newbobooks Chapter 220 Setting a precedent
Chapter 220 Setting a precedent
Chapter 220: Breaking the Ground
"Don't rush to refute, just listen to what I have to say..."
Lao Pan started and then stopped.
He reached into his coat pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. As soon as he took it out, he glanced at the two young people in front of him, endured it, and stuffed it back.
"Huo Ming, you are still a student. Involving money transactions with foreigners will not be good for your reputation. You are still young and there is still a long way to go. This start cannot be bad..."
Zhao Jiamin asked: "Then...Uncle Pan, won't you do this business with Qiu Huoming?"
"How can cultural exchange be called business?" Lao Pan smiled, "This amount of money is a bit too much. If you don't want it, it will strike like lightning. I have two plans..."
"The first is to cross Chencang secretly; the second is to exchange for supplies."
Qiu Huoming raised her ears and leaned forward.
"Listen to me in detail, what does it mean to secretly cover up Chen Cang? Lao Jin has a cousin who went to Hong Kong City in the early 60s. He set up an audio-visual company in Hong Kong City. I heard that it also signed several singers, and the cultural industry It’s done prosperously…”
"Huo Ming, you give him an authorization, that is, use your identity as a songwriter to give him the copyright of your song, and then let Amin's cousin come to connect with this foreigner. It's a coincidence. I can think of it. The reason why I got up is because he is also attending this Canton Fair. Judging from the time, he probably hasn’t gone back yet..."
Lao Jin nodded, "Chuopu is indeed still in Yangcheng. He is a man of love and trustworthiness. You can trust him with money. By the way, Lao Pan, why do you know so much about our family's affairs?"
"I found someone to apply for the certificate for him. Of course I know that your Jin family is really good at doing business. In just a few years, Chuopu has become a big boss."
Lao Pan smiled and said: "Without interrupting, let's move on to the second option, which is, what is that person's name?"
"Kez..."
"Ms. Katz, donate supplies of the same price to your school, using your name... But there are risks in doing so. People's words are terrible, and the current situation is still unclear..."
Lao Pan paused and looked at Qiu Huoming, "What's your opinion?"
"The first one." Qiu Huoming blurted out almost without thinking.
In this era, there are many things you can't do if you want to. He looked at the two uncles in front of him gratefully. If it weren't for their inspiration, he would have almost done something wrong.
Also, he glanced at Zhao Jiamin. This little girl had seen the world after all. She was not confused by the sudden pie, but immediately discovered the problem.
Lao Pan smiled and said, "I am also leaning towards the first option. It is hidden and I can pick myself clean. Well, I will leave the rest to your Uncle Jin..."
Qiu Huoming asked: "What about my authorization?"
"That's it, what do you call that person?"
"Kez..."
"Yes, Ms. Katz will have legal affairs. Ask your Uncle Jin how to operate it specifically. Remember, you just don't want to be involved in money transactions with foreigners..."
Lao Jin stretched out and said, "It's finally time to get off work. I'll go to Aiqun Building to find Chuopu in a while and have dinner by the way."
Qiu Huoming said hurriedly: "Why don't we come together? I plan to come over today and treat you two uncles to dinner. It's okay to invite one more uncle Chuopu."
Lao Jin only felt that his call of "little uncle" was a bit harsh, "Just call him little uncle."
"Okay." Qiu Huoming quickly agreed.
Lao Pan stood up and said, "You guys go ahead, I have something to do tonight."
"You're still working overtime!" Lao Jin frowned.
"It's just a few days, just finish your work." Lao Pan reached out and patted Lao Jin on the shoulder, "Let Xiao Wang drive you there. You are meeting investors and it's official business..."
"Let's go." After saying that, Lao Pan stopped lingering and left the conference room in a hurry.
"This workaholic." Lao Jin shook his head, "Let's go. Fortunately, Chuopu and the others are in Hong Kong City. They always have late dinner. It's just the right time to go now..."
Qiu Huoming and Zhao Jiamin rode in official cars.
The car stopped at the entrance of Aiqun Building. Lao Jin got out of the car and said hello to the driver, "Thank you for your hard work. You should get off work early. Let's go back and take a taxi..."
The driver Xiao Wang nodded and said politely: "That's right. If you need to use the car, please contact me anytime. Then I'll leave first..."
The car drove away, and the setting sun only left an afterimage on the Pearl River in the evening before disappearing.
The lanterns are on and the evening breeze is blowing. In terms of appearance, the "Aiqun Building" is somewhat similar to the "Wukang Building" in Shenhai City.
(Aiqun Building in 1985)
This is the first time Qiu Huoming has come to Aiqun Building.
As soon as I entered the lobby, I was shocked by the several elevators inside.
Lao Jin smiled and said: "You think only foreigners have elevators? We had them here in the 20s..."
Qiu Huoming's mind flashed back to the scene when he first arrived at Yangcheng Railway Station. There were escalators there, and some children ran around happily just to take one escalator. I heard that these were the only two automatic escalators in the country. One of the escalators, built in 74.
History... He sighed in his heart.
In the lobby, the waiter called Jin Chuopu in room 1031. Not long after, he saw a thin man in a suit and leather shoes walking out of the elevator car.
Zhao Jiamin took a few steps forward and called out in a brisk tone: "Hello, uncle."
"Amin, why are you here? Today is not Sunday, right?"
Lao Jin smiled and pointed at Qiu Huoming and introduced: "This is Lao Xu's apprentice Qiu Huoming..."
Qiu Huoming took a step forward and said, "Hello, little uncle."
"Hey, what a talented person, are you interested..."
"Chuopu, be careful, let's go and eat first." Lao Jin immediately stopped.
"Wait a minute. It's rare that Amin is here today. I'll take you to a fresher place to eat..."
Qiu Huoming said hurriedly: "Uncle, I will be the host today."
Jin Chuopu burst into laughter.
He stood up straight and said: "Come to my place and ask a junior to treat me to a meal. If I can still survive, you can just wait and see. I will make the arrangements. Naturally, I will be the host. I will go and tell the service desk first." …”
Jin Chuopu was probably used to being a boss, so he subconsciously rushed to treat guests to dinner. Zhao Jiamin whispered to Qiu Huoming: "My uncle, I saved you money."
Lao Jin glanced at her and said nothing.
After a while, the front desk staff called him a taxi.
Taxis at this time are all flashing red, and some people affectionately call them little red.
This was Qiu Huoming's first time taking a taxi after coming here for so long. The taxi brand at this time was still Crown, which belonged to Baiyun Company.
"Master, go to the Dongfang Hotel." Jin Chuopu sat directly in the passenger seat. He saw that Qiu Huoming and his party were all seated firmly before he spoke.
While the car was driving, Jin Chuopu pointed to the nearby neighborhoods and said, "This area of Changti Road is very different from when we were children. There are more restaurants here than one after the other."
The driver smiled and said, "You must be an overseas Chinese who has returned to China. The motherland has indeed changed a lot."
Jin Chuopu smiled and said nothing.
Lao Jin coughed and said, "It just has a little more fireworks."
Qiu Huoming sat between Lao Jin and Zhao Jiamin, sitting very straight, for fear of crowding them.
Fortunately, the journey was not far and 20 minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of Dongfang Hotel.
Qiu Huoming got out of the car. The flowers here, the buildings and the curved walls gave it a bit of the beauty of an oriental garden.
"Let's go to the Garden Restaurant first..." Jin Chuopu, a familiar person, led the way.
Qiu Huoming became a little curious, and he asked Zhao Jiamin in a low voice: "Do you know where you are going?"
Zhao Jiamin shook his head, "This is also my first time here."
Lao Jin frowned, and the music in front gradually grew louder.
The lights outside the garden restaurant are bright, and many young people are standing nearby, waiting in groups for the door to open.
After Jin Chuopu squeezed in, he walked out quickly and said, "Okay, the tickets are bought. Let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."
Zhao Jiamin asked: "Little uncle, what kind of ticket is it?"
"You'll know in a minute." Jin Chuopu kept it secret, but others nearby shouted, "What kind of ticket costs 6 yuan a piece, I won't buy it, let's go, let's go."
His companion did not agree, "I want to see it. In a while, the tickets will be sold out..."
"..."
The surrounding discussion was mixed with the music, making it extremely noisy.
Jin Chuopu didn't take it too seriously. He took a few people to the restaurant inside the hotel and ordered everyone a piece of beef fried rice and a pot of Laohuo soup.
Not long after, the rice and soup were served, and Jin Chuopu immediately greeted him: "Eat quickly, come over when you're done eating..."
Lao Jin didn't eat much, so he gave half of the rice to Qiu Huoming, "It's a blessing for the younger generation to eat it..."
Zhao Jiamin also allocated some to Qiu Huoming. In Qiu Huoming's rice plate, fried rice was piled high. Beef cubes fried rice was something Qiu Huoming originally loved, so he didn't refuse and ate it with big mouthfuls.
The chef of this time-honored hotel is really good at his craftsmanship. The autumn fire and the bright wind blowing through the remaining clouds lit up the plate with food, and poured a large bowl of pig lung, water chestnut, green carrot soup.
Suddenly I felt that my life was complete.
At the dinner table, Lao Jin told Qiu Huoming what happened, and Jin Chuopu agreed without saying a word.
"Sing that song to me later, and give me a copy of the score."
"Okay, when do you want it?"
"Just tomorrow. I'll go find you tomorrow morning."
The two of them agreed, and Jin Chuopu quickly paid for the order. He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's late, let's go."
Several people walked toward the Garden Restaurant. Someone checked the tickets at the door. Jin Chuopu took out four tickets and handed them over. The four people were arranged in the same booth.
Qiu Huoming looked around curiously. There was a square stage that was a little taller, with various musical instruments placed behind it. Above the stage hung several big words: Dongfang Hotel Concert Hall.
After a while, four cups of tea were placed on their table, along with several plates of snacks.
Qiu Huoming picked up the ticket Jin Chuopu put on the table, took a look at it, and read out the voice: "Music Teahouse Admission Ticket..."
(Admission ticket to the Music Café)
Jin Chuopu then explained: "In 79, in order to serve foreigners at the Canton Fair, a singing event was held during this period. At that time, only people holding foreign exchange coupons could enter the venue to watch, and only those holding foreign exchange certificates could enter the venue to watch. Opened during the Canton Fair..."
"Later I found that young people like to watch this. It seems that it has been open to the public since last year. A ticket costs 6 yuan, and everyone is still rushing to get it..."
Qiu Huoming quickly put down the bills in his hand, which were 6 yuan each. At this time, the monthly salary was only 3 or 40 yuan. The price was indeed ridiculously high.
Zhao Jiamin thanked her sweetly, making Jin Chuopu very happy, "I know you like listening to music, I just thought of it suddenly."
Lao Jin snorted, "Playing with things makes you lose your mind..."
Jin Chuopu smiled bitterly, "If I hadn't had the ability to play with things and lose one's ambition, I would have been dead..."
Lao Jin sighed after hearing this, "It's all over, you're doing pretty well now."
"That's all I can think about, Amin, if you have the opportunity to come to our port city to play, a little girl like you should go around and see the world... I think back then, your mother..." Jin Chuo Before Pu finished speaking, he heard Lao Jin cough.
"It's useless to say more, this is fate." Lao Jin finished his words.
The melodious music in my ears stopped. I don’t know when it started. The surrounding booths were full of people, mainly young people.
Qiu Huoming took a plate of dried peanuts and pushed it in front of Zhao Jiamin. Under the light, the little girl's face flickered, showing no sadness or joy.
"I'm fine." She said softly. Lao Jin and Jin Chuopu were attracted by the host at the moment and turned to watch.
"Let's drink tea." Qiu Huoming picked up the teacup and gestured to Zhao Jiamin.
Zhao Jiamin picked up the cup and took a sip...
At this moment, the host on the scene is standing in the middle of the stage and speaking the opening remarks. The lights on both sides of his head are rotating, making the scene a little more gorgeous.
After the host finished his opening remarks, he began to introduce tonight's guests. The so-called guests are the singers who are preparing to perform on stage.
Qiu Huoming had only seen the music booth scene in the 80s in some short videos before. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.
Jin Chuopu reached for a peanut and listened carefully while peeling the shell.
The host took a step back and said, "Invited, Comrade Luo Wen and Li Huayong from Yangcheng City are on stage. The song he brought today is..." Before he could finish his words, someone from below shouted loudly, "Youth is forever!"
The host smiled and said: "It seems that everyone is familiar with each other. I would like to invite Comrade Li Huayong..."
"Luo Wen?" Qiu Huo knew Luo Wen clearly. He had sung many familiar TV drama theme songs. He had a high status in the Hong Kong music scene.
Who is this Luo Wen from Yangcheng?
The music sounded, and a young man with fluffy hair, bangs combed back, and a suit walked onto the stage to the rhythm.
The prelude suddenly paused, and then the song sounded: "Step together, continue toward the road ahead, don't stop, the years are like water, walk quickly, leaving a wisp of breeze, look at the long river..."
Just listening to his voice sounds really similar to Rowan.
Jin Chuopu said with a smile: "Imitation is the direction that many singers take at the beginning. After they become famous, they can release albums..."
He looked at Lao Jin, "For them, the word fate is even more mysterious. There are few who can become famous in one fell swoop."
"The appearance, musicality, voice and opportunity must be just right. For example, if I come here to listen to music today, if I am satisfied with what I hear, maybe I will sign a contract with him..."
"Uncle Jin, are you planning to open a company in Yangcheng?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"What do you mean by planning to open it? I've already opened it." Jin Chuopu looked proud.
It wasn't a bad idea to show off a little in front of his nephews. Lao Jin didn't stop him, but instead added on, "His record company is on the Ring Road..."
"Of course, his company is just an empty shell right now, with no singers at all." Lao Jin changed the topic and made a point.
Let me tell you a little trivia: there were many celebrities in the Yangcheng Music Teahouse back then, such as Yang Yuying, Mao Ning, Na Ying, Huang Qishan, Li Chunbo...
Time flies, and the Music Teahouse has come to an end, but in 82, it was at its peak and has become a beautiful memory in the hearts of many Laoyangcheng people.