Rebirth: Uranus Superstar

Chapter 31
Beijing, Yuanzheng Media Group Building.

He Baozhen passed the recording studio talking and laughing with a group of high-level executives, and suddenly heard the faint sound of the piano coming from the recording studio.

Everyone stopped, and the vice president Hu Zhongshu, who was walking in the front, seemed to be listening attentively. After a while, he turned his head and asked, "Is this a new song for Clover? It sounds good! Who wrote it?"

He Baozhen also found it strange that the melody was really amazing. She shook her head, and finally walked over directly, pushed open the door of the recording studio, and everyone saw Guan Tingjiao sitting in front of the piano and playing slowly. playing.

Seemingly aware of the movement, Guan Tingjiao looked up at the door, then stopped playing the piano and stood up: "Mr. Hu, Sister Baozhen."

He Baozhen nodded and said, "What song did you play? It sounds very good. Mr. Hu is very interested."

Guan Tingjiao was startled, but stopped talking.

Seeing this, Hu Zhongshu asked curiously: "Could it be that Xiao Guan wrote it himself? Not bad, I didn't see that you still have such talent."

He Baozhen was also a little surprised.

But I don't believe it at all in my heart. If she has this talent, God can't stop Guan Tingjiao from making her solo debut.

Guan Tingjiao shook her head and said, "No, this song is a work that someone else has already published. It's called..."Next Year Today", and it's a Cantonese song."

"Cantonese song?"

Hu Zhongshu became interested: "Can you play a short section again, or say, sing while playing, let me hear how it feels."

He Baozhen knows that Guan Tingjiao's native place is the Greater Bay Area, so it's normal to know Cantonese songs.

Seeing this, she hurriedly urged: "A-Jiao, play and sing this song "Today Next Year" to Mr. Hu, and behave better."

Guan Tingjiao was silent for a while, then turned around, sat in front of the piano, and began to play the prelude.

Listening to the soothing sound of the piano, Hu Zhongshu closed his eyes slightly, only feeling that something was sprouting in his heart. He didn't open his eyes until Guan Tingjiao's singing sounded in his ears.

"If this chandelier pours down
or me, no longer exist
even if you don't love

There is no need to separate..."

Hu Zhongshu is not from Cantonese, and he is not very interested in songs pronounced in Cantonese, so although he likes the melody and singing is good, it is a pity that he can't understand the lyrics at all.

Naturally, the meaning cannot be understood.

After listening to it for a while, he smiled and said, "It's a very good song, Baozhen. You can buy the copyright of this song and translate it into a Mandarin version. I believe it will be popular in mainland China for a while. It's a classic, haha, although I'm not a professional, I have been in the industry for so many years, and I still have a certain sense of smell when appreciating songs."

He Baozhen quickly responded: "Alright Mr. Hu, I'll write it down right now, and I'll buy the copyright of this song later."

Guan Tingjiao's eyes widened instantly when she heard these words, but she still didn't make a sound in the end.

Hu Zhongshu noticed Guan Tingjiao's expression, curious in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Who is the author of this song?"

He Baozhen also looked over.

Guan Tingjiao didn't hesitate and said, "Han Sen."

He Baozhen was stunned for a moment.

"Han Sen?"

Hu Zhongshu thought for a while, but he didn't have any impression. He thought he was a small person, so he said with a smile: "Our land of China is indeed full of talents. In fact, we should not expect those famous masters. We should be more backward compatible, maybe we can find such songs! Come on, everyone, work hard!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Guan Tingjiao to express his approval, and then chatted with colleagues and subordinates beside him again and left with a smile.

He Baozhen fell behind and looked back at Guan Tingjiao.

Seeing Guan Tingjiao smiled slightly, she snorted coldly, turned around and followed.

Guan Tingjiao sat down again and continued to play the song "Today Next Year".

She has sat here and played No. 16 times.

She felt the regret in her heart, like a tide, washing over her nerve endings over and over again.

But isn't everything a choice?

but……

Why can't I forget it?

She whispered and played, and at that moment, the singing sound was like a migratory bird, hovering continuously in the entire recording studio.

"I can meet you in the moment of my life

spent all my luck

Only found out today
breathed air..."

……

Xiangjiang University, evening is coming.

The sunset in the sky fell on the playground, and many people couldn't help taking pictures with their mobile phones to record this scene.

But soon, some people found something wrong.

On the playground, a group of black students ran rapidly, panting and rushing out of the school.

"What happened?"

Someone saw an acquaintance and asked loudly.

"The semi-finals of "Xiangjiang Star" are about to begin!"

The black classmate answered loudly, and then ran out of the school without looking back.

Everyone looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Damn it, the launch of "Xiangjiang Star" needs such a big commotion? Tsk, it really is a group of black people who don't know much."

"Haha, we grew up watching "Xiangjiang Star" and grew tired of watching it. The locals hardly pay attention to it, but those black people are different. They come from foreign countries and remote areas. Maybe they have never seen such a show since they were young. Bar!"

"By the way, "Xiangjiang Star" seems to be very popular this year. My dad and the others are squatting every weekend, so I don't even bother to watch it."

"This year, there is a Jinghong band, which is very powerful. They sang "Years of Friendship"."

""Years of Friendship"? I really like this song. I didn't expect it to come from "Xiangjiang Star". Forget it, I won't play golf anymore, I'll go home and watch TV!"

"I'm going to have a look too!"

……

In a store off campus.

At this time, hundreds of black students gathered here, almost completely occupying the street in front of the store.

Fortunately, blacks who can study abroad have certain qualities, and living in a foreign country, they are more cautious in dealing with others.

So even if it is crowded, there is no loud noise.

And also left the aisle in the middle for passersby to pass through.

Each of them paid a certain fee to the store owner, and then each of them moved the small horses they had prepared and squatted in front of the store.

The store owner is debugging a [-]-inch TV right now.

Soon, the TV was turned on, and TVB Emerald Channel was broadcasting some pre-broadcast advertisements.

"Boss, what time does it start?"

"Seven o'clock, five minutes left!"

The boss adjusted the TV, smoked a cigarette, counted the money, and looked at the group of gangsters in front of him, "Robin, why did you suddenly pay attention to this program?"

Robin, who was sitting at the front, raised his head, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "In the show, the Jinghong Band sang a song to pay tribute to our great leader in South Africa, Mr. Antoine. The song is called "Glory Days". It's very nice to hear, boss, you can also pay attention to it."

The boss let out an oh, and seemed not interested at all.

After counting the money, I stuffed it into my pocket, then picked up the cattail fan, walked into the store, found a recliner and sat down, while shaking the fan, squinting comfortably, planning to go to the foot massage shop with this extra money after get off work Squeeze your feet.

As for the black leader and the Jinghong band, I have never heard of it. How can there be the little hand Shui Ling of the white technician No. 12.

Thinking of the little hands of the technician, the boss felt itchy in his heart, and wished he could put on slippers and wash his feet in the old place immediately.

"Robin, is that song really good?"

"I'm curious too, Robin. I sacrificed a meal to watch TV. Don't let me down!"

"I believe in Robin. Many compatriots who were at the scene at the time said it was good, and some people recommended it to the diplomat of the embassy! If it is not particularly good, and it is a tribute to Mr. Antoine, the diplomatic It is impossible for Mr. Guan to let all compatriots in China listen to this song!"

"Yes, I also came here after seeing Mr. Embassy's announcement in the forum."

A group of black people chattered and spoke authentic Chinese language, which didn't make people feel uneasy at all in a land full of people of the yellow race.

"Of course it sounds good!"

Robin said excitedly: "I swear! This is my favorite Huaxia song! There has never been a song that can bring tears to my eyes. It is really worth waiting for us here!"

"Okay! Robin, I trust you!"

"Look, the show has already started!"

The eyes of hundreds of black international students were instantly attracted by the TV.

However, 10 minutes passed...

10 minutes passed...

"Robin! When will the Jinghong band come out?"

"Why didn't the program team introduce Jinghong? Did they not participate? Or were they edited?"

"It's such a disappointment, Robin, you're so unreliable!"

Robin was run over by a group of compatriots, his face flushed instantly, and he said angrily in English: "Hey, my compatriots, be patient, I will be on stage soon, don't you know what the finale is? The finale!"

"Damn it, you guys really have no patience at all! Not at all!"

As soon as the voice fell, the host appeared on the TV.

"Let's give warm applause, please invite Jinghong Band!"

At this moment, night fell.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the picture on the TV.

The camera moved rapidly. At the entrance and exit of the auditorium, Han Sen, Wu Yu, Zhong Juntao, and Ge Qingqi appeared in the backlight. With the post-processing of special effects, they seemed to be riding the light of Buddha.

The eyes of all the black international students who saw it all at once stared straight!
"My God! I actually feel like a god descending from the earth!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Suddenly attracted the attention of the dozing boss.

He opened his eyes and looked at the TV.

Soon, the boss was also attracted by the speed.

When the Jinghong band started to sing "Glorious Years", the melody and singing sound spread all over the streets and alleys through the TV. For a while, many passers-by also stopped and poked their heads to watch the screen on the TV.

"Today there are only remnants of the husk
Welcome to the glorious years
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain..."

……

"Really exciting!"

A black international student yelled and said excitedly, "The hairs on my whole body are standing on end! It sounds so good!"

"This is the best Chinese song I have ever heard. Its language is so beautiful and beautiful! My God, I like this song so much!!"

"Hope Monsieur Antoine hears this song too!"

"May God, may the great M. Antoine hear this song, and let him know only that there are people supporting him in the far east!"

Listening to the excited voices of the compatriots in his ears, and the singing voices constantly wafting from the TV, Robin's heart was also agitated.

……

South Africa, Tshwane.

In the presidential palace, there was a burst of heated discussions.

"This is indeed a song about struggle and hope! It is a very meaningful song! But the song does not seem to be an official request from Huaxia, it is just a folk singer's personal tribute to Mr. Antoine, and this folk singer , the popularity in China is not high, so it is not worth our fuss!"

"Yes, the most important thing is that we don't understand at all, it's Chinese! Although I admit, the melody is very beautiful!"

"Everyone, China is now the economic center of the world and an undisputed superpower. We need to bow down to China so that our economy can get on the right track with China's help. South Africa has suffered enough. We need to submit to China. Huaxia shows his favor!"

"You are right, but let us think again!"

"Don't think about it anymore! Let this song resound throughout the country on the day Mr. Antoine takes office!"

……

Shencheng University.

Han Yize, who came back from the cafeteria, rode his bicycle back to the downstairs of the dormitory. He had just parked his car and was about to go upstairs when his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and found that it was an old classmate Zhou Chen's call. He was a little surprised.

Zhou Chen was an old gun who played rock and roll together when he was young. He played drums superbly. He was popular among thousands of girls in school back then. He also pursued his wife Chen Jue, but unfortunately he still lost to him.

Tsk, you are defeated!

Now, it seems that he is engaged in the show management business?
"Hey?"

"Comrade Yize, you gave birth to a good son!"

"what's the situation?"

"Han Sen participated in "Xiangjiang Star", you don't know it!"

Han Yize was a little confused.

Son participated in "Xiangjiang Star"?
When did this happen?

I do not know how?
"I know, what's wrong?"

"You know you still ask? Or you didn't watch the latest episode at all? "Glory Days" is on fire! It's completely on fire! Your son is too good! You're going to stop typing and typing on the keyboard all day, he's become an antique , go online and have a look!"

"Of course I know my son is excellent, and I don't want to see whose blood is shed!"

"Okay, let me be serious with you. Han Sen is gaining momentum now. Many companies are asking about him. I heard that he has some conflicts with Miracle Media and was suppressed by the company. Now I have two strong ones in my hand." His company wants to sign him, so there is no need to worry about liquidated damages, they will pay, the current situation is that I don't have your son's contact information, please give me."

"I can't be the master."

"What? You are his father! Don't worry, I'm also his uncle. We will definitely not cheat our own people. The strength of these two companies is good. They are both on the rise now, and they both intend to promote Han Sen as a company. First brother, to put it simply, they are going to place a bet on your son, betting that he will become famous in the future..."

"I really can't be the master!"

"I said Han Yize, do you still remember the time when I pursued your wife? I won't tell you anymore. I didn't even know that you two were dating in private. You were the one who covered it up. Can you blame me?"

"Stop talking, you are defeated."

"What did you say?"

"Destroyed!"

"you……"

　Thanks to the mother of Dahongzao for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)