After a night of fermentation, the two songs released by CCTV exploded.
The next day, all the major newspapers were filled with praise.
Playing one song is normal, but playing two songs is rare.
Fortunately, artist Gu Yi also sang two songs at the important gala to brighten things up.
As National Day approaches, two uplifting songs ignite the passion in people's hearts.
Among the various official media outlets that praised Xing Baohua, several media outlets also noticed the name Xing Baohua, realizing that the two songs were by the same person.
who is he?
At this point, who cares who he is? Didn't you see they were all lining up to sing songs?
Keep up with the team and maintain formation.
Fortunately, there were no paparazzi at that time, otherwise Xing Baohua's childhood bedwetting incident would have been exposed.
Xing Baohua spends an ordinary yet busy day.
I arrived at the electronics factory a little late.
Teacher Cheng and Teacher Ren were already waiting for him. There was a girl in the office, so even if the two teachers had arrived earlier, they wouldn't have gone in to wait.
Xing Baohua invited them in, and Teacher Cheng said that Xing Baohua had set off a big bang.
He said with a smile, "I guess it won't be long before the whole country knows you?"
"Let's forget about it! It was just a coincidence. My intention wasn't in that way, and I don't want to make a living from that," Xing Baohua said against his will.
Now he's hoping to make some money by producing some cassette tapes so he can improve his business.
The publishing house shareholders get a smaller share of the profits, but the production costs for his lyrics and band are calculated separately; otherwise, he would put more effort into it.
It's quite tiring running around all this time.
After exchanging pleasantries with Teacher Cheng, Xing Baohua got busy. If nothing unexpected happened today, he estimated he could finish.
The phone rang just a few minutes after I turned it on and typed a few words. Xing Baohua asked Teacher Cheng to answer it for him.
"Is it for you?" Teacher Cheng answered the phone and, after a few words, addressed Xing Baohua.
Left with no other option, Xing Baohua got up, picked up the phone, and asked, "Who is it?"
Who else could it be but Li Wengang?
"I have good news for you, you've done a great job," Li Wengang said happily.
But Xing Baohua wasn't happy at all; he just wanted to finish what he was doing. There was still a little bit left; couldn't he wait until he finished typing that string of codes before talking about anything else exciting?
"Let's settle for cash," Xing Baohua said softly.
"You silly child, why are you so busy! Take some time to come over." Li Wen's good mood was ruined by Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua put down the phone and saw Teacher Cheng smile at him slightly. He shrugged and returned to his seat.
"Xiao Xing! Why aren't you happy after making a contribution?" Teacher Cheng said.
"I'm so young, I really don't want to be famous. You know the saying, 'People are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat.' I'd rather just focus on developing my factory," Xing Baohua replied.
As the two were talking, just as Xing Baohua was about to type a few words, Xiao Bomei came over and said, "Brother Hua, someone is coming to see you."
"This is just one piece of nonsense after another. Can't a person have a moment's peace?" He slammed his keyboard down as he spoke.
In the eyes of Teacher Cheng and Teacher Ren, this is just childishness and a lack of composure.
Xing Baohua went outside and saw that the person was tall and thin, carrying a guitar bag. He was wearing a black shirt, jeans, and chunky leather shoes.
Her hair was long and tied back like a ponytail.
From behind, you'd definitely think it was a woman; from the front, well... never mind.
As I continued reading, I was reminded of that "Sister Ruhua" (a character from a popular Chinese novel).
A man in his thirties might be fine with an artistic style, but dressing like this is just frightening. Luckily it was daytime; if it were nighttime, anyone who saw him would either run away in terror or be ready to grab a brick.
"Hello! Are you Factory Director Xing? I was introduced by Factory Director Lu. My name is Wang Weibao, and I come from Guangdong."
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This person, dressed in unusual clothes and with an unusual appearance, introduced himself.
Xing Baohua has seen many people like this, of course, only in photos and news reports.
"I am Xing Baohua. You can call me Hua Zi or Hua Zai. Welcome to Central Shandong," Xing Baohua said to Wang Weibao.
The two shook hands upon their first meeting. Xiao Bo, watching from the side, inexplicably felt a chill run down her spine at their handshake, and quickly rubbed her arm, exclaiming "Ew!"
The newcomer was quite unusual, and everyone in the factory came to gather around and look. Even Liu Quan walked up to Xing Baohua and whispered, "Why is there someone who's neither male nor female? She looks like a demon!"
"What do you know! That's called artistic performance. Artists are all unconventional," Xing Baohua said.
Wang Weibao seemed unconcerned about those stares, and even seemed to enjoy their gazes.
Seemingly hearing the sound of musical instruments, he asked Xing Baohua, "Can I start working now? Where are they?"
Xing Baohua nodded and said, "Come with me."
As they walked, Xing Baohua added, "They used to practice in the factory, but it was too noisy. I had them practice outdoors so they could enjoy the beauty of nature and feel its warmth."
Xing Baohua chased the people out, then spoke in a sanctimonious manner, trying to glorify himself.
“Your idea is good; it naturally comes from within, and it’s even more touching to the soul,” Wang Weibao followed up.
Xing Baohua curled her lip, thinking to herself, "Soul? That's more like letting yourself go!"
Walking along the factory wall, Xing Baohua asked, "Have you been exposed to heavy metals?"
"You mean rock music? I've been exposed to it! I also trained a band under Director Lu, but they leaned towards electronic music, like disco," Wang Weibao said.
“My people can play all sorts of Chinese and Western musical instruments, but not electric instruments. Your job is to teach them how to play them, all sorts of things, including heavy metal chords. The really, really hardcore kind,” Xing Baohua said.
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