such an outrageous amount stuffed into the compartment of a cello case.

"Are you taking all of these?"

Lin Tian picked up a box of antidepressants, his expression serious.

"No, actually, I haven't taken any antidepressants since yesterday."

Gan Yan Yu pinched her little finger, busying herself with tidying the boxes, not meeting Lin Tian's eyes.

"What about the other medicine?"

"They're all backup. I just keep them in case I get sick and have to go out to buy them."

"What normal person stockpiles this much medicine? What are you, a drug lord?! Do you know selling medicine privately is illegal??"

Lin Tian couldn't hold back. He admitted he was getting anxious.

Seeing a girl needing to take so much medicine every day, anyone would be anxious.

He tried to calm himself down and asked again, "By the way, when are you supposed to go back to school?"

"The academic affairs office said I need a physical examination report from the hospital confirming I'm in good health," Gan Yan Yu said guiltily.

"So that's how it is..."

Lin Tian held his forehead. In fact, with the system's god-like perspective, he had already anticipated a situation like this.

He clapped his hand on Gan Yan Yu's shoulder.

"Gan Yan Yu!"

"Ah?"

Gan Yan Yu straightened up, flustered as if called out by a military training instructor.

"Starting tomorrow, you're coming with me. We'll focus on nutrition and exercise!"