"Xiaohe, I believe it! Mom believes it, I will have dinner first!" The mother looked at Ding He leaving the dining table and said perfunctorily.

Ding He didn't look back, but went back to the bedroom, opened the suitcase, unzipped the zipper in his inner pocket, and took out the contract signed before recording the album. Taking the contract, Ding He returned to the dining table in the living room and handed the contract to his parents.

"Really, Dad and Mom, look!" Ding He pointed to the terms of the share and said excitedly, "30% of the sales belongs to me!"

"How much is 30%?" My parents looked at it. There was really a written statement on the contract. They didn't know the situation very well, and said in confusion, "That can't be 100 million?"

"A album is fifty-five, I bought 10 million copies, and I got 30% of it, and there are more than 100 million!" Ding He said this number, and it was a bit fluttering. This is 160 million.

After hearing this, my parents looked around with the contract and confirmed that there was no problem. They said with a trembling voice: "This...this is too...this is too...this!"

Looking at his parents with excited and nervous expressions, Ding He calmed down instead. He comforted his parents and said, "Dad, mom, why are you nervous? We don't steal or rob, we have legal income! Apart from paying taxes, we all belong to us!"

"But this is too... too much!" Ding He's parents worked in the factory all their lives, and their income was fixed. They had never seen one million at a time, let alone one hundred million, they really dared not think about it.

Ding He looked at his parents, silver threads were mixed in his black hair. He patted his chest and promised him, "It's my son's profit! Dad, mom, you have been working for me for half your life, and if you have a son in the future, you will be filial to you! You can enjoy a happy life!"

"Son, would you calculate it wrong?" Ding He's mother asked worriedly before she could get out of the huge amount.

Ding He hugged his mother's shoulder and smiled and said, "Mom, don't care whether he is right or wrong! My son promises that we will live a better and better life in the future!"

After a while of slowing down, the parents came back to their senses from the shock. Ding He's father handed over the contract carefully and said, "Xiaohe, you have to keep this!"

"I understand, dad!" Ding He took it, went back to the bedroom, and put the contract back on.

Seeing Ding He come out of the room, his mother looked happy and said to Ding He: "Xiaohe, you have made money, so you don't have to worry about food and drink! Oh my God, what you are most worried about now is your lifelong event!"

When Ding He heard this, he looked at his mother's appearance and started to make a long speech. He quickly winked at his father and looked back at the refrigerator from time to time.

Ding He's father looked at the refrigerator, frowned, and said helplessly: "Okay, stop talking, it's the New Year, happy life! Besides, Xiaohe is too old, he understands this principle!"

"Yes, mom! I understand!" Ding He also quickly agreed.

The mother also stopped talking and changed the topic and said, "Okay, today's New Year! I won't talk about this anymore! Eat dumplings and don't get cold!"

After dinner, Ding He wanted to wash the dishes, but his mother stopped him, snatched him, and went to the kitchen to wash. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Ding He went back to the room and prepared for a live broadcast.

It was half past the time, and Ding He started live broadcasting on time. Many fans watched Weibo and were already waiting.

"Hello everyone, welcome to Ding He's live broadcast room! I am the anchor Ding He..." Ding He just appeared, and before he finished speaking, he was buried in the barrage on the screen.

"Congratulations, idol! Be happy for you, give me a heart and sprinkle flowers!"

"Anchor v587! Album is sold well, sports car is delivered!"

"The people of Pujiang sent a congratulatory message, congratulations to the anchor's album for its big sale!"

"The people of Dongshan Province sent a congratulatory message, congratulations to the anchor for his "Innocence" sale!"

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The flying of barrage 6 completely dominated the entire screen. The screen was filled with fans' blessings, congratulations, which made Ding He feel warm.

"Thank you everyone! It's because of you that this album is a big hit! Thank you for having you all the way!" Ding He was really moved and bowed deeply. From the beginning of live broadcast, to less than a year now, he has gone from having nothing to now with millions of fans.

"Really, I'm very happy. I suddenly don't know what to say?" Ding He was feeling a little out of control today. He said that he didn't know how to say it.

"Forget it, I won't say it anymore, it's all in the song! I'll give you a song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky"! You are my brightest stars!" Ding He didn't know what to say, so he simply stopped talking and prepared to start singing.

"I understand you, anchor! Come on, we will keep watching you silently!"

"From the first time I watched the anchor live broadcast, the anchor has been surprised by me again! I will always be there!"

"Idol, you are also my brightest star! The night sky is so bright that it is because of you, I love you!"

"Anchor idol, you                                                                                                                            

Looking at the barrage, everyone's heartwarming words and constant support, Ding He really feels very fortunate to have such a good group of fans.

"The brightest star in the night sky,

Can you hear clearly?

The man who looks up to it,

Loneliness and sighs in the heart.

The brightest star in the night sky,

Can you remember?

Once with me,

The figure disappearing in the wind..."

Ding He played the guitar, closed his eyes, and was completely immersed in his emotions. Every lyrics of Ding He brought his most sincere feelings; every word merged with Ding He's deep gratitude.

At the end of the song, the live broadcast room was extremely quiet, and there was no barrage. They were immersed in Ding He's singing and felt Ding He's heart.

"The brightest star is always you! I will always be close to you!"

"The anchor must have done it on purpose, it will be a Chinese New Year, making people cry!"

"It sounds nice!!! Although I can't bear to break the atmosphere, I, Bi Yao, can you give me?"

"Thank you too, the anchor! You and the singing voices are with you in your boring time!"

Whether it is Ding He's fan or fan, on the special day of New Year's Eve, we gathered in the live broadcast room to experience this faint warmth together.

Perhaps due to the Chinese New Year, the number of people online in the live broadcast room has not exceeded 900,000, but Ding He also went all out. Ding He worked very hard, singing one song after another until after six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Okay, it's time! It's time to say goodbye again!" Ding He put down his guitar and smiled at the fans in the live broadcast room, "I hope everyone put down their phones and spend more time with their parents and family today! I wish you a New Year, and we'll see you next year!"

"Anchor, Happy New Year! Everything goes well! Send Spring Festival couplets!"

"Idol, I can only watch your live broadcast next year, ~>_<~"

"Happy New Year, anchor! The new year is getting more and more popular! Firecrackers are coming!"

"The anchor will go home with me for the New Year next year! I want to have a monkey with you, oh oh oh..."

Fans in the live broadcast room also sent blessings and gifts through barrage. Ding He went on the live broadcast, and the fans' gifts were also browsed for a while.

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