National Tide 1980.

Chapter 816

what's up?
In fact, it is very simple to break it, it is nothing more than a little psychological imbalance.

You know, besides Cui Jian, the members of the seven-plywood band, Yang Leqiang, Liu Yuan, Zhou Xiaoming, Wen Bo, An Shaohua, and Li Xiuli are all professional musicians from the Beijing Song and Dance Troupe. call a slip.

And since the opening of Maxim's Restaurant, they started performing here, always covering songs from Europe, America and Japan.

The performance was very effective, and it was very popular among foreigners. It was quite well-known in the circle of foreigners stationed in Beijing.

In terms of stage performance experience, mastery and understanding of foreign pop music, Zhang Qiang cannot be compared with them.

But on the other hand, when it comes to the development speed and rhythm of the music business, these guys are completely incomparable with Zhang Qiang, a little girl.

Although it can't be said that they have been singing for nothing in the past few years, it was obvious that Ning Weimin's summer book fair was on the TV news last year, and it became a small hit.

Relying on that appearance, they also attracted the audiovisual publishing company that was anxious to find newcomers.

Currently, the album under the name of the seven-plywood band, as well as Cui Jian's first solo album, have already been given a thumbs up, and there is a high probability that they will be released this year.

But the problem is that audiovisual publishing houses don't respect their dedication and pursuit of art, and they don't buy it too much.

If they want to come up with an album, they have to listen to others for almost everything they sing and how they sing.

They had to rely on continuous verbal battles, wits and courage, to barely maintain their poor rights and rewards.

On the other hand, Zhang Qiang, a yellow-haired girl with almost no acting experience, was pampered by Ning Weimin like a little princess as soon as she came to Maxim's Restaurant.

It hasn't been two days since I sang in the restaurant, and the solo album is about to be released, and there is no effort or worry at all.

Ning Weimin personally arranged and arranged all the big and small things.

As soon as the cassette was released, the amount was 200 million, and there was almost no limit when recording the album, and Ning Weimin even asked a few of them to support this girl.

At the recording site, Zhang Qiang was allowed to play freely, singing as he wanted.

Why is there such a big difference between this person and another person?
It can't be said that people are more popular than others, but it is enough to make people feel hurt.

Especially when they heard this Qiang's singing style today, they all had an obvious premonition that this tape would be a hit.

Thinking about themselves, the time for recording the album has not yet been set, and the songs they chose are not as good as anyone else, so can they not feel depressed?

The only thing left is to complain about self-pity while drinking, and lament the bad luck while smoking a small cigarette.

It just so happens that they haven't been able to whine about it yet.

One is that the little girl has a really good voice, a good temper, and a sweet mouth, which makes people like her.

Second, Ning Weimin treated them well.

Obviously it's the boss, and they never put on airs when they meet, they are always polite.

I have never forgotten the fat jobs with extra money, and I often invite them to eat and drink.

How could they care about this little girl?

How can you complain to Ning Weimin and blame him for favoring one another?

On the contrary, he seemed to have less air.

Just say that this matter is troublesome, the taste is as bleak as a glass of wine, as bleak as a flower, also sparse, and colorful, in a trance, it seems that tomorrow is lost...

Of course, with Ning Weimin's EQ, it's not hard to guess what's going on from the reactions of the guys in the seven-plywood band.

But to be honest, from his point of view, seeing these people sighing and sighing, he was secretly happy.

Not for anything else, because he has always intentionally included the seven-plywood band, especially Cui Jian, in his pocket.

But the problem is that without comparison, people don't know how to cherish.

Cui Jian and his group, one counts as the other, they are the kind of people who are extremely high-minded, talented and arrogant, and they don't know how difficult life is until they meet obstacles.

What's more, this kid Cui Jian recently hooked up with Song Huagui's daughter Song Xiaohong, and the two began to fall in love.

If you rush to help him and give them a chance, it will make this guy look down on you.

So Ning Weimin has been silently waiting for their bad luck, waiting for the best time to make a move.

He is not afraid of being confused by others, who can see far into the future.

At least this band won't have much success relying on cover songs. If it really wants to become popular, it will have to wait until Cui Jian walks on the correct path of original rock and roll and writes "Nothing".

Then there is still some grinding, it will be almost three years later.

And right now, this is a good opportunity to lay the groundwork and beat them a few times.

It also makes them understand that capital should be respected, and they should be thankful that they have the opportunity to sell themselves for refuge.

Even if you don't call him the patron's father, you have to know how to be humble.

So Ning Weimin entered the performance mode and began to toast.

"Hey, brothers, brothers, thank you for giving me face. You are all masters. This album is going to be recorded. The arrangement and music are probably no worse than imported tapes. Zhang Qiang is going to be really popular. Thanks to everyone. No, I would like to offer a toast to everyone."

When everyone was together, he sincerely said which pot would not be opened and which pot to lift, flattering on the surface, but actually running on it.

"To be honest, compared to Zhang Qiang's tape, I'm more looking forward to the effect of your band's album. When it's released, I'm going to have to say something. I definitely have to buy a thousand or eight hundred copies. Give it away, and give it to you.”

Naturally, these words made the seven band members feel complicated and inexplicable, but no one could not deny his affection.

After all, someone is willing to give them more than 5000 yuan to cheer them up. It is an honor to say it these days.

So they all raised their beer glasses and saluted Ning Weimin again. After the toast, some people couldn't help but started to complain.

"Mr. Ning, that's what happened with our album. What we met was a bunch of idiot boys who didn't understand anything, and they were so stubborn. Even if they do things, they have to be half as generous as you. Our brothers I know enough..."

"That's right, among other things, the songs you chose for Zhang Qiang are better than ours. You have a higher degree of freedom in arranging the songs. You can play whatever you want, and then add the mixing effect at the end. It will be recorded in stereo. There is no cure. Absolutely domestic. The title in the tape. It’s a pity that we are not lucky, the audio-visual publishing house we are looking for is reluctant to invest so much and use such a good recording studio to record for us..."

"Fuck, it's still undecided. I don't think it will be recorded in half a year. If someone else sings those songs first, the fucking cucumbers will be cold. Isn't it like this now? Who will do the cover first Who cares. Mr. Ning, to be honest, it would be great if you released an album for us..."

The last rainbow fart also triggered a unison of "Ah..."

Ning Weimin became more and more happy. Seeing that it was almost time for fire, he began to talk cheap words to buy people's hearts.

"You guys think highly of me too. I am inexperienced and don't understand music, so I'm a real layman. To be honest, I'm just reckless. If I make an album for you, I'm afraid I'll ruin your talent. It was only when I met a girl like Zhang Qiang who has an excellent voice and is not too demanding, that I had the courage to give it a try."

"But it doesn't matter, we all have accumulated some experience and foundation. If we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future, the effect may be even better. For example, this time, the brothers work hard. Zhang Qiang's album is going to be really popular and sold. Money comes. I also have the confidence, strength, and experience to support my brothers. Is this the reason? The album, it will not be easy to come up with it by then?"

"Don't think so far, let's just say that when Zhang Qiang can't use the studio, the brothers can continue to use it, and come up with a few song demos to listen to. If the album released by the audiovisual company is strong It’s unsatisfactory, you can still show it to them for comparison, to prove your true strength.”

When he said this, all the members of the seven-ply board became interested, "Are you serious? Do you really want to pay us to produce an album? Can this extra studio time really be used by us?"

Ning Weimin nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, I'm so familiar with you, can I still lie to you? But I said in my heart, there are too many cover songs now, although most people are imitating Liu Wenzheng and Teresa Teng, we can cover Europe, America, Japan, and more. Improve the level. But it’s a bit vulgar and a waste of your talent to pick up tapes alone. Because you have the strength, I think you shouldn’t be like little girls, singing other people’s songs like this. You should still Write your own songs and let the public understand your musical language. Then I am definitely willing to help you, it is my duty."

He said this intentionally to Cui Jian, as expected.

Because of stuttering, Cui Jian, who had developed an introverted personality, finally spoke up.

"I, I just recently wrote a song. Would you like to listen to it?"

"Of course, Cui, what song?" Ning Weimin looked forward with great interest, hoping to hear those familiar song titles from Cui Jian's mouth.

If it was "A Piece of Red Cloth", "Nothing", or "Girl in the Flower House" or something, then he really planned to spare no expense to grab this big piece of meat.

It's a pity, it still backfired, Cui Jian replied, "I, my temporary name for this song is, yes, it's "Tough Journey"..."

It's tough enough.

But Ning Weimin was disappointed, no matter what he said, he had to continue to pretend to be interested, so as to sell as many favors as possible
Anyway, if you are close to the water, you will get the moon first. As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle.

He is still confident that one day, sooner or later, he will hold both Cui Jian and Zhang Qiang in his hands, and win the two brightest stars in the 80s mainland music scene.

(End of this chapter)