After listening to Xing Baohua's words, Zou Wenjuan walked over and picked up the microphone. She waited a moment for the rhythm, then found a suitable point to cut in.
Unconsciously, the city's history
I have remembered your smile.
Red Heart, Blue Sky
It is the beginning of life
..."
The voice was melodious and pleasant, and even used a little technique.
Teacher Li patted the dirt off his bottom, walked over, and closed his eyes to listen.
Wang Weibao stroked his chin, listened for a while, and then frowned slightly.
Su Ya stood beside Xing Baohua, listening to the lyrics, and said softly, "It's very nice."
Xing Baohua turned her head and smiled slightly at her, without saying anything more.
I glanced at her and then at the expressions of the two experts, and I knew in my heart that the song still had some problems, but I didn't know if it was the band or Zou Wenjuan's side.
The song is over.
Grandpa Li was the first to applaud, then turned to Xing Baohua and said, "Where did you find him? He's quite good."
Wang Weibao didn't speak, but went to talk to the band, probably to discuss any off-key notes or other flaws.
"Have they practiced all the pieces?" Xing Baohua asked Grandpa Liu.
"Do you really think they're gods? It's already impressive that they can learn this song in just two days," said Grandpa Li.
"Zou Wenjuan, try out the guitar. If you don't understand something, ask quickly," Xing Baohua said, pointing to an electric guitar as he watched Zou Wenjuan still holding the microphone.
Su Ya asked Xing Baohua in a low voice, "How did you end up in a band?"
"It's a long story. At first, I wanted to make some cassette tapes to sell with my audio equipment. Later, Liu Haibo got some machines to sell cassette tapes and also took over an audio publishing house. It just snowballed, so I had to get a band to compose songs and sell them!" Xing Baohua explained in the shortest possible way.
"Hehe, you're really something," Su Ya said with a smile.
"If possible, please don't tell men how great you are. Of course, you can tell me, but don't cling to them."
After Xing Baohua finished speaking, Su Ya looked completely bewildered, not understanding what he meant at all. She even blinked, staring at Xing Baohua's face. The implication was clear: Explain yourself!
With so many people, it's really hard for Xing Baohua to explain.
Young girls who haven't experienced much in life just don't understand! If I slap their butts later, will they turn around and yell: What are you doing?
This is a headache! I'll have to teach them later.
Seeing Zou Wenjuan awkwardly holding the electric guitar, Xing Baohua smiled slightly and said, "Just do it the way you usually practice guitar."
"It's very heavy!"
“She’ll get used to it. Hey, Teacher Wang, give her some pointers.” Xing Baohua said, then directed Wang Weibao to teach Zou Wenjuan how to play the electric guitar.
Fortunately, we managed to get Zou Wenjuan to come over today. If she had come tomorrow, I don't know how we would have gotten along.
I told Zou Wenjuan to bring an electric guitar home to practice that evening. She has a stereo system at home anyway, so she can practice more when she has free time.
Siluke
There was nothing going on here, so I pulled Suya back.
Walking in the fields, if it weren't for the factory next door, it would really feel like a pastoral life.
When Xing Baohua returned to his office, someone was already waiting for him at the door.
He introduced himself as an employee of Chenguang Factory, who came with the truck. His implication was that he wanted Xing Baohua to settle the payment for the goods.
"Wait a moment, I'll go check the boards first." Then he said to Su Ya, "Are you coming with me to the workshop, or will you wait for me in the office?"
"I'll follow you," Su Ya said softly.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "Well, they've really gotten tired of each other."
Then let's go together.
Upon arriving at the workshop, I asked Liu Quan how the boards looked and whether he had done any spot checks.
"I've tested it with a multimeter, and there are no problems so far," Liu Quan said.
"That's good. Install the existing chips and test them. Also, two more batches of goods are arriving this afternoon, including casings and paper packaging. Install the casings on those too and try them out," Xing Baohua instructed again.
"Okay," Liu Quan nodded in agreement.
It's just a short walk back from the workshop. Xing Baohua immediately thought about how to shoot an advertisement; he needed to get ads on provincial and national TV stations.
Let's run the ads for a few more days while the central bank's advertising rates are cheap. Who should we contact to get in touch with the central bank?
Go back and ask Li Wengang what the relationship was between the previous two songs, and see if the advertisements can also follow this route.
Back in the office, I signed the papers and had Xiaobo settle the bill for the boards.
Seeing Xing Baohua busy, Su Ya didn't disturb him. She obediently went into the office to find a place to sit and even poured him some water.
Xiao Bo Mei saw this, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything.
A moment later, Zou Wenjuan ran over, and Xing Baohua looked at her and asked, "Didn't I tell you to practice the piano over there? Why did you come back?"
“You, I’m a grown woman. Where do you put me? I don’t know anyone here,” Zou Wenjuan said.
"..."
Feeling helpless, Xing Baohua thought she had enough to worry about.
He said, "That's your band! You'll get to know them eventually, won't you? They'll be serving you, and you'll have to have a good rapport with them. If you're like this, what's the point of having a band at all!"
"The one with the braid was just staring at me."
“As long as no one lays a hand on you, people will watch you. A lot of people watch you when you go on stage. You need to get used to being watched. Aren’t you a teacher? Will you feel comfortable when students watch you? If you were singing on the street and a crowd gathered around you, would you be able to drop your instrument and run away?” Xing Baohua questioned.
"No, that's not what I meant! I..."
"What do you mean, 'what ... what else do you want to look at?'"
Wang Weibao didn't give off a good first impression. Perhaps he was a little nearsighted, because he always squinted when he looked at people.
Xing Baohua had noticed this before. Wang Weibao also had to get close to see things.
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