He Baozhen was passing by the recording studio while chatting and laughing with a group of senior executives, and suddenly heard a faint sound of piano coming from the recording studio.
Everyone stopped. Among them, Vice President Hu Zhongshu, who was walking in the front, looked like he was listening. After a while, he turned around and asked: "Is this a new song for Clover? It sounds pretty good! Who wrote it?"
He Baozhen also felt strange. The melody was really amazing. She shook her head, and finally walked over and opened the door of the recording studio. Then everyone saw Guan Tingjiao sitting in front of the piano and playing slowly.
Playing.
As if aware of the movement, Guan Tingjiao raised her head and glanced at the door, then stopped playing the piano and stood up: "Mr. Hu, Sister Baozhen."
He Baozhen nodded and said, "What song did you play? It sounds very good, and Mr. Hu is very interested."
Guan Tingjiao was startled and stopped talking.
Seeing this, Hu Zhongshu asked curiously: "Did Xiaoguan write it himself? Not bad, I didn't realize you still have such talent."
He Baozhen was also a little surprised.
But I don’t believe it at all. If she has such talent, even God can’t stop Guan Tingjiao from making her solo debut.
Guan Tingjiao shook her head and said: "No, this song is a work that has been published by others. It is called..."Next Year Today", and it is a Cantonese song."
"Cantonese song?"
Hu Zhongshu became interested: "Can you play a short section again, or rather, sing while playing, and let me hear how you feel."
He Baozhen knew that Guan Tingjiao’s native place was in the Greater Bay Area, so it was normal for her to know Cantonese songs.
Seeing this, she quickly urged: "Gillian, let Mr. Hu play and sing "Next Year Today" and perform better."
Guan Tingjiao was silent for a moment, then turned around, sat in front of the piano, and started playing the prelude.
Listening to the soothing music, Hu Zhongshu closed his eyes slightly, feeling something sprouting in his heart. He didn't open his eyes until Guan Tingjiao's singing sounded in his ears.
"If this chandelier pours down
Or I will no longer exist
even if you don't love
There is no need to separate..."
Hu Zhongshu is not from Guangdong and Guangdong, and he is not very interested in songs with Cantonese pronunciation. Therefore, although he likes the melody and has a good singing voice, it is a pity that he cannot understand the lyrics at all.
Naturally, I can't understand the meaning.
After listening to it for a while, he smiled and said: "It's a very good song, Baozhen. You can buy the copyright of this song and translate it into a Mandarin version. I believe it will be popular in mainland China for a while. My intuition tells me that this song will be popular in mainland China for a while."
It’s a classic, haha. Although I’m not a professional, but after being in the industry for so many years, I still have a certain sense of smell when it comes to appreciating songs.”
He Baozhen responded quickly: "Okay, Mr. Hu, I will write it down right now and buy the copyright to this song later."
When Guan Tingjiao heard these words, her eyes widened instantly, but in the end she remained silent.
Hu Zhongshu noticed Guan Tingjiao's expression, became curious, and suddenly asked: "Who is the author of this song?"
He Baozhen also looked over.
Guan Tingjiao did not hesitate and said: "Han Sen."
He Baozhen was stunned for a moment.
"Han Sen?"
Hu Zhongshu thought for a while, but he had no impression. He thought he was a nobody, so he smiled and said: "We in China are really full of talents. In fact, we shouldn't expect those famous people. We should be more backward compatible. Maybe we can find such a piece of music!"
Come on, everyone, work hard!"
After finishing speaking, he nodded to Guan Tingjiao to express his approval, and then left again chatting and laughing with his colleagues and subordinates beside him.
He Baozhen fell behind and looked back at Guan Tingjiao.
Seeing Guan Tingjiao smile slightly, she snorted coldly, turned around and followed her.
Guan Tingjiao sat down again and continued to play the song "Next Year Today".
She's sitting here playing it for the sixteenth time.
She felt the regret deep in her heart, like a tide, washing over her nerve endings over and over again.
But isn’t everything your own choice?
But……
Why can't I forget it?
She whispered and played, and at that moment, her singing voice was like a migratory bird, constantly circling the entire recording studio.
"I can meet you in my lifetime
Spent all my luck
Only found out today
Have breathed the air..."
…
Xiangjiang University, evening is coming.
The sunset on the horizon fell on the playground, and many people couldn't help but pick up their mobile phones to take pictures and record this scene.
But soon, some people discovered something was wrong.
On the playground, a group of black students were running rapidly, panting and rushing out of the school.
"What happened?"
Someone saw an acquaintance and asked loudly.
"The semi-finals of "Hong Kong Star" are about to begin!"
The black classmate answered loudly, and then ran out of the school without looking back.
Everyone looked at each other and laughed loudly.
"Damn it, does the launch of "Hong Kong Star" require such a big fuss? Tsk, it really is a group of ignorant black people."
"Haha, we grew up watching "Xiangjiang Star" and we have long been tired of it. Almost the locals don't pay attention to it, but those black people are different. They come from foreign countries and remote areas. They may not have seen such a program since they were children.
Bar!"
"It seems that "Hong Kong Star" is very popular this year. My dad and the others are watching it every weekend, and I don't even bother to watch it."
"This year there is a band called Jinghong, which is quite amazing. They sang "Years of Friendship"."
""Friendship Years"? I really like this song, but I didn't expect it to be from "Hong Kong Star". Forget it, I won't play ball anymore, I'll go home and watch TV!"
"I'll go take a look too!"
…
In a store outside the school.
At this time, hundreds of black students gathered here, almost completely occupying the street in front of the store.
Fortunately, black people who can study abroad have certain qualities, and living in a foreign country, they are more cautious in their conduct.
So even though it was crowded, there was no loud noise.
And a middle aisle is left for passers-by to pass through.
Each of them paid a certain fee to the shop owner, and then each of them carried the small mazha they had prepared and squatted in front of the shop.
The store owner was adjusting a fifty-inch TV at this time.
Soon, the TV was turned on, and TVB Jade Channel was playing some advertisements before the show started.
"Boss, what time does it start?"
"Seven o'clock, five minutes left!"
The boss adjusted the TV, held a cigarette in his mouth, and counted the money while looking at the group of gangsters in front of him, "Robin, why are you paying attention to this program all of a sudden?"
Robin, who was sitting at the front, raised his head, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "In the show, the band Jinghong sang a song to pay tribute to our great South African leader, Mr. Antoine. The song is called "Glory Days."
It sounds very nice, boss, you can also pay attention to it."
The boss said "oh" and didn't seem interested at all.
After counting the money, he stuffed it into his pocket, then picked up the cattail leaf fan, walked into the store, found a recliner and sat down, while shaking the fan, squinting his eyes comfortably, planning to take the extra money to the foot bath shop after get off work. Pinch your feet.
As for the black leader or the Jinghong band, I have never heard of them. How can I have the clever hands of white technician No. 12?
Thinking of the technician's little hands, the boss felt itchy in his heart and wished he could immediately put on his slippers and go to his usual place to wash his feet.
"Robin, is that song really good?"
"I'm curious too, Robin. I sacrificed my meal money to come over and watch TV. Don't let me down!"
"I believe Robin, many compatriots who were at the scene said it was good when they came back, and some even recommended it to Mr. Diplomat of the Embassy! If it is not particularly good, and it is still a song that pays tribute to Mr. Antoine, the Diplomacy of the Embassy
It is impossible for Mr. Guan to let all compatriots in China come to listen to this song!"
"Yes, I came here after seeing Mr. Embassy's announcement on the forum."
A group of black people chattered in authentic Chinese. In a land full of yellow people, it didn't feel out of place at all.
"Of course it sounds good!"
Robin said excitedly: "I swear! This is my favorite Chinese song! There has never been a song that can bring tears to my eyes. It is really worth waiting for us here!"
"Okay! Robin, I believe you!"
"Look, the show has started!"
The eyes of hundreds of black international students were instantly attracted to the television.
However, ten minutes passed...
Twenty minutes passed...
"Robin! When will the Shocking Band appear?"
"Why didn't the program team introduce Jinghong Band? Is it because they didn't participate? Or was it edited out?"
"It's so disappointing, Robin, you are so unreliable!"
Robin was crowded by a group of compatriots, his face turned red instantly, and he spoke angrily in English: "Hey, my compatriots, be patient, we will be on stage soon. Don't you know what the finale is? The finale!"
"Damn it, you guys really have no patience at all! Not at all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the host appeared on the TV.
"Let us give you a warm round of applause and invite the Jinghong Band!"
At this moment, night falls.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the picture on the TV.
I saw the camera moving rapidly. At the entrance and exit of the auditorium, Han Sen, Wu Yu, Zhong Juntao, and Ge Qingqi appeared in the backlight. With the processing of post-production special effects, these people seemed to be arriving in the light of Buddha.
All the black international students’ eyes widened when they saw it!
"Oh my God! I actually feel like a god descending to earth!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Suddenly attracted the attention of the boss who was sleeping.
He opened his eyes and looked at the TV.
Soon, the boss was attracted as well.
When the Jinghong Band started singing "Glory Days", the melody and singing sound spread through the streets and alleys through the TV. For a while, many passers-by stopped and poked their heads to watch the pictures on the TV.
"Today there is only the remnant of the body
Welcome the glory days
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain..."
…
“It’s so exciting!”
A black international student yelled and said excitedly: "The hairs all over my body stand on end! It sounds so good!"
"This is the most beautiful Chinese song I have ever heard. Its language is so beautiful and beautiful! My God, I love this song so much!!"
"I hope M. Antoine hears this song too!"
"I wish, God, that the great M. Antoine could hear this song and let him only know that there are people supporting him in the far East!"
Robin's heart was filled with excitement as he listened to the excited voices of his compatriots and the singing that was constantly coming from the TV.
…
South Africa, Tshwane.
In the Presidential Palace, there was a heated discussion.
"This is indeed a song about struggle and hope! A very meaningful song! But this song does not seem to be the official instruction of China. It is just a personal tribute to Mr. Antoine by a folk singer, and this folk singer
, its popularity in China is not high, and it’s not worth making a fuss about!”
"Yes, the most important thing is that we can't understand it at all. This is Chinese! Although I admit, the melody is very beautiful!"
"Everyone, China is now the economic center of the world and an undisputed superpower. We need to surrender to China so that our economy can get on the right track with the help of China. South Africa has suffered enough, and we need to surrender to China.
China shows goodwill!"
"You are right, but let us think about it again!"
"Don't think about it anymore! Let this song ring throughout the country on the day Mr. Antoine takes office!"
…
Shenzhen University.
Han Yize, who had returned from eating in the cafeteria, rode his bicycle back downstairs to the dormitory. He had just parked his car and was about to go upstairs when his cell phone rang.
He took a look at the caller ID and found that it was Zhou Chen, his old classmate. He was a little surprised.
Zhou Chen was a veteran who played rock and roll together when he was young. He was an expert at playing the drums. He was popular with thousands of girls in school at that time. He also pursued his wife Chen Jue, but unfortunately she lost to him later.
Tsk, my general is defeated!
Now, it seems that you are engaged in the performance management industry?
"Hello?"
"Comrade Yize, you gave birth to a good son!"
"what's the situation?"
"Han Sen participated in "Xiangjiang Star", you don't know it, right?"
Han Yize was a little confused.
My son participated in "Xiangjiang Star"?
When did this happen?
I do not know how?
"I know, what's wrong?"
"You know you're still asking? Or maybe you haven't watched the latest episode at all? "Glory Days" is popular! It's completely popular! Your son is too good! Stop typing and typing on the keyboard all day long. He's already turning into an antique.
, go online and take a look!”
"Of course I know that my son is excellent, and I don't even look at whose blood is on him!"
"Okay, let me tell you seriously. Han Sen has gained momentum now. Many companies are asking about him. I heard that he has some conflicts with Miracle Media and was suppressed by the company. Now I have two good companies in my hands.
The company wants to sign him, so you don’t have to worry about liquidated damages, they will pay it. The current situation is, I don’t have your son’s contact information, please give me it.”
"I can't make the decision."
"What? You are his father! Don't worry, I am also his uncle after all. Our own people will definitely not cheat our own people. These two companies are both very strong. They are both on the rise now, and they both intend to promote Han Sen as a company.
Brother Yi, to put it simply, I am going to place a bet on your son, betting that he will become famous in the future..."
"I really can't make the decision!"
"I said Han Yize, do you still remember the time when I pursued your wife? I won't tell you anymore. I didn't even know that you two were in a relationship in private at the time. It was you who kept it secret.