Rebirth: Uranus Superstar

Chapter 9 Emergencies
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I left the TV station.

At this moment, the crooked moon hung in the night sky, shining brightly, but when Han Sen looked up, what made him sigh was the night view of the Xiangjiang River under the night sky, like a city that never sleeps.

Regardless of past life or present life, every time he arrives in Xiangjiang and browses the night scene, he feels like he is in a dream.

Countless colorful neon lights here form a cyberpunk capital that is incredible to the world at home and abroad.

Here is the birth of ultra-new technology, the intermingling of multiculturalism, the material world is extremely rich, but it seems that the spiritual homeland is relatively lagging behind, resulting in a sense of confusion from top to bottom, including the vigorous young people, not knowing where to go in the future .

But different from his previous life, Han Sen could see that besides the Chinese, there were people of other skin colors walking around the streets.

Of course, people of the yellow race are still dominant in Xiangjiang.

People are well dressed and decent.

And those scattered shop employees, restaurant waiters, etc. are mostly black and white, and most of them are foreigners who have come to make their Chinese dream. Unfortunately, because the Chinese naturalization system is relatively strict, people like this kind of stranded Foreign personnel in the country generally account for about 10% of the entire city.

But everyone can speak Chinese fluently, not at the level of "Hello" and "Have you eaten" as Han Sen thought, but so fluent that Han Sen can't tell the difference with foreigners without looking at their faces? different accents.

They don't ask for naturalization, they just want to make a living here.

After all, the average salary of employees in China is much higher than that of other countries.

Wu Yu took Han Sen to a food stall that smelled like rice.

The boss here is from Xiangjiang, but most of the waiters are black.

Because the locals look down on such a job, and for foreigners, it's just an orderer who is disgusted by ordinary Chinese, and their salary is several times higher than that in their own country.

The charm of money, how not to linger.

"One serving of braised rabbit meat! One serving of salt and pepper nine-belly fish, two servings of spicy beef balls, two glasses of Qingshan beer..."

Watching Han Sen order, Wu Yu felt goosebumps, and said in a daze, "Brother Sen, you... how can you eat rabbits? And drink beer?"

"what?"

Han Sen's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "What's the problem?"

Wu Yu blinked and blinked, and suddenly said incessantly: "Didn't you have a duodenal ulcer? The doctor told you to pay attention to your diet, avoid sour, fishy, ​​raw, cold, spicy, spicy, oily, greasy, the lighter the food, the better, now you..."

Han Sen suddenly felt that life was boring.

He closed the menu and handed it to Wu Yu, "It's better for you to order, by the way, treat yourself, I'm short on money now."

Wu Yu muttered: "Which time is it not me who..."

Han Sen was stunned, and immediately smiled.

According to the diary records, he knew that Wu Yu's family conditions were relatively good.

It is said that he is also a well-known rich second generation in the Guangdong area. Han Sen didn't ask about the specific situation. In short, this guy is richer than himself.

Wu Yu ordered a clear soup with yam, lotus root, and winter melon as the main ingredients, and added some soft, sour and sweet snacks, which seemed to be quite caring for Han Sen.

Finally, after closing the menu, he said to the black waiter standing next to him, "Another bottle of Tsingshan beer."

The black waiter said, "Ice or room temperature?"

Han Sen frequently looked at the waiter.

Good guy, if you didn't look up, you thought it was a Chinese person talking. What surprised Han Sen was that this black man also wrote beautiful Chinese.

But Wu Yu took it for granted: "It's ice."

After the orderer left, Han Sen came back to his senses and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Brother Sen, didn't I say that at the recording site? I, Wu Yu, are back!"

Wu Yu patted his thin chest, his pretty face was full of determination, and said solemnly: "From now on, Brother Sen, I will go wherever you go! As long as you don't drive me away, even if you go north, I will follow you !"

Han Sen said goodbye, we are not familiar yet...

Although I thought so in my heart, I took out a note from my backpack and handed it over: "Okay, then I will give you a task. For today's song "Friendship Years", you must first register with the copyright website. copyright."

"Yeah! Guaranteed to complete the task!" Wu Yu nodded again and again, his eyes were a little bright.

He thought it was a testimony of the rekindled friendship between Brother Sen and himself. After taking the notebook, he began to look it up carefully. After a long time, he raised his head and said with red eyes: "Brother Sen, you are so amazing, you wrote our feelings clearly. Great!"

"Okay, don't look at me like that."

Han Sen was stared at tenderly by the beautiful peach eyes, and felt chills on his back, and said with some resistance: "Your task for the past two days is to hurry up and contact A Tao and A Qi, and I won't be idle. Come on, let's prepare for the songs to be sung in the semi-finals."

"Brother Sen, do you want to be original again?"

Wu Yu opened his eyes wide, with a look of disbelief.

Although Brother Sen was indeed a small creative talent in the past, there is less than a week left before the next competition. In just a few days, Brother Sen wants to write a new song to play, is it a bit too hasty?

"Can you tell me the specific content or direction?"

"Not yet."

"Not a single word?"

"No."

Wu Yu was dumbfounded, and hesitantly said: "Actually, I think our previous songs are not bad..."

Han Sen shook his head and said, "The semi-finals are already in full swing. The previous songs are too ordinary, and no matter how good they are, they will be eliminated... Believe in me, I have this ability."

Wu Yu hesitated to speak, because he suddenly saw the song "Years of Friendship" written on the notebook in his hand.

momentary hesitation.

Maybe Senge can really do it?

The ancients made a poem in seven steps, my brother Sen...a song in seven steps?
At this time, the meals had already been served, and Han Sen was not polite to Wu Yu.

His stomach disease did not allow him to be too hungry, so he picked up the spoon and chopsticks, and seriously started to wreak havoc on the table, like a starving ghost.

Wu Yu stared at Han Sen, feeling that Brother Sen had changed.

It's a little strange, but it seems that it makes me feel more at ease...

He laughed, opened the beer, and started gurgling.

If you have wine tonight, get drunk tonight, and worry about tomorrow.

At this time, the TV at the food stall suddenly broadcast a piece of news, which made the whole scene suddenly silent:

"The latest news from Xiangjiang News. An hour ago, South African President San Bei Deman announced the unconditional release of Antoine..."

"Now, let's connect the scene and turn the camera on the Soweto football stadium!"

"We can see that here, nearly 15 people are already waiting! They are all Antoine's supporters!"

"Antoine, the greatest black leader in South African history and leader of the anti-apartheid movement, will deliver his release speech here after being illegally imprisoned for 27 years."

"Let us congratulate this black leader who has made outstanding contributions to the struggle of color. His life is great. We affirm his efforts to eliminate racial discrimination in South Africa and realize a democratic and free society!"

Due to the time difference, when the news was relayed on TV, it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon in South Africa.

The sun was scorching, but the entire football field was densely packed with more than [-] people.

People sweat and cry, but they don't leave.

There is excitement and longing for the future on everyone's face!

When a black man with a thin figure and a face full of vicissitudes, wearing a simple suit, walked slowly onto the stage.

The entire football field immediately burst into applause.

The applause lasted for a long time,

No commotion, no uproar.

People quietly shed tears and sobbed, watching this black leader who had made outstanding contributions to the anti-apartheid movement, and at the end, they even sang the Internationale together.

"Arise, hungry and cold slaves!
Arise, sufferers of the world!

My blood is already boiling!

To fight for the truth..."

This scene was spread all over the world through television, shocking countless people.

At this time, the people in the food stall all raised their heads in surprise.

"Antoine was released? My God! There is no sign or news!"

"God bless the great Monsieur Antoine!"

"He is finally out of prison, and the South African continent is saved!"

"Salute to this warrior who fought for freedom!"

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