After struggling for a long time, Wan Feng finally found the feeling and began to play the prelude. After a flowing prelude, the singing began to flow.
The evening breeze blows gently over Penghu Bay
White waves chasing the beach
There are no coconut trees adorning the setting sun
Just a piece of blue sea
Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, fantasizing over and over again
There are two and a half pairs of footprints on the beach at dusk
…
After the song was finished, warm applause broke out in the room.
"I didn't expect Director Wan to play guitar so well."
"Really? The factory director looks good when he sings... what's good about that?"
"To use the words of our Factory Director Luan, it's bad luck!" someone explained.
Wan Feng was completely annoyed. How could Luan Feng still be so unlucky? He was so handsome, okay?
"It's really handsome! Handsome means good-looking! Do you understand? Remember, it's handsome, not unattractive!"
It's so fucking hard dealing with these women.
"Director Wan is so handsome! Can you sing another one?"
"Sing 'Country Road' again."
"After singing "Country Road", sing "Pastoral Song"
“And then sing…”
Human hearts are higher than heaven. After becoming an emperor, one wants to become an immortal. Before this song even begins, the female workers have already arranged a long program for Wan Feng.
Am I holding a concert?
If I were to hold a concert and sell tickets, I wonder if I could sell them?
Others may not know, but the female workers in the garment factory should buy it. If anyone doesn’t buy it, her wages will be deducted. Humph!
Wan Feng sang another song "Pastoral Song"
This song appeared in Hunan and Hong Kong in 1980, but the recording didn't appear until last year, which shows how unpopular Mandarin songs are in Hunan and Hong Kong.
After singing "Pastoral Song of the Wilderness", Wan Feng was determined not to sing anymore. If he sang again, the workers on the day shift would definitely ask him to continue singing after work, and it would be like he was really holding a concert.
"Sing later. When you have learned enough, I will teach you many, many beautiful songs."
The female workers obviously hadn't heard enough. Although the boss was not good-looking, he had a really good voice and his singing seemed to be no worse than those on the tape recorder.
But since the boss didn't want to sing anymore, they had to break up.
These musical instruments need someone to take good care of them, otherwise these mountain cat beasts will probably tear them apart in a few days.
Wan Feng believes that Jiang Min is the best candidate.
Jiang Min is a quiet, reserved person. Though quiet, she possesses a strong artistic bent. She enjoys reading and often hums to herself. She has a beautiful voice and even played the waist drum in elementary school.
What would it be like if she played the timpani?
Hahaha, that must be a very sensational scene.
According to Luan Feng, Jiang Min also secretly wrote something line by line on paper, but she didn't know what was written and she couldn't understand it.
Probably writing poetry.
I didn’t expect Jiang Min to be a hipster.
There are still many young literary people from the 1980s.
Wan Feng was also like this in his previous life. From 1992 to 1995, when he was working in an auto parts factory, he also wrote those whining things, published tofu blocks in Bohai Daily, and received an award from a magazine in the capital.
Wan Feng believes that there must be a group of girls like this in the garment factory.
Since there is such a group, how about starting a small publication based on Jiangwei?
It is also very interesting to give these people a chance to turn their own words into lead type.
The biggest dream of young literary people is to have their words turned into lead type.
Wan Feng felt that they should be given such an opportunity.
This is a good idea. Apply for a publication number and start a small magazine similar to Beiliao Youth, using a 32-page format, mainly publishing articles by local authors and publishing various new people and new things about Jiangwei.
Of course you have to pay for the manuscript.
This will definitely result in losses in the early stages, but once you develop enough advertising revenue, you will be able to break even.
Wan Feng didn't expect this thing to make money or anything, as long as it could break even. He hoped that this small publication would become a platform to promote Jiang Wei.
Paper media still has another twenty years of golden age before it will be replaced by the Internet in two thousand years.
A lot can be done in these twenty years.
I wonder if Jiang Min can bring this matter up?
Wan Feng found Jiang Min when he got off work.
"Sister Min, I have something to discuss with you, Feng'er! Support Sister Min to prevent her from falling down due to the blow."
Jiang Min rolled her eyes at Wan Feng and said, "Am I really that weak?"
"I was thinking about something just now. I've decided that starting tomorrow you will no longer be in charge of the factory's production management. Li Erman will be in charge of production."
Jiang Min's face was a little pale, but she said nothing and just bit her lips.
"Don't feel disappointed. This isn't to say you're bad at production management. I just want to give you a position where you can make the most of your talents."
"Hey, if you have something to say, please just say it quickly. Why are you still breathing so heavily?" Luan Feng was dissatisfied. She didn't like people keeping things in suspense. If anyone spoke to her in a secretive way, she would want to slap him.
"I want Sister Min to be in charge of the garment factory workers' amateur cultural life. Of course, you won't be leaving your job. You can still work as usual and use your spare time to manage these things. The factory will give you a small salary."
Jiang Min was not thinking about the reward.
"Managing cultural life? What does that even mean?"
"Come!"
Wan Feng brought Jiang Min and Luan Feng to the activity room of the garment factory.
In the past, this activity room only had a TV and a dozen rows of long chairs, but now there is a large piece of furniture similar to a wardrobe in the corner.
Wan Feng opened the cabinet and found the musical instruments he bought this afternoon.
"Are we forming a yangko troupe?" Luan Feng said quickly.
Wan Feng squinted his eyes at Luan Feng and asked, "Does your yangko team use erhu, guitar, or keyboard?"
"No need? I don't think it's useless."
This is another weird idea. Yangge dance mainly involves gongs, drums and suona. Amid the clanging sounds of gongs and drums, what role can the erhu and guitar play?
"Our factory now has over two hundred people. It won't be long before another group of people arrives to implement a three-shift system. With so many more people, the employees' leisure and cultural life must also keep up. We can't let these workers, especially the female workers who live in the factory, have nothing to do in their spare time. I think the factory's employees' leisure and cultural life must also keep up with the pace of development. I bought these musical instruments this afternoon, and I'll leave them to you to manage."
“Just manage these things?”
"Managing these instruments is only one aspect of our business. I will hire some teachers to teach you how to play these instruments. Once you've mastered them, we'll form our own performance team and a model team."
"Motorcycle team?"
Luan Feng is now completely obsessed with motorcycles.
"It's a model, not a motorcycle!"
"Sounds about the same."
There is a huge difference. One walks on wheels and the other walks on two legs. What do they have in common?
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