I really don't want to be red

Chapter 112 Free Use
Songs were playing in a loop on the stereo, and more and more people gathered outside the door.

All yellow skin, black hair, black eyes.

Everyone stood quietly and listened to the song at the beginning, and their eyes were red with little effort.

The melody of this song is easy to remember, and the lyrics are catchy.

After playing it two or three times, someone will be able to hum along.

I especially remember the lyrics to the climax.

"The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, and the Yellow River are very important in my heart..."

"No matter when, no matter where, my heart is the same..."

At first, some people responded in a low voice, and then everyone sang together.

The gray-haired old man burst into tears, and the young man burst into tears.

The simplest feelings can be seen clearly from everyone's face.

The photographer was crying while shooting, this kind of scene is really shocking.

This song sang many things that overseas Xiazhou people have been dreaming about.

In the end, hundreds of people gathered in front of the restaurant.

These people did not obstruct the traffic and all gathered in front of the restaurant.

The photographer took pictures for ten minutes.

Wiping away his tears, he said to Zhou Changzhong: "Are you still filming?"

Zhou Changzhong nodded and said, "Shoot it."

These shots are the best treasures, more convincing than all the other shots put together.

The tears on everyone's face are the best proof, and the taste of hometown is what flows into the mouth.

At this time, the shop owner inside had already discovered that something was wrong outside.

what's the situation?Gathering so many people, is this going to cause trouble?

He hurried out to look, but saw that everyone was standing quietly with tears in their eyes.

He also froze when he heard the song again.

Countless fragments flashed through my mind, and memories emerged.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper turned his head and went back. After the loop was played, the singing never sounded again.

The people outside woke up like a dream, and someone opened the door and entered the restaurant.

"Waiter, here is a fish-flavored shredded pork, and a bowl of rice, by the way, can you pass me the song you just played?" The middle-aged man was carrying a briefcase, well-dressed, and dressed like a successful person.

The boss heard it and came out from the back hall to greet the guests.

Then he said: "Brother, I'll treat you to this meal, and I'll send you the song when I leave."

"Don't, your food has a price, but this song is priceless..."

The boss waved his hand, "Don't be polite to me, I've invited you for this meal."

The middle-aged man nodded, and no longer declined.

The boss walked up to Zhou Changzhong and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I made my own decisions. Today's dinner is my treat."

Zhou Changzhong quickly said, "It's not that serious!"

"Listen to me!" The boss pushed Zhou Changzhong down on the seat and said, "I'm a rough person, and I don't know what to say, so I think this song is really good, and it can represent the mood of us overseas wanderers. As the dude said, this song is priceless to us..."

"So, don't be polite to me about this matter today. There will be accidents if there are too many people gathering here in Xizhou, so I turned off the song, otherwise I can play it on loop for a whole day!"

Zhou Changzhong nodded, expressing his understanding.

There is a law in Xizhou, which expressly prohibits crowds from gathering.

The boss said a few more words, and went to the back to cook.

At this time, guests came in one after another outside the door.

After ordering the meal, they all asked to pass on a copy of the song to us.

The waiter took the boss's instructions and began to take the boss's mobile phone and send songs to customers one by one.

And explain to them that this song was brought by Zhou Changzhong from China.

Many guests came to chat with him.

Some people who have been away from home for more than ten or 20 years, when talking to him, are even more tearful, and their feelings are difficult for themselves.

All of this was recorded by the photographer.

This is the most realistic scene, which is better than the ones filmed in roadside interviews.

From their casual words, one can feel the deep yearning for Xia Zhou.

Soon, the food is on the table.

The table was full, and the boss picked up all the good ones, including lobster, abalone, sea cucumber and fish maw, none of which were left behind.

Zhou Changzhong felt embarrassed.

The boss didn't come out at the back, and he was too embarrassed to go behind.

In any case, this is also a good intention, but there are too many dishes.

During the meal, the boss personally delivered a bottle of wine.

Zhou Changzhong expressed his thanks again and again, the boss was a simple and honest man, he smiled and didn't say much, drank two drinks with him, and then went back to work.

Zhou Changzhong felt very sorry, and put the money on the bar after eating.

When the waiter chased them out, they had already driven away.

Along the way, no one spoke much.

During the previous filming, they were also moved, but it was far less intense than this time.

But this time, they deeply felt the homesickness of overseas Xiazhou people, which turned out to be so strong.

The photographer said: "Boss, will you still shoot tomorrow?"

Zhou Changzhong shook his head and said, "I'm not going to shoot anymore, let's catch the plane back home tonight, get the film out quickly, especially edit the last two paragraphs carefully."

Speaking of this, Zhou Changzhong suddenly remembered something.

He called Gu Yuankai first.

"Old Gu, give me An Ran's phone number!"

"Why? Of course it's about the use of copyright for songs. Is it possible that I still use other people's songs for nothing?"

"Go away, stop talking nonsense, I don't know how to apply if I don't have enough money? No matter how bad it is, I'll pay for it myself!"

"what?"

"How much did you say? 500 million..."

"Fuck..."

Zhou Changzhong was so frightened that he was stunned. Just now Gu Yuankai told him that he wrote a song for a movie, worth 500 million.

If he really pays for it out of his own pocket, he will go bankrupt!
This is a documentary he made, and the production cost is not high. If it was not produced overseas, the cost would have to be reduced.

500 million for one song!
It's too scary.

Gu Yuankai hung up the phone and quickly sent him An Ran's phone number.

Zhou Changzhong looked at the phone, gritted his teeth and dialed it. No matter what, the right to use this song will be taken.

The call was connected quickly.

The voice on the other side was puzzled, "Hello, who is it?"

"Excuse me, is this Teacher An Ran?" Zhou Changzhong's tone was full of respect, not to mention anything else, this song alone deserves his respect.

"Hehe, why don't you dare to be a teacher? Who are you!"

"That's how it is. I'm Zhou Changzhong, the director of the documentary film crew of Overseas Wanderers. We want to buy the right to use your song "My Chinese Heart". How much is it?"

Then Zhou Changzhong said again: "It was introduced by Gu Yuankai..."

An Ran suddenly realized, "Director Zhou, hello, hello, the right to use the song is licensed to you for free!"

Zhou Changzhong thought he heard it wrong, so he pressed the phone in excitement.

He just didn't respond.

The photographer next to him saw that his expression was wrong, and whispered: "Boss, what's the matter? Is the asking price too high?"

It took a long time for Zhou Changzhong to say with horror on his face: "He said it's free..."

What the hell, I owe you a lot...

(End of this chapter)