When he walked up to Tie Jun and the others, Jinjin, covered in sweat, let out a sweet cry, threw himself into Xiaochuan's arms and started crying.
"Haha, I still recognized you, why are you crying? You should be happy to see your senior brother!"
Xiaochuan's eyes were also a little red. He raised his hand and glanced at Daya next to him. After all, he didn't dare to hug Jinjin.
Da Ya didn't think much about it, even though her chest was rising and falling, pressing Xiao Chuan tightly.
"Da Ya, the three of us are all first-term students. Ah Chuan is our senior brother and the god in our eyes. Don't be jealous. I am also obsessed with Ah Chuan!"
Xiaotian was afraid that Daya would be too preoccupied, so he opened his mouth to explain for Jinjin. After hearing Xiaotian's words, Jinjin raised his head, wiped his tears, and looked at Daya cautiously.
"Sister Da Ya, we originally planned to go to Bingcheng to see you, but we didn't expect you to come to Beijing!"
"Haha, you are welcome to visit our hometown at any time..."
Seeing Jinjin take the initiative to talk to him, Yaya Luoluo invites Jinjin generously.
After saying a few words, everyone turned their attention to the long-haired man, who smiled.
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is Narisong. I am a Mongolian and a song writer. People in the circle call me Sanbao."
"The new song "Light of the Asian Games" I sang was written by Brother Bao!"
Jinjin let go of Xiaochuan and held Sanbao's arm with a look of admiration.
"The song "Lost Warmth" in my album is Brother Bao's debut!"
Xiaotian took Sanbao's other arm with the same look of admiration.
"I studied classical music, but I wrote pop music. Haha, I can be considered a Gulu person!"
Sanbao laughed at himself, everyone laughed, but Tiejun didn't laugh. Sanbao will be everyone from now on, and will be wings to Xiaochuan and Daya.
Things like "Only You Are in My Eyes", "Butterfly with Broken Wings", "See You, Never Be Scattered", "Secret Fragrance", etc. are all masterpieces of Sambo.
"You go to my booth and chat, and I'll go have a chat with an old friend!"
Ding Jiali pointed to the booth not far away, and Xiaotian led a few people over. Ding Jiali laughed and walked towards Dongyu and the others.
Tie Jun and the others sat down, and the waiter brought over a tray of beer. Xiaochuan and his junior sister reminisced about old times, while Tie Jun and Sanbao drank and chatted.
In the previous life, Tiejun had many Inner Mongolia buddies, from Manzhouli in the east to Wuhai in the west. There were good buddies in almost bigger cities.
Therefore, at this time, he felt an indescribable feeling of closeness to Sanbao and Lingdian's Da Mao, and the conversation was very harmonious.
I can see so many stars and wrists today. Anyone else would be very excited. Tie Jun was different. He was startled at first and then felt nothing.
In Tie Jun's heart, no matter what star he is, it is a profession, also called a job, and the money he earns is the money he earns. You can praise him, but don't flatter him.
As for chasing stars, he won't and finds it boring. In his heart, only heroes are worthy of his worship. For example, Emperor Putin will do it if he doesn't accept it. He is a true hero!
After chatting for a while, several strong men came over, surrounded by a bald man in a suit. Xiaotian introduced Tiejun and the others that he was the boss Ashan.
Although Ah Shan was fierce-looking, he spoke very kindly. After chatting with him for a few polite words, he went to Dong Yu's place.
"Brother, how much can you earn per night by singing here?"
After Ashan left, Tiejun humbly asked Sanbao for advice.
"If you're a gig player, it's 120 for four songs, plus commission, the average is 200! If you're a lead singer, it's 6, 7,000 a month, or even over 10,000."
Tie Jun was dumbfounded. The average salary in Beijing at this time was less than 300, a 20-fold difference. No wonder everyone wanted to join this industry. The money was easy to make.
After drinking a bottle of beer, Wan Qiu came over with the string of wrists. Tiejun was a little confused and shook hands with a numb smile.
Dong Yu didn't come over, but seemed surprised by Tie Jun's calmness, and smiled from a distance. Tie Jun just pretended not to see it and didn't dare to react.
After being noisy for a long time, Wan Qiu took them away. When he turned around, he blinked at Tie Jun. Tie Jun was stunned and didn't know what he meant.
We have almost finished chatting, and now we have entered the entertainment section, dancing, requesting songs, drinking and having fun.
Tie Jun secretly observed and felt that in this atmosphere, Beijingers and outsiders got along very harmoniously, and no one tried to push anyone else.
After dancing two songs with Chu Yao, Daya and Xiao Chuan went up to sing, Tie Jun found a corner to listen to the songs, and Chu Yao went to Uncle Ge and the others to get autographs.
As Tie Jun expected, the masked couple Xiaochuan and Daya immediately attracted everyone's attention as soon as they appeared on the stage. After the two songs were finished, all the flowers in the karaoke hall were put on the stage.
There is another duet, which is the theme song of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". The music has just started, late autumn is coming, and Qiao smiles beautifully.
"Brother-in-law, can I ask you to dance?"
This was the first time that Wan Qiu called him brother-in-law and was so polite. Tie Jun felt a little embarrassed and stood up quickly.
"Of course, seeing as you have been very busy, otherwise I would have invited you to dance!"
"It's not too late!"
"Please, sister Wanqiu!"
Tie Jun bent down and stretched out his left hand. Wan Qiu gently put his hand on Tie Jun's palm and slowly followed Tie Jun into the dance floor.
The two danced along the edge, and Wan Qiu suddenly said: "Brother-in-law, you have been studying in Beijing for six years. Why do you feel that you don't like Beijing very much?"
"It's neither like it nor dislike it. After all, this is not home. No matter how long I stay, I never feel homesick."
"Don't talk about you, even I, a native of China, feel homesickness. It's not strong and I don't feel it."
"Does your family have ancestors living in Beijing, or..."
"There are not many ancestors living in Beijing. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, our country's leaders have come from all over the world. Can you say that they are not Beijingers?
Our family is a native of Beijing, and we are true children of the Eight Banners. We have been influenced by our grandfather since we were young, and we are able to express our joy and anger without expressing ourselves. We are round on the outside and square on the inside. We are elegant Banner people.
Grandpa's thoughts were influenced by the Prime Minister. He often said that the Prime Minister was very tired, but he never said he was tired, and the Prime Minister was very miserable, but he never complained.
Throughout his life, the Prime Minister understood the true meaning of Tai Chi and understood the true method of balance.
Grandpa also said that without the Prime Minister, a master of Tai Chi, accompanying the Chairman, I don’t know when the new China was founded.”
Tie Jun kept every word of what he said in late autumn in mind. What the old diplomat said is worth recalling slowly in the future, but should be kept in his heart for the time being.
"Look at me, I'm going off topic. I had this problem when I was a kid, and my grandpa always taught me a lesson, hehe!"
"This is a common problem, I often do it too!"
"Grandpa said that the old Beijing natives like them are too oily. They always want to have an inside and outside of everything, so they tend to look forward and backward when doing things, and they don't achieve much.
Only new Beijingers like the Chairman can do great things, conquer the country, and defend it.
You are also such a person, capable of doing great things and becoming successful.
Even if I get Sister Chu Yao to move to Beijing, and all of your household registrations will be moved to Beijing in the future, you still won’t admit that you are a Beijinger, and would rather live in the north."
"Haha, is there any big difference? It's just a household registration, but I'm still from the Northeast, and what I want in my heart is the snow-capped Songhua River."
"You are right, because Bingcheng belongs to you, but Beijing belongs to everyone. Although old Beijing does not admit it, this is a fact."
The topic of late autumn was too boring and too big. Tie Jun wanted to change the topic, but he didn't know what to discuss with this talented woman.