The first batch of albums is about to be released, and Xing Baohua has also taken the time to work with Mr. Li on new songs.

This time, we don't need all 12 songs; 6 will suffice. For the remaining 6, find two songs from the first album, plus a few covers from Hong Kong.

Besides "I Believe" from the Spring Festival Gala, Xing Baohua only needs to compose five more new songs.

My All (Mandarin Version)

English version "isurrender"

These songs were created by Xing Baohua and Grandpa Li after careful consideration.

Especially when thinking of "Farewell", Xing Baohua wanted to use "Treading the Waves" or "Ding Dong".

But in the end, I still think "Separation" is better.

Since it's a knock-off, it should be innovative.

Xing Baohua felt that Zou Wenjuan could give it a shot at the all-English version of "Isurrender." While she couldn't reach the same level as Weng Jie, she could lower the key and sing with a more tender, narrative style.

The essence of this song lies in the dedication and emotion it conveys.

Zou Wenjuan applied for resignation upon returning to central Shandong. Her employer tried to retain her, even though they had already agreed to transfer her employment to the city's song and dance troupe.

The city's song and dance troupe is considering whether to accept him. Despite his fame from appearing on television, the troupe still doesn't care. They treat appearing on television as a daily routine.

After her vacation ended, Zou Wenjuan got busy again, working overtime to meet deadlines.

To protect her voice, Xing Baohua specially prepared some Malva nut (Sterculia lychnophora) for Zou Wenjuan to soak in water and drink.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Li asked Xing Baohua and Zou Wenjuan to sing a duet. Xing Baohua had sung the male version of "Rolling Red Dust" very well back then.

To make up a song, let's change it up and add a tape to make up the number.

Xing Baohua was already too busy to have any time, but Zou Wenjuan acted coquettishly in front of him for the first time, pulling on Xing Baohua's sleeve and heading into the recording studio.

I don't know if that's just how she sounds when she's being affectionate, or if she's deliberately being coquettish: "Come on! Come in!"

Xing Baohua not only got goosebumps all over her body, but she also felt quite unwell.

Her voice struck a chord deep within me; I never knew Zou Wenjuan had this side to her!

Okay, I'll reluctantly join in the singing.

After singing it several times, Xing Baohua kept making mistakes and was not in the right state of mind.

Recording engineer Lin Daorong told Xing Baohua to take a break and reflect on the feeling and emotions of the song.

No one understands his own situation better than Xing Baohua.

He sent someone to buy a case of beer. He drank two bottles first, then opened another one before heading to the recording studio.

He put his arm around Zou Wenjuan's slender waist as she was about to sing.

At first it was quite soft, but gradually I could feel the other person's body stiffen.

His body was tense, making Xing Baohua's embrace very uncomfortable.

"Don't be nervous, relax," Xing Baohua said.

He did find his rhythm, but it affected Zou Wenjuan's mood, causing her to lose her focus.

"Relax, breathe slowly, yes, relax. Why don't you have a bottle too!" Xing Baohua said to Zou Wenjuan in his arms.

If Zou Wenjuan could have a drink with him, that would really give it a karaoke vibe. Isn't this what it means for Xing Baohua to get into the mood? That's the feeling.

It was only during KVT that Xing Baohua could be so unrestrained.

Zou Wenjuan also joined in the drinking, and then the music started, so let's sing along!

What emotion they were in! So invested! They weren't even following the tune on the sheet music. And you know what? The four little kids actually managed to follow their voices perfectly.

The one who suffered the most was the sound engineer, Lin Daorong.

He was busy working on the control panel with both hands outside! Even in this freezing weather, sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Xing Baohua sang with great emotion, pulled over a high stool, and sat down on it.

He let Zou Wenjuan lean on his lap, which was almost like sitting.

It feels good to hug someone, and it feels good to sing along.

After singing it three or five times, the song was finally finished.

I don't know if Zou Wenjuan was drinking or what, but her face was flushed.

Okay, blaming alcohol is the best excuse.

Lin Daorong, who was outside, said to Grandpa Li, "Don't invite this kid to sing next time, he's too tiring."

"I understand," Grandpa Li nodded and said calmly.

Xing Baohua had no idea that the moment he started singing, he trained a million-dollar sound engineer.

George came from Great America.

He brought the patents for North America, but the European patents will have to wait another month. He'll come back then.

When they arrived, they even helped Petermont order thirty more stereo systems.

George even told Xing Baohua that Petermont had opened a stereo store in New York.

Xing Baohua remembered that there were almost forty speakers in the warehouse, so they were going to send out thirty.

That's how it's arranged.

Call Fatty Chicken, come pick up the patent now that you have it, and while you're at it, pay the balance.

Of the initial $3.3 million, only $2 million was paid; the remainder was only paid upon receiving the North American patent.

The days passed by one by one.

Zou Wenjuan's first album is now available.

After selling for three days, I received a phone call to place an order.

Fortunately, Xing Baohua had stocked up on goods, and the first batch of 80,000 tapes was purchased in just three days.

Hurry up and deliver the goods; this is all money!

The remaining stock was all dumped into the distribution channels.

Two hundred thousand cassette tapes! They sold out in a week.

Cash was being carried lavishly into Liu Haibo's house. Money in cardboard boxes was everywhere – on the bed, the sofa, and even on the sofa itself.

Five people spent the entire day counting the money; they had never seen or counted so much money before.

What does it mean to count money until your hands cramp?

Now that I've experienced it all, I don't even want them to come over again.

There was a total of over 700,000 yuan in cash. It included one-yuan notes, five-yuan notes, and ten-yuan notes.

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