The entertainment information in this era is still too poor, so the spread of entertainment is extremely slow.
Even though Xiao Qian's performance in the Spring Festival Gala was very amazing, it only entered thousands of households and did not become a trend.
He was very sad, but others didn't care.
The day goes by and I get home very quickly.
When Xiao Qian and Xu Mingxia got off the train, Xiao Qian was hugged tightly.
"Oh, son, you miss me so much."
Xiao Qian tried hard to avoid Ai Lan's saliva on her face, and said dullly: "No, you don't want to."
The phone call on New Year's Eve hurt him deeply.
However, his protest was ineffective, and Amy still held his hand, and the group got into Li Jianguo's car.
"Wow, new car!"
Ever since he got in the car, Li Qingjue started to mess with it. Perhaps it was the first time she saw a car, and the little girl was very curious.
"Oh my god, this new car is so exciting. It's so stable when you sit there."
Aimilan was riding in this car when she came here, so she had more say.
When she learned that her husband had bought a car, Xu Mingxia nodded reservedly.
"Well, not bad."
But anyone could see that this woman was almost bubbling with pride.
Nowadays, the traffic in Shanghai is not that crowded, and private cars are a concept that many people are unaware of.
Owning a car of your own is definitely a great thing in this era.
Hearing everyone's praise, Li Jianguo was originally very happy. But seeing Xiao Qian's lack of interest, his original intention to show off couldn't help but fade away.
"Xiao Qian, don't you like cars?"
It shouldn’t be, don’t boys all like cars, guns, cannons and the like?
Why is this child different from others?
Xiao Qian laughed and pointed at the car.
"That's it?"
Li Jianguo was very unhappy. He straightened his back and emphasized angrily: "This is the latest model of car."
Xiao Qian huddled in Ami Lan's arms and yawned.
"No matter how new it is, it's just a Santana."
You can't expect a reborn person to have too much affection for this kind of transportation that can only be used as a taxi in the future.
Li Jianguo's immense pride instantly evaporated when faced with Xiao Qian's boredom.
I really don’t know how this kid grew up, but he doesn’t even like the best and latest cars.
Li Jianguo drove Xiao Qian and his son home first.
"Xiao Qian, don't forget, come over tomorrow to record the song."
Before leaving, Xu Mingxia gave a special instruction.
Seeing Wen Mu, Wen Yi and Zhang Jian making waves on the Spring Festival Gala stage and receiving countless love, Xu Mingxia's ordinary heart was obviously moved.
Obviously this small music library is by my side, why do I always take advantage of outsiders?
So Xu Mingxia fully launched an emotional offensive, even betraying her own daughter, and finally forced Xiao Qian to submit.
Just when Xiao Qian thought Xu Mingxia would name "Northeasterners", Xu Mingxia shamelessly asked for "Shanghai Beach".
All of them are very cunning and know which one is better.
Xiao Qian was also helpless, and it was impossible not to agree.
However, he has made an agreement with Xu Mingxia that the song will only be recorded and the singing will be left to her, but it cannot be released yet.
The reason is that Xiao Qian is reluctant to part with that classic TV series.
The problem is that he currently has no ability to produce TV series, let alone a place to broadcast them.
The content of that TV series cannot be expected to be broadcast on CCTV, but local satellite TV has not yet been established, and its operation is not open enough.
Before entering the house, Xiao Qian noticed something that made him extremely happy.
On the exterior wall of his house, there was a big Chinese character "开" painted with white lime. It was simply more beautiful than any calligraphy.
“Is this place finally going to be demolished?”
Amy Milan was very surprised.
"Say it as if you already knew it."
After saying that, she had a sad look on her face.
"Hey, we just bought it a few months ago and it's about to be demolished. Why is our family's life so miserable?"
Xiao Qian looked embarrassed and asked the core question.
"How much compensation was given for the demolition?"
Aimilan had already opened the door, and her voice was particularly bleak in the Shanghai winter.
"We only gave half a million, but they all said it was a loss. If you hadn't insisted on us agreeing before going to Beijing, we would have wanted to get more like everyone else."
Xiao Qian chuckled.
"You are really not greedy."
This house cost just over 50,000 yuan when I bought it, and now the demolition compensation is 500,000 yuan, which is a tenfold return. You can't find many such high return on investment in the world.
Aimilian helped Xiao Qian put down her backpack.
"That being said, who would mind having too much money?"
Xiao Qian's words are sincere and sincere.
"It's okay, let's find another place and wait for the next demolition."
"Nonsense, where can there be so many good things?"
Amy Milan regained her senses, put away her things, and walked to the kitchen.
Xiao Guoji has prepared a lot of delicious food and is waiting for Xiao Qian to come back.
The family of three got together and had a delicious late New Year's Eve dinner.
"Son, you've already appeared on TV. Have you become a big star?"
Xiao Qian was very surprised.
"Do you know what a star is?"
Aimilan's chat box opened.
"Why don't you know? Isn't it the one that the students in the university hold up... that... eh... what is it called?"
Xiao Guoji interrupted.
"poster."
"Yes, yes, the poster. The little girls and boys on it are all prettier than the last. I asked the students, and they said they were celebrities. They also said that these celebrities can sing and dance very well. If you are so good, you should be able to
Be a star?"
Xiao Qian shook his head.
"I'm not interested in being a star."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"I want to be the boss of a celebrity."
The conversation ended in vain, because Xiao Guoji and Ai Lan didn't know the difference between a celebrity and a celebrity's boss. They only knew that since they were called boss, it seemed pretty good.
Early the next morning, Xiao Qian went out to go to Shangyin, and found that the alley was full of people.
A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was proudly showing off in the crowd.
"Humph, how can you agree so cheaply? This is an old house that generations of people have lived in, and it can be considered a cultural relic. Don't let me move unless you give me a few million."
Many people agreed.
"That's right, it's not okay to give less."
"I have lived here for decades, how can it be so refreshing in a different place?"
Xiao Qian smiled, expressed some sympathy for these wishful thinking people, and walked into the busy traffic of the city in the early morning.
He thought again of his Shanghai classmate from his previous life. Every time he chatted, he would brag to him that he had an apartment in Jing'an and that he could instantly become a multimillionaire by demolishing it.
As a result, similar words have been said for almost twenty years, but the house there is still not moving at all.
It’s not that the developer doesn’t want to demolish it, the problem is that it can’t afford it.
When the value of anything exceeds what can be afforded, there will inevitably be no results.
Everyone does business to make money, who does the losing business?
Therefore, these people's dreams of getting rich are destined to be in vain.
"Xiao Qian, you have a lot of works now. Auntie has discussed with everyone and wants to make an album for you. What do you think?"
Before recording the song, Xu Mingxia talked about one more thing.
Xiao Qian's current works include "For Whom", "Tomorrow Will Be Better", "Speak From My Heart", "Northeasterners" and "Shanghai". It would still be possible to make an ep album.
Xiao Qian saw through her intention the first time.
"Auntie, "Shanghai" is really not suitable for release now. Listen to me. If it is used in TV series in the future, it will make your name go down in history."
Xu Mingxia was stunned and said solemnly: "I just don't want to part with those good songs."
Xiao Qian licked her fingers and came one by one.
""For Whom" and "Speak From My Heart" are now owned by the General Administration, and they have their own way of publicity. "Tomorrow Will Be Better" is from Lantian Kindergarten, and it has almost become their school song. The remaining two songs
The time is not ripe yet. Besides, we don’t have the conditions to record records here.”
Shangyin has a full range of instruments, but the recording studio is very simple.
Xiao Qian had seen it, and it was still an equipment from the 1950s. Not to mention the efficiency, the sound quality was unacceptable to him.
"Auntie, I think we should build a better recording studio first."
Xu Mingxia didn't expect that he would talk about this.
"Do you have any ideas?"
Xiao Qian said calmly: "Our Shangyin is the best music school in the country, and the quality of the recording studio cannot be inferior. We need to use the best decoration to soundproof, and the equipment must also be refined. The mixing console costs about 200,000 yuan.
, the monitoring headphones must be from Sennheiser, and the computer must have the highest configuration. After all, it costs more than one million.”
