Call out "Uncle" and go through the door first.
Seeing that Zou Wenjuan looked somewhat haggard, he asked, "What happened?"
"It's nothing!" Zou Wenjuan hadn't slept well for two days either, and was also thinking about Xing Baohua.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the equipment first."
“I…I don’t want to go anymore,” Zou Wenjuan said.
Xing Baohua's heart skipped a beat, wondering what was going on. Had he gone too far in his deception?
I've prepared the cutting board, pots, pans, and all that food, just waiting for you to cook it! Are you trying to run away?
He quickly said, "It's not like I'm selling you out. It's just singing a few songs. Think about it, with such good sound equipment and such good recording conditions, all we're doing is exchanging your voice. Aren't you satisfied? Besides, I have a lot of tapes of various Chinese and foreign stars. You can listen to whoever you want."
After saying that, he pointed to the tape recorder on the table and said, "Look at your tape recorder, it doesn't play well either. I'll get you an imported one later."
Perhaps nothing else moved this person, but the cassette tape did. Cassette tapes weren't cheap back then; if you wanted to listen to a song, you had to save up to buy it.
When Zou's mother saw Xing Baohua and her daughter leave, she said to Zou's father, "They've made a deal; they went out to play over the weekend."
“If this kid ever comes in empty-handed again, don’t let him in anymore. He doesn’t understand any manners,” said Mr. Zou.
If a prospective son-in-law visits his future father-in-law's house without bringing something as a gift, the neighbors will laugh at him.
Mr. Zou was also worried about saving face.
However, Xing Baohua had another conflicting appointment: his father had asked his cousin to come to his house and wait. Xing's father couldn't find the director; he'd gone to the dormitory and the workshop twice, but no one had seen him, and they had no idea where he was.
His cousin had no choice but to wait at his house, since he had nothing else to do at home anyway.
Xing Baohua brought Zou Wenjuan to the publishing house, where Lin Daorong was already waiting.
It's a pity that Grandpa Li isn't here. If he were, Xing Baohua would have made him practice his music.
I don't know why Xing Baohua was so sure that Grandpa Li could read sheet music, but actually Lin Daorong and Zou Wenjuan could too.
He just hadn't expected it.
When Xing Baohua brought Zou Wenjuan, he told her to bring her own musical instrument, which was the same guitar.
While they were making preparations, Liu Haibo and the others arrived. When they saw Zou Wenjuan's appearance, they were all surprised; they hadn't expected Xing Baohua to find such a beautiful woman. Who's going to arrange a marriage for them?
Actually, Xing Baohua had another selfish motive: to protect Zou Wenjuan first. These three second-generation rich kids were no good people. He would feel bad if one of them took away such a good catch.
"My blind date is Zou Wenjuan," Xing Baohua introduced her, letting the other three know who she was. They all knew Xing Baohua had a girlfriend, Su Ya. They also learned Zou Wenjuan had a boyfriend from him. But they didn't know who it was.
Hearing Xing Baohua's introduction, Zou Wenjuan frowned slightly, feeling that there was nothing wrong with what he said. It was just that something felt off.
"Wenjuan, go through your best song first, let's hear how it sounds," Xing Baohua said. He was deliberately creating a false impression of intimacy by calling her that.
Fortunately, Zou Wenjuan didn't react much and took her guitar to the soundproof room.
Those outside could see inside through the large glass window and saw Zou Wenjuan standing in front of the microphone.
Lin Daorong powered on the equipment; everything was ready.
Small towns have many stories
Full of joy and happiness
If you come to the small town
"I've gained so much..."
Zou Wenjuan sang Deng Jie's "Small Town Story" while playing the piano herself. She didn't try to imitate it intentionally, but rather sang it according to her own voice.
Liu Haibo and the others even gave Xing Baohua a thumbs up. She's beautiful, has a beautiful voice—how did Xing Baohua manage to get her?
Liu Haibo showed the completed contract to Xing Baohua. If there were no problems, they could sign it accordingly.
The general idea didn't go beyond the framework set by Xing Baohua; that was the gist of it, but nobody understood the specifics of how it was implemented.
Brokerage contracts are all prestigious things. Who in China has ever done that before?!
You have to figure this out gradually.
The rest of the things were beyond the understanding of the others, so they just watched. Lin Daorong and the other two guys started to get involved and record.
In fact, this kind of recording is just for testing purposes, recording a tape to listen to the effect, and it is not a real production recording.
Xing Baohua asked Zhang Taoming, "I remember you had a Sanyo tape recorder over there, didn't you?"
"have"
"I'm going to give it to her," Xing Baohua said, adding that this was also to get all the equipment for Zou Wenjuan. Otherwise, she might really run away; she's a future cash cow!
Zhang Taoming nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you the cost price. Even brothers should keep clear accounts."
Liu Haibo said, "It's already generous of Hua Zi to sell the person to our publishing house, so it's enough to make him pay more. It'll be fine if we go through the publishing house's accounts."
He then added, "The cost of the audio equipment is also considered part of the publisher's budget, but we can't pay you now. We'll talk about it when we make a profit."
A moment later, after Zou Wenjuan came out, Xing Baohua stepped forward and said, "You rest for a while. I've prepared the contract for you. Just sign the contract and wait to count the money."
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