Rebirth of the courtyard, the start is 80s

Chapter 184 How about I Write You a Lyric?

"Cao Sang, do you think this is too much, is it too much?"

Well, at this moment, the flushed Masashi Sada was already a little drunk.

Also because of his drunkenness, he could no longer speak broken Chinese, and he was babbling in Japanese the whole time.

In this regard, what Cao Zhiqiang can do is to smile wryly, then fill up a glass of wine again, and serve the other party directly.

Anyway, the other party seemed to be drunk, so I just let him get drunk.

After all, in Cao Zhiqiang's view, this Japanese singer is just a tool person, and the main target of their trip is Director Chen of CCTV.

But now, Masashi Sada is drunk, speaks all kinds of Japanese, and no one else can understand it, which makes the atmosphere very awkward.

That being the case, it's better to put him down with wine directly, lest he yell and babble in Japanese, causing other diners to watch it, which is so embarrassing.

For this reason, Cao Zhiqiang also specially asked for brandy, and then filled the buddy Masashi Sada with brandy throughout the whole process.

As for Masashi Sada, I don't know if it's because of his drunkenness, but he prefers to drink even though he doesn't hold a lot of alcohol.

Especially after the brandy came, his eyes were even brighter, and he yelled and sipped one cup after another, and then fell directly on the table unconscious after a few strokes.

Seeing this yelling Japanese friend passed out drunk on the wine table, everyone was relieved by coincidence, and then began to exchange glasses and started a formal Chinese social interaction.

That's right, at the current table, except for the Japanese, Masashi Sada, who is drunk, the other four people are only slightly drunk, which is the best time to socialize.

There is no way, except for Cao Zhiqiang, the other three were all raised with Chinese baijiu, and they are well versed in wine table culture.

If you are used to drinking high-alcohol liquor in China, then drinking low-alcohol wine here is no different from drinking beer.

As for Cao Zhiqiang, his physical fitness is too good, and it all depends on his innate quality to fight hard.

Therefore, it is not a loss at all for Mr. Masashi Sada, who has a poor capacity for alcohol, to fall into the hands of these big wine vats.

In fact, by this time, Cao Zhiqiang had already discovered a very interesting problem.

That is, it turns out that Masashi Sada's Chinese is terrible, and he is the guy who can only speak a few words in Chinese.

Without a translator, Masashi Sada would not be able to communicate normally with Chinese people. His so-called Chinese skills are just simple words such as "Hello", "It's delicious", "How much is it", similar to the English "Ha Myself", "Enough", "Hao scolds pool".

But this was not what surprised Cao Zhiqiang the most. What really surprised him was that Chen Hanyuan and Dai Weiyu couldn't speak Japanese.

Both of them can't speak Japanese, yet they come to find a Japanese who can't speak Chinese to negotiate. This operation really confuses Cao Zhiqiang.

Fortunately, Masashi Sada has passed out drunk at the wine table now. As for the others, after pushing glasses and changing glasses and introducing each other, they have a certain understanding of each other. Knowing that they are all people in the same circle, the relationship naturally heats up quickly. .

At this time, although you can't say that you are brothers and sisters, you can still ask such ordinary questions.

After asking, I found out that the two of them originally brought an interpreter with them, but before that, the interpreter suddenly had a stomachache and went to the toilet, and has not come back until now.

Then, before the interpreter came back, Masashi Sada came, and they had no choice but to say hello.

Then, Cao Zhiqiang and Yu Deli came over and insisted on having dinner together.

Then, they all ate here for almost an hour, and the translator who went to the toilet has not come back yet.

Before, they had been eating, drinking and chatting happily, forgetting about that poor guy.

Now when we talk about the language problem, I just remembered that they still have a translator.

"Is nothing wrong?" Cao Zhiqiang couldn't help frowning and asked when he heard this.

"It shouldn't be so?" Dai Weiyu frowned, "He was fine before?"

"Could it be that he ate something unclean?" Yu Deli asked.

Dai Weiyu shook his head: "Didn't eat anything before? By the way, after he came here, he just drank some coffee and ate some fruit plate here...the food here must be unhygienic, right?"

"Did you add milk to the coffee?" Cao Zhiqiang asked suddenly.

"I added it." Dai Weiyu nodded, "He added a lot."

"He may be lactose intolerant, that is, he is not used to drinking milk." Cao Zhiqiang said.

"It is estimated that this is one of the reasons for the diarrhea.

Of course, it doesn't have to be this reason, it may be other reasons, but no matter what, you have to go and have a look, right?
It's been almost an hour. For such a long time, if you've been in the toilet all the time, don't get into trouble.

Diarrhea can be big or small. If it is serious, it will kill people. "

"Let me go and have a look." Director Dai stood up.

"How about I come with you?" Cao Zhiqiang also stood up.

"No need." Director Dai smiled, "It's not a big deal, you just wait here, I'll come when I go."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man in the tunic suit left in a hurry and went to the toilet here.

But at this time, Director Chen suddenly looked at Cao Zhiqiang: "Little Cao, I never thought you were the poet Qiangzi. Do you know that many people in our station like your poems, and so do I."

"Where is it?" Cao Zhiqiang chuckled, "It's all because of love from others."

"That's right." Director Chen said, "I heard that you are the general manager of the publishing house, and that the publishing house is about to open? When will it open? When the time comes, I'll go there and have a meal?"

"Soon." Cao Zhiqiang said with a smile, "The specific time has not yet been determined, but as long as it opens, we will definitely notify you when it is time."

"That's good." Director Chen nodded with a smile, "It's best to let me know two or three days in advance, otherwise I'm afraid that something will happen and I won't be able to get away."

"Definitely." Cao Zhiqiang nodded with a smile.

But soon, Cao Zhiqiang suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, Director Chen, I heard from you just now that you are making a large-scale documentary TV series called about the Yangtze River, right?"

"That's right." Director Chen said, "It's basically finished, but the materials are still lacking. That's why we came to negotiate with Mr. Satian, who made him have good materials."

"Then, does this documentary have a theme song?" Cao Zhiqiang asked.

"Theme song?" Director Chen said, "Yes, of course."

"Is there any lyrics?" Cao Zhiqiang asked again.

"Not really." Director Chen shook his head.

"That is pure music, just to set off the picture itself, in order to highlight the effect, what lyrics do you need?
The scenery of the Yangtze River itself is the best lyrics. "

Cao Zhiqiang squinted his eyes: "Director Chen, to say something offensive, I don't think your idea is very good.

Speaking of Yangtze River, although I haven't seen the original film, I know it's a very majestic and good film just from the name.

For a good program like this, if there is no good lyrics for the occasion, it will always feel like something will happen.

There are songs but no songs, and the artistic conception may be there, but it cannot reflect the indomitable fighting spirit of my Chinese sons and daughters, and the brilliant and glorious history.

Otherwise, show me the original film and the theme song later, how about I write the lyrics for you? "

Director Chen was stunned: "If I heard correctly, you want to write the lyrics for the theme song of my show?"

"That's right!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded.

"Actually, Director Chen, as soon as you mentioned the name of the documentary, that is, the Yangtze River, I was immediately interested, and I had an urge to write a song for it.

But since you guys already have the tune, I'll have to settle for the next best thing and see if I can write lyrics.

Of course, these are all free for me, and I don’t take a cent! "

Director Chen was stunned, then shook his head with a smile: "Hehe, let's talk."

Seeing Director Chen's attitude, Cao Zhiqiang said quickly: "Director Chen, I know you don't know me well and don't trust me, but you always read my poems, right?

Poetry is not divided into families. Since I can write good poems that are well-known, I can certainly write good songs that are well-known.

Anyway, the documentary hasn't been officially released yet, so let me watch the film, listen to the music, and then see if I can write good lyrics.

A good song with good lyrics, this is a perfect theme song, without lyrics, it is a lack of soul.

If you are not satisfied with the lyrics I wrote, just say it directly, it doesn't matter, just give me a chance to enjoy it.

But if you are satisfied, I hope that the lyrics I wrote can be sung in your program, what do you think? "

Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang kicked Yu Deli under the table.

Yu Deli didn't know why, but since Cao Zhiqiang kicked him, of course he let him assist.

So Yu Deli also followed suit: "Yes, Director Chen, our manager Cao is also full of fists, you should give him a chance, if he can do it, if he can't, he can't even give him a chance to try it, what do you say?" right?"

Director Chen frowned, feeling that it would not be good to directly reject him, after all, he just suffered from his short-sightedness.

Thinking of this, Director Chen smiled slightly and said, "In that case... that's fine, you can come and find me in Taiwan at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and I'll let you watch the original film and listen to the music."

"That's it!" Cao Zhiqiang said with a smile.

Just as Cao Zhiqiang said this, he suddenly saw Director Dai running over in a hurry.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Choreographer Dai, who was sweating a little on his forehead, looked a little flustered at this moment.

"Director, Xiao Zhou, he, he, he passed out in the toilet!"

(End of this chapter)