the longest dream

Chapter 70 The Circle
Houhai, sunny bar.

It is obviously different from Qi's Tomorrow Bar. As soon as you enter the bar, the hot DJ music in the lobby seems to smash your ears.

It's not even six o'clock.

Fortunately, Zhang Tianmao didn't ask Zhang Qing to play disco, but to meet friends.

He has so many friends, from the moment he entered the bar, there were endless greetings and greetings along the way.

These people don't look like ordinary minions, and their clothes are very decent.

There are suits, school uniforms, and even police uniforms.

A group of people walked all the way to the third floor before they became quiet.

Seeing Zhang Qing exhaling with relief, Zhang Tianmao and others burst out laughing.

Zhang Tianmao said: "No wonder it's Lao Qi's uncle. When Lao Qi came last time, his expression was exactly the same."

There were seven or eight people sitting on the third floor, chatting with each other over fruit plates, drinks and cigarettes.

Seeing Zhang Tianmao coming in with his arms around a little brother and saying such words, many people looked over.

"Old Zhang, which Lao Qi?"

A middle-aged man with long hair and a big head leaned on the sofa, squinted and asked.

"Old Qiao, hey, don't take your place here! Who else is there? But today is not for Lao Qi, just my little brother, this is it!!"

Zhang Tianmao gave a thumbs up and turned around, showing Zhang Qing who was a little embarrassed.

The middle-aged man stood up and said with a smile, "Qi Ping? Which old Qi am I talking about... No, isn't Lao Qi from the Shanghai area? Old Zhang, why did you invite his uncle?"

Another woman asked suspiciously, "Lao Qi's daughter is only a senior in high school, right?"

Someone beside him laughed and said, "Hua Die, Hua Die, after so many years, you still miss her, you even know that her daughter is in her third year of high school?"

There was a burst of laughter in the room.

Zhang Tianmao also trembled with laughter, and said to Zhang Qing: "When your father-in-law was young, tsk, he was so charming! I don't know how many women in the circle miss him!"

Apparently someone disagreed with these words, and he said with acid: "If I were Tianhong's prince, I would be so charming!"

The woman who was called Huadie just now sneered and said, "Your father is also a bureaucrat, and your mother is still a professor. I don't see how attractive you are."

Not giving them a chance to quarrel, Zhang Tianmao pointed to Zhang Qing and introduced: "My little brother, Zhang Qing!"

Ouyang Wanqing smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Xiao Zhang. Hu Quan admired him so much that he introduced him to Lao Zhang before he left. He also has another identity. He is the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". He doesn't read martial arts novels. Have you heard of "The Big Sky"?"

After this series of introductions, the scene became quiet.

The shocked expressions on the faces of seven or eight people made Zhang Tianmao's smiling face tremble, pointing to his long-haired head and saying: "Qiao Zetao, you are usually very arrogant, and you always play your broken songs and say at the top of your voice Jinqu, he also said that God loves you so much, and gave you such a family background... Haha, my little brother, I didn’t even go to the car to pick me up from Longquan Mountain just now, so I have to give my brother my face and come to the bar to sit."

Everyone knew that he was good, and there was a lot of "huh" for a while. People in the capital are exaggerated, and now they are even more kind words without money.

Of course, they themselves don't care about the truth and falsehood, and they will talk about it first after enjoying themselves.

Qiao Zetao is different, he comes from a superior family background, he is not in the same league as the people in this room, and he does have some talents, he is usually very proud.

But Zhang Tianmao suddenly picked out someone who could drive cars to Longquan Mountain, and wrote a song like "The Big Sky", he felt a little uncomfortable, looked at Zhang Qing and said, "Really? Little brother, look at it." It doesn't look like a person from the capital either."

Huadie laughed and said, "Can Lao Qi's son-in-law be an ordinary person?"

Zhang Qing shook his head and said, "I'm from a poor family. My home is on the border of western Xinjiang. Over there at Longquan Mountain... one is because of my girlfriend, and the other is because of "Singing the Motherland", an old man likes it."

"I remembered, not only this and "The Greatness of the Sky", but also "Looking at Hometown" and "Brightness". You wrote it, right?"

A man with gray hair but neatly combed stood up and said: "The last time I met Li Manyi, she also mentioned you to me, saying that you are a genius. I didn't take it to heart at the time, but when I saw you today, you really deserve your reputation."

Qiao Zetao snorted, and said: "My buddy, the style span of your songs is too big, right? I won't mention the main theme. I really don't know how to write such songs, but the other three songs are completely three songs. different types of…”

Zhang Qing showed a puzzled look on his face, and asked in puzzlement, "You can only write songs of one style?"

"puff!"

Hearing this, a man at the coffee table sprayed the red wine all over the floor on the spot.

The others were also laughing like crazy, because Zhang Qing just hit the point. Qiao Zetao is indeed talented, but most of the songs he composed are folk songs.

In fact, it's okay to have a trick that can be eaten all over the world, but people can't stand it.

There is a chain of contempt in the music circle. Classical is the highest, followed by jazz, followed by rock, and then folk.

Although everyone doesn't think highly of pop, at least in the rock circle, folk songs are despised.

Qiao Zetao's face turned dark, and his good friend Wu Cheng smiled and said, "Old Qiao, he is still a child."

Zhang Qing seemed to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and smiled apologetically, but didn't say much.

Today, he can respect his predecessors and be polite, but he doesn't need to bow his knees.

Even if he hasn't opened a record company yet, with "Shooting the Condors" and those songs, he should have a place in this circle.

And as time goes by, his status will only continue to rise, there is no need to be submissive.

Ouyang Wanqing was so happy that she dragged Zhang Qing to sit down and said, "Senior year, the college entrance examination next month."

Qiao Zetao was taken aback, and asked nonchalantly, "Where are you going to take the exam? How is your study?"

Zhang Qing said with a smile: "Should be able to be Mr. Qiao's apprentice."

Qiao Zetao graduated from Huaqing, which is something he often talks about to show off.

Seeing that Qiao Zetao didn't want to talk at all, Zhang Tianmao laughed out of breath, and then said to Wu Cheng: "Old Wu, our little brother has great ambitions, and is also planning to work in a music company. How about it, today is a visit to the mountain gate, give me a note." way?"

Domestic music power, Tengfei Records is located in Shanghai, Wucheng's Hemai Records is located in Beijing, and Baihua Records is located in Nanyue Huacheng.

The guests on Nanyue's side are not very friendly, so it's not easy for him to open his mouth to make things difficult for his friends, but on Pingjing's side, he thinks he can still open his mouth.

There are also other record companies, but most of them are small-scale, especially in terms of distribution, which is basically difficult to achieve. The resources are monopolized by the three companies, and they eat according to the faces of the three companies.

Wu Cheng has a slow temper, and he was not surprised when he heard the words. There are many people who want to eat this kind of food. He said slowly: "The record company is not easy to open, and it is difficult to manage all aspects. If you want to make content, you should do it together with the release." ? It’s much easier to just do the content.”

The distribution of many music companies is entrusted to them. The [-]% distribution commission is a very good profit channel.

If they don't pay this "protection fee"... they may not be able to make an album popular, but it is not difficult to make it bad and smelly.

But Zhang Qing said: "Of course it's a distribution, but I don't plan to make it bigger, I still want to go to university."

Wu Cheng said with a smile: "Why do you want to start a record company? There are songs you want to sing and people you want to praise. It's not easy for your father-in-law to tell Tengfei?"

Zhang Qing smiled a little embarrassedly: "You are young and frivolous, and you want to make the music purer."

"it is good!"

A young man who hadn't spoken all the time, and didn't even smile much just now, suddenly cheered loudly, which was so sudden that it scared many people.

But this one didn't pay attention at all, he looked at Zhang Qing and said seriously: "I understand you, I understand you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhang Qing to respond, he lowered his eyes and sat there quietly again.

Qiao Zetao said with a funny smile: "Xiao Chang, you are really... almost becoming a fairy." It made the people around laugh.

Zhang Tianmao touched his bald head, clicked his tongue, and said, "It seems that your father-in-law really values ​​you, and he has told you all the bad things in the circle. That's right, this circle...Old Wu, what do you say?"

Wu Cheng said with a helpless smile: "You old Zhang opened your mouth, what else can I say? Old Zhang, you... can you make less friends in the future!"

Zhang Tianmao lost face, and laughed loudly: "That's no good, you can lose your head, and you have to make friends!"

Ouyang Wanqing patted Zhang Qing's shoulder vigorously, and said: "Good boy, you didn't come in vain today! With our President Wu speaking, you've done most of the work. Tengfei's side is no problem Bar?"

Before Zhang Qing opened his mouth, Qiao Zetao laughed and said: "Ouyang, you are really an amateur. Anywhere in Shanghai is good, it is the dazzling pearl of our republic, but the people in Shanghai are not very good. Don't think there is Lao Qi around , Xiao Zhang wrote songs for them again, but when it comes to interests, they will turn against each other if they say they turn against each other."

Huadie got a little drunk, but still protected Qiping, and said with a sneer, "Gu Zhengxiong, who is soaring, has a brain and dares to embarrass Lao Qi's son-in-law? Is Tianhong really a soft persimmon?"

Qiao Zetao covered his face, then looked up to the sky and sighed.

There is no way to reason with nympho.

Wu Cheng ignored these bullshit things, he asked Zhang Qing: "I remembered, last time I heard Wang Lun say that you and him have a bit of a holiday?"

As soon as these words came out, the private room fell silent again.

Wang Lun is a recognized spiritual leader and the soul of the Beijing cultural circle.

To be honest, this room is not enough for others to look at.

When Wang Lun was so popular two years ago, he came up with a tape, and a bunch of people in this room went to help, and they might not remember their full names.

Zhang Qing shook his head and said, "I don't even know each other, so it's not a festival. It's just that senior Wang Lun didn't like martial arts novels, so he scolded them a few times."

Ouyang Wanqing asked concerned: "Are you talking back?"

Zhang Qing laughed at himself and said, "No."

Wu Cheng smiled and said, "The little brother responded with something very Zen-like."

The young man who had been silent "lived" again, raised his face and said very seriously: "The world slanders me, bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, lies to me, how to deal with it?" almost?

Just endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and watch him. "

Wu Cheng said with emotion: "This issue of Youth Daily just came out, especially after "Singing the Motherland" became popular overnight, Wang Lun was in bad luck. He was banned immediately, and then he left his hometown and went to the United States."

Qiao Zetao laughed and said, "Surrender without fighting."

"Cow beer!"

For the third time today, Zhang Tianmao gave Zhang Qing a thumbs up.

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(End of this chapter)