Stanley Street, Central, Lu Yu Teahouse.

It was almost nine o'clock when Lu Dongjie arrived here. This teahouse had just moved from Yong'an Street last year. The sign at the door was still in use, and the interior also retained the style of the old location.

This time-honored teahouse, Lu Dongjie, has been famous for a long time. I have passed by it quite often before, but this is the first time I went in for tea.

Drinking tea is one of the traditional life cultures in Guangdong and Hong Kong. In addition to being a place for relatives and friends to gather together and talk about friendship, today's teahouses and tearooms are actually equivalent to social platforms like the Internet in later generations.

Tea guests exchange news and gossip, introduce jobs to each other in different industries, and exchange market information.

When Lu Dongjie opened the door and walked in, he saw a bustling, noisy scene. The old man drank tea and read the newspaper, the children played tricks, the adults coaxed them to eat, and there were chatters and laughs among the tea guests.

The waiters in the teahouse were pushing a cart of dim sum, shrimp dumplings, siomai and skewered buns, and the tea doctor was carrying a copper duck-bill pot and kept going back and forth to serve and refill the tea for the customers.

"Sir, may I ask if you have made a reservation? The cafe is now full. If you don't have a reservation, we will not accept you." A middle-aged waiter at the counter looked at Lu Dongjie who walked in, and began to say in a nonchalant manner.

Lu Dongjie had long heard that although Lu Yu's tea house was elegant and unique, Dr. Tea had a smart eye and was not very friendly to strangers who did not often help him. If he was not a regular customer and a wealthy family, he might not serve tea. Lu Dongjie did not expect to see it so quickly.

It’s been a while.

However, Lu Dongjie naturally would not argue with him, and said calmly: "I'm here to keep an appointment. My friend should be in position 68."

"Oh, that's the seat reserved by Wang Sheng. Excuse me, please invite me to the second floor." Hearing Lu Dongjie announce his seat, the waiter's face became gentler and his tone of voice became more polite.

Lu Dongjie smiled and nodded, said thank you, and walked straight inside.

Lu Dongjie looked at it carefully as he walked. The overall layout of this antique teahouse adopts the artistic layout and decoration of the 1930s, especially the counters, screens, ceiling fans, clocks, vases, abacus and other old objects that look even more antique.

, as if people are placed in the life of the 1930s.

There are many Chinese calligraphy and painting treasures hanging on the walls. I heard that they are all authentic and famous paintings, including works by Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong and other masters. Therefore, many Liang Shang gentlemen remembered them.

The guys patrolling nearby all know that this teahouse is their focus, because there are many burglaries, both completed and attempted, that occur here.

As soon as Lu Dongjie went up to the second floor, he saw Wang Xin sitting there leisurely by the window, sighing at tea and reading the newspaper. From time to time, he would chat in a low voice with the man sitting next to him who was also reading the newspaper. Lu Dongjie walked over.

He said apologetically: "Sheng Wang, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Haha, you are already half an hour earlier than I expected. The princess arrived, and the shoe shine boys showed their loyalty by setting up iron horses around them to block the road as if they were facing a powerful enemy. It was really a mess." Wang Xin

He put down the newspaper and waved his hand with a smile,

Then he stood up and said: "Here, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Lin Zhixin, the person in charge of Haishan Records Xiangjiang Branch."

"My dear Lin Zhixin, hello, Lu Sheng." Lin Zhixin stood up, buttoned his suit, and then extended his hand to Lu Dongjie in a formal manner.

"Your Excellency, Lu Dongjie, Lin Sheng is pleased to meet you." A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Dongjie's eyes, but he still responded politely with a smile.

Haishan Records, known as the largest star-making factory in the Chinese music scene, has now begun to gradually decline. Its big-name singers have left in recent years. Zhen Ni, who is now able to take charge of the music industry, is expected to return to Hong Kong next year to develop her career.

Already.

"We are all partners, so why are you so polite? Come and sit down first, have a light tea and a bag of food, and worship the five internal organs temple before we talk. Hello, this is the guy." Wang Xin waved to the guy at the dim sum cart.

Lu Dongjie picked up the hot teapot, filled the teacup, picked up the chopsticks, put them in and washed them, poured the tea out of the sea, and then poured another cup.

He saw Lin Zhixin next to him looking at him with curious eyes, and he couldn't help but jokingly said: "Lin Sheng, your malicious eyes are really frightening to me."

Lin Zhixin didn't pay attention to Lu Dongjie's teasing, and said sincerely: "To be honest, after listening to the entire album, I couldn't sleep at night. Lu Sheng's masterpiece really shocked me, so today I specially let Wang Sheng

Let me introduce you."

"Lin Sheng, you have given me the award. After all, it is just a cultural commodity. If I don't sincerely make it more beautiful, how can any customer be willing to pay for it?" Lu Dongjie smiled and took a sip of tea.

There is nothing complacent about Lin Zhixin's praise.

Although Lu Dongjie didn't know much about this branch of Haishan Records, he could probably guess that it was responsible for Haishan Records' business handling in Hong Kong, record sales channels, and media promotions. In fact, it was responsible for publicity and distribution.

Operating organization.

Lu Dongjie couldn't figure out the purpose of his meeting with him, so naturally he wouldn't say much. Since we weren't familiar with each other, there wouldn't be anything to talk about.

"Ha, I told you, even though he is young, he is very well behaved. Come on, let's eat first." Wang Xin smiled and waved his hand.

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of freshly fried pink fruit and put it into the soup. After the pink fruit had absorbed the soup, he started to enjoy it.

"A young man as talented, calm and low-key as Lu Sheng is really rare nowadays." Lin Zhixin nodded in agreement after hearing this and ate the softened egg tart in his hand with gusto.

Lu Dongjie was eating crispy glutinous rice chicken and listening to them talking, he couldn't help but raised his head in amusement and said: "You two have a tall hat on the left and a pot of ecstasy soup on the right. Don't you intend for me to pay the bill? I'll make it clear in advance that I'm here to pay for it."

Food.”

"Hahaha..." The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and then continued to joke with each other while eating. After the morning tea, the level of familiarity between the three of them quickly increased.

Wang Xin took a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Seeing that they had almost eaten, he said: "After we have had enough wine and food, we should talk about business next. Lin Sheng, you

Let’s talk about what you think first.”

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, please read this newspaper first." Lin Zhixin turned sideways and took out a daily newspaper from his back and handed it to Lu Dongjie.

Lu Dongjie wiped his hands, took it and read it carefully, directly skipping other useless news, and saw in the eye-catching position on the right, Xiangjiang Radio announced the results of the competition for the top ten Chinese pop hits in January.

The top spot is still Xu Guanjie's "Half a Catty Eight Liang". From second to tenth, in addition to a Japanese song by Sister Xiaofeng, Raptors SWAT Team, there is also a song by Zheng Shaoqiu and Wang Mingquan's Spring Flower. The remaining seven are all Mandarin songs, and even more

What’s interesting is that five of the singers are from Haishan Records.

"Lu Sheng, have you seen the secret?" Looking at Lu Dongjie's thoughtful look, Lin Zhixin also asked meaningfully.

Lu Dongjie looked up at him, pondered for a moment, and said with certainty: "Our opportunity has come."

"Hey, it turns out that the heroes all see the same thing." Wang Xin suddenly slapped the table with excitement, his face not what I expected.

"So we have to work together next, whether it is distribution channels or publicity campaigns, we want the whole of Hong Kong to hear our songs wherever there is drinking water." Lin Zhixin changed his gentle and steady look just now.

, his face was filled with the pride of fighting spirit.

After careful discussion, the three of them hit it off immediately. This small disc was put on sale under the label of Haishan Records, and Haishan Records even did not hesitate to reduce its share of the profits.

Because at this time, Haishan Records needed a big-selling album to revive its dominance in the record industry.

Especially last year, its leading singer Zhen Ni tested the waters and released the first Cantonese song album "Love Quadruple Colors", which contains almost all covers of the most popular popular classic songs.

However, record sales suffered a Waterloo-like failure. Audiences and fans did not buy it. In the end, Haishan Records was disgraced and miserable.

Everyone in the industry began to laugh at Haishan Records, saying that it was too late to be a hero. In order to save this unfavorable situation, Haishan Records urgently needed a work that could be produced to retaliate against the doubts from the outside world.

Let those who have left or want to leave Haishan Records take a closer look. Haishan Records’ status is still unshakable.

"Lu Sheng, please excuse me. As far as I know, you haven't signed with any record company yet, so I sincerely invite you to join our Haishan Records." When the three of them were leaving, Lin Zhixin suddenly invited Lu Dongjie.

Lu Dongjie hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head with a smile and said: "Lin Sheng, I'm afraid I have to live up to your good intentions. I can't take singing as a career now, but I believe we will still have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Lu Dongjie, who was sitting on the Kowloon bus returning, did not regret rejecting Lin Zhixin's invitation. It was hard to say how many years this master Haishan could last. Lu Dongjie had no intention of being buried with him, nor was he obligated to continue his life.

Suddenly, the bus braked, interrupting Lu Dongjie's thinking. The bus was stopped by the traffic police in front of the HSBC Bank Building.

"These people are willing to be lackeys on the streets rather than live upright and upright people. They hide the foreign devils and show off their power on our land." An old man in the car suddenly cursed loudly and unhappily.

I saw a group of senior Hong Kong government officials in suits, many with Chinese faces, and a pair of middle-aged men and women dressed in noble clothes walked into the HSBC Bank. The atmosphere in the car was also quite strange.

, no one refuted or responded.

In the past few days, Princess Alexandra and her wife of the British Empire have been inspecting Hong Kong and launched a series of intensive political activities and people-friendly shows. However, Lu Dongjie no longer eats royal food, so naturally he is not interested in these royal relatives.
Chapter completed!