Back at the guesthouse, around five o'clock, Su Ya and I played around in the room for a while.

This was also a rare opportunity for free time. I thoroughly researched several methods for making egg pancakes.

"I'm going back in a couple of days. If I delay any longer, I'm afraid my mom will call and ask about my grandpa, which would be troublesome. I've already told him I'm going home," Su Ya said, still wearing her clothes, a blush still lingering on her face.

Xing Baohua pulled up his pants and said, "Okay! I'll come find you when I get back. Anyway, you know about the factory now. If you need anything, just come to the factory to find me, or call me using the factory's phone."

"Then I'll go back tomorrow afternoon."

“I’ll have Liu Quan pick you up at the station,” Xing Baohua said.

The two chatted in the room for a while, then went out to call Wang Weibao and Zou Wenjuan to go out for dinner.

We had street-side barbecue, and afterwards we came back to watch TV.

The program's impact was predictable, creating a huge sensation.

Even in the middle of Shandong, Mr. Zou would watch TV after dinner.

Around 9:30, the TV series I usually watch finished airing, and I randomly switched channels and ended up on the provincial channel.

The program for the evening was still a symphony orchestra. Perhaps influenced by my daughter, listening to music is a good idea.

Who knew that the person who came out of the next show looked exactly like her own daughter.

The only problem is that her style of dress is a bit unconventional, which I find quite irritating.

When we called Zou's mother over to recognize her, she was so shocked that she didn't even dare to recognize her own daughter, who had appeared on TV without a word.

As soon as she opened her mouth, I knew it was my daughter. Not only did her voice sound like hers, but I had also heard the songs she sang before.

"Tell me, you didn't even say a word before going on TV. None of the neighbors knew," Mr. Zou complained.

“There are only a few people in the neighborhood! This is the provincial TV station; everyone in the province will know your daughter,” said Zou’s mother.

"Do you think Xiao Xing might have gone along too?" Aunt Zou asked again, turning her head.

"Probably! Those two kids never tell their families anything," said Mr. Xing, his eyes glued to the television.

The encore performance after her song thrilled Mr. Zou. His daughter was on the verge of stardom! The encore meant the audience loved her.

"Do you think our daughter will have a chance to perform on CCTV's gala this year?" Zou's mother asked.

"Don't even think about it, what level is that! I don't know who they had to pull strings to get on stage this time. Hmm, doesn't that look like Xiao Xing?" As he was speaking, the camera panned to the side of the stage, and Zou's father seemed to recognize Xing Baohua talking to someone dressed in green.

Although it was a black and white television, you could still tell from its style that it was dressed in green.

He pointed to something and said to Aunt Zou, "Looks like Xiao Xing pulled some strings after all!"

"That's right! Becoming a workshop director at such a young age means he has very strong connections!" said Aunt Zou.

The cultural performance was a success, becoming a hit within the province. But no one expected CCTV to add fuel to the fire by broadcasting it the very next day. Although it wasn't during prime time, the ratings were still quite high!

Subsequently, various provincial TV stations also began broadcasting the program.

Zou Wenjuan became known to audiences across the country almost without her knowledge.

Some media outlets even wrote that he was the number one rock musician in China.

The fire of Fire Roses must be making those who make a living by selling reissues regretful!

Why hasn't the cassette tape been released yet?! They didn't even remind us to record it in advance. Now we've missed the market opportunity.

Liu Haibo and his friends weren't stupid, of course; everyone in the industry was looking for tapes of Fire Rose.

I'm asking around everywhere, trying to find someone who has a cassette tape, and I'm willing to pay a high price for

"Brother Bo, how about we call Hua Zi and have him come back and record a song first?" Zhang Taoming suggested.

"No, he's sharper than us. He probably figured it out a long time ago! Damn, thank goodness the equipment he used produces 5,000 tapes a day. Otherwise, we'd be heartbroken just watching the money slip through our fingers."

"I'm heartbroken now. I didn't get the tape to flip it!"

Sun Changjie said, "Why are you flipping through tapes? We're original creators, selling genuine tapes. I'm going to the provincial capital tonight to see if Hua Zi needs any help there."

"Let's go together. Let him lead the charge, and we'll provide logistical support from behind. If any bastard dares to touch him, it's like touching my money bag. We'll make sure they're wiped out!"

That evening, Xing Baohua and Grandpa Li quickly put together a song called "Donbas Behind Us," which was very suitable for Dalia, who came from the Ukrainian Union.

Adding Kira from Deburg, they form a combination.

After finishing this piece, Xing Baohua asked Grandpa Li to make another copy so that the electric band could practice it the next day.

It was late, so they didn't let Grandpa Li go back. He rested on another bed in Xing Baohua's room.

The next day, Xing Baohua sent everyone to the symphony orchestra, and then went to the filming location in Kuangshan.

Seeing that Dalia and Kiva were idle, he beckoned them over. He handed them the sheet music and let them discuss how to sing it.

"I hope you learn it quickly. My band has already started practicing. I'll try to help you record it in a few days," Xing Baohua said.

"It's unbelievable that you've created such a great song so quickly," Kiva said, covering her mouth.

"Alright, I hope you can master it as soon as possible." After Xing Baohua finished speaking, he glanced at Dalia, who was still looking down at the sheet music.

This person was observing very carefully, and it seemed they hadn't heard what Xing Baohua had just said.

Xing Baohua touched his nose and told Jiwa that he was going back first.

Back at the symphony orchestra, as soon as we parked the car, we saw a foreigner saying something to Zou Wenjuan and Su Ya. There was also a male translator nearby, seemingly translating.

Xing Baohua walked over, her face looking very unwell.

The other party arrived quickly and had already made contact with Zou Wenjuan. I don't know what they were talking about, but it didn't really matter; it was all about beautiful images of money.

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