1990: Starting from Baojia Street

It would take some time for the clothes to be delivered, so Joey Wong had to get back into bed.

The temperature in the room was relatively low. She stood outside naked for a while and felt a little cold. She came back and couldn't help but snuggle into Zhou Yan's arms to absorb his body temperature.

She didn't wake up naturally. After being warmed by Zhou Yan's hot chest for a while, she felt sleepy again and soon her eyelids began to droop.

Not long after, she fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't wake up even when the hotel waiter brought her clothes.

She took a nap until after ten o'clock. When she woke up again, she found Zhou Yan already dressed neatly and sitting at his desk, writing and drawing.

"What time is it?" She asked, half sitting up on the bed, rubbing her hair.

Zhou Yan looked up and smiled, "Are you awake? It's already 10:15."

"Ah, it's already past ten o'clock and you didn't call me." Joey Wong muttered angrily.

Although she felt a little resentful that Zhou Yan didn't call her, she did have a very comfortable nap. She hadn't slept so well in a long time.

Every time I am with Zhou Yan, I can always sleep soundly.

Of course, it could also be because she was really tired last night. She usually loves sports and has good physical strength, but Zhou Yan's physical strength is even better. After all the exertion last night, he still got up early today and was full of energy.

Wang Zuxian grabbed her hair again, then wrapped herself in the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to Zhou Yan, "What are you doing?"

"write script."

Hearing that Zhou Yan was writing a script, Wang Zuxian was puzzled, "Is it the script for Shutter Island? Didn't you say that the script was fine before?"

Of course Joey Wong knew about "Shutter Island". Zhou Yan had mentioned it to her many times on the phone, including the previous research on the script with Scorsese.

Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, "It's not Shutter Island, it's a new script."

"A new script?" Wang Zuxian asked in surprise, "Are you going to shoot it yourself?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yan nodded.

"Show me quickly."

Wang Zuxian couldn't wait to see what Zhou Yan was going to shoot next, but Zhou Yan stopped her from taking the script and said, "I just wrote two pages. There's nothing interesting to read."

"Oh." Wang Zuxian retracted her hand, "So what theme are you going to shoot this time?"

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Keep it secret for now. I'll tell you when the script is finished."

Wang Zuxian couldn't help but roll her eyes. "How long should I wait? You've only written two pages, haven't you?"

"You have to trust my efficiency. If I write quickly, I should be able to finish it before I leave Taiwan."

"So fast?"

Zhou Yan left Taiwan and returned to Yanjing on the 25th. Today is the 14th, so there are only eleven days left.

The key point is that Zhou Yan has to perform on eight of these eleven days, and he also has to rehearse with the orchestra, so he can't squeeze out much time.

So Joey Wong expressed doubts, is it really possible to complete a script in such a short time?

Zhou Yan was very confident, "If nothing else gets in the way, I will definitely be able to finish it."

The script of the new movie is only about 50,000 words, which means he only has to write less than 5,000 words a day on average. This is not a difficult task for Zhou Yan.

Although there are eight performances during this period, he has time in the morning, and he can also spare some time after the performances in the evening. He should be able to write for at least six or seven hours every day.

After hearing what Zhou Yan said, Joey Wong also believed it. In her heart, Zhou Yan never said anything without certainty, and she had also witnessed Zhou Yan's efficiency in writing scripts.

However, she was quite dissatisfied with Zhou Yan's keeping the secret from her. The corners of her mouth were almost curled up to the back of her ears. "What kind of script is this? It's so mysterious that even I can't tell you."

Then she started to act coquettishly with Zhou Yan, "Third brother, tell me~"

She got out of bed wrapped in a quilt. Now she was shaking Zhou Yan's arms with both hands, and the quilt could no longer hold her and began to slide down.

Feeling a chill on her chest, she quickly withdrew her hand and covered herself with the quilt.

Looking at Wang Zuxian's looming chest, Zhou Yan sniffed and said with a smile, "Xiaoxian, are you trying to seduce me?"

Wang Zuxian couldn't help but spit, "Who wants to seduce you, pervert."

"If you don't want to seduce me, then I suggest you put on your clothes quickly. My willpower is very weak. Be careful that I, the big bad wolf, can't help myself and eat you, the little lamb, in a moment."

"Where are the clothes you had sent?"

Zhou Yan pointed to the bedside table, "It's over there."

Joey Wong ran barefoot to pick up her clothes, then ran to another room to put on her clothes.

After a while, she came out after putting on her clothes, turned around with a smile, and said, "This dress fits me well."

The gift she received was a long skirt and a white shirt, which looked simple and elegant.

Zhou Yan asked the hotel waitress to get it for him, and he didn't say what kind he wanted. The other party chose this set, probably because she was worried about making a mistake.

Although the clothes are very simple, Wang Zuxian has a tall figure and looks very good in this outfit.

Zhou Yan admired it for a while, then smiled and said, "Go wash up quickly. We will go to have lunch later. After lunch, I will go to rehearse with the orchestra."

Wang Zuxian shook her head and said, "I won't have lunch with you today. I have to go back now and call Sister Anita Mui."

"It's been such a long time since I called you back, and not at this moment."

"No, I have to go back."

Seeing that she insisted on going back, Zhou Yan said pitifully, "Well, I can only eat alone."

Wang Zuxian walked over with a smile, held Zhou Yan's head, and kissed him on the cheek, "Be good, I'll come see you again in the evening."

Zhou Yan leaned over with the other half of his face, "And this side."

"mua~" Wang Zuxian kissed the other side again, "Okay."

After that, she ran to the bathroom to wash up.

……

After Wang Zuxian left, Zhou Yan did not rush to eat, but continued to write his new movie script.

He waited until twelve o'clock, when the meal he ordered from the hotel was delivered, before he stopped writing and ate.

After dinner, he didn't rush to leave, but continued to write the script.

The reason why he was not in a hurry was that the venue for the concert in Hong Kong was the Concert Hall of the Hong Kong Cultural Center, and it didn't take too long to walk from the Hong Kong Cultural Center to the hotel where he was staying.

The rehearsal starts at 2:30, so he could just wait until 2 o'clock.

However, Zhou Yan was not used to doing things on time, so he packed up and set off at 1:30.

It was exactly two o'clock when he arrived at the concert hall.

The Hong Kong Cultural Center is quite large. In addition to the concert hall, it also has two large theaters, an experimental theater, an art gallery and six exhibition halls.

First-class artists often come here to perform, including concerts and musicals.

Their concert hall can accommodate 2,100 people, which is not small, but it is actually not enough for Zhou Yan and his team.

The four concerts in Hong Kong had a total of 8,400 tickets, and nearly 8,000 of them were released. They were all snapped up in a very short time. Such market appeal also left industry insiders dumbfounded.

They knew that Zhou Yan had box office appeal, but they didn't expect it to be so strong. After all, this was a concert and the audience was relatively narrow.

The key point is that the tickets for this concert are also very expensive, more than twice as expensive as the tickets for concerts of local Hong Kong musicians.

This means that the box office revenue from Zhou Yan's four concerts is equivalent to that of eight concerts by an ordinary musician. Of course, the prerequisite is that all the concert tickets for the ordinary musician can be sold out.

In fact, most concerts cannot do this.

When Zhou Yan arrived at the entrance of the cultural center, there was a crowd of people gathered outside. He didn't take it seriously. After all, the cultural center was a tourist attraction and was open to the public, so there were usually a lot of people there.

But just as he walked in, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Zhou Yan."

Although the man spoke in Cantonese, Zhou Yan could still tell that he was calling him.

Before he could react, the group of people quickly surrounded him, each of them holding pens and albums, looking very excited.

Zhou Yan immediately understood that these were music fans who were waiting for him here.

He didn't count them carefully, but there were at least thirty or forty people who surrounded him. Some of them brought cheering flags, but they didn't have time to raise them. After seeing Zhou Yan, they hurriedly unfolded them.

The first person who ran to Zhou Yan eagerly handed the album in his hand to Zhou Yan, "Ah Yan, please help me sign it."

Zhou Yan looked at his watch and saw that there was still some time, so he nodded, took the album from the other person's hand and signed his name on it.

After the first album was signed, a few more photos were handed over.

There are not many photos of him circulating on the market. The one that this fan is holding is a photo of him that was previously printed on an album. In the photo, he is sitting in front of the piano and smiling at the camera.

There were four or five photos, and Zhou Yan signed them one by one.

After Zhou Yan had signed several people, the security guard of the cultural center hurried over.

The security guards at the center knew that Zhou Yan and his group were coming to rehearse today, but they didn't expect so many fans to block the door, and they were not well prepared. The key point was that they didn't expect Zhou Yan to travel without security guards.

They couldn't afford it if something happened to Zhou Yan at the door of their center.

Six or seven security guards came all of a sudden and quickly surrounded Zhou Yan, separating the fans from him.

Although the fans were separated, it did not affect their requests for autographs. Zhou Yan took the albums or photos from their hands and signed them through the security guards.

After signing a few, Zhou Yan saw a girl who looked familiar, so he smiled and asked, "Little girl, did you go to the airport to pick me up yesterday?"

The girl didn't expect Zhou Yan to remember her. She nodded in surprise, "Yes, yes, I went to pick him up at the airport yesterday. Yan, can you recognize me?"

She tried hard to speak Mandarin to Zhou Yan. Although her voice was very unstandard, Zhou Yan managed to understand her.

"You look familiar." Zhou Yan smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is CC-MAN."

"CC-man?" Zhou Yan didn't understand at all this time.

This name is so weird, it sounds similar to ggbond.

Seeing that Zhou Yan didn't understand, the girl tried hard to say, "It's cc-man."

There is no difference between the two times.

After she finished speaking, she realized that her pronunciation was still not good, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She knew that when Zhou Yan asked her name, he must be giving her a signature. It would be a pity to miss it.

Suddenly, she thought of a solution and took out a notebook from her bag. She pointed to the name on the title page and showed it to Zhou Yan, "This is it."

Zhou Yan took a closer look and squinted her eyes instantly. Then she looked up at the other person, "Your name is Charmaine Sheh?"

"Yeah yeah."

Seeing the little girl nod, Zhou Yan looked at her face carefully again.

The girl had her hair tied up simply, had a chubby face, and wore black-framed glasses. Zhou Yan didn't pay much attention to it at first, he just thought the girl was very cute.

Now if you take a closer look, it really seems to be Charmaine Sheh, but now Charmaine Sheh looks very plain, and a little plumper than after her debut.

Zhou Yan didn't expect to meet a future big star here, and the other party was also his loyal fan.

Charmaine Sheh must be a loyal fan as she came to support for two consecutive days.

Charmaine Sheh looks very young at this moment, maybe even less than 20 years old.

Zhou Yan’s gaze did not stay on Charmaine Sheh’s face for too long. He quickly signed “to Charmaine Sheh” on the photo and wrote “not cc-man” at the end.

Charmaine Sheh took the photo excitedly, and her face turned red when she saw the words on it.

Zhou Yan smiled. The little girl was quite shy.

There weren't that many fans at the entrance of the center at that moment, only about thirty or fifty people, and the signing was completed quickly.

After making sure that everyone had signed, Zhou Yan chatted with them for a few more minutes with a smile, thanked them for their support and dedication, then waved and walked into the cultural center under the protection of several security guards.

After watching Zhou Yan leave, the fans started discussing excitedly.

"Wow, Ayan is really easy going."

"Well, he's a very charming person."

"It looks even more handsome up close."

"He's so tall, probably over 180 centimeters."

"Ayan has such beautiful eyes. I almost felt dizzy just now when I looked at his eyes."

"He's really not inferior to an actor."

“Higher than most actors.”

Some people looked at Charmaine Sheh and expressed envy.

"Pretty girl, you are the only one who got the TO visa."

"Lucky you."

Hearing everyone's envious voices, Charmaine Sheh hugged the photo tightly in her arms, fearing that someone else would snatch it away.

Seeing her protecting the photo, the others started laughing.

"Don't worry, pretty girl, I won't steal yours. Your name is written on it, so it's useless even if I steal it."

"Haha, let's support him more next time. Maybe he will remember us, too."

“Yeah, he’s so nice to his fans.”

……

When Zhou Yan arrived at the concert hall, the members of the Youth Piano Orchestra had already lined up and were tuning their instruments.

Conductor Yue Lin held his baton and walked back and forth on the stage, measuring the size of the stage with his footsteps.

Yue Lin is a very rigorous person, so rigorous that he has to confirm in advance how many steps it will take to get from under the stage to the stage and how much time it will take.

Zhou Yan has always believed that people in their command department have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and often pay too much attention to details.

But I have to say that it was precisely because they worked so hard that they were able to show better results during the performance later on.

The members' positions have not been determined yet. They will have to playtest to confirm the sound field effect of the ranking. If the effect does not meet the requirements, the positions will definitely be changed.

The sound field design of each concert hall is different. In different concert halls, there must be a different set of standing positions. The concert hall will give them some information in advance, but they still have to take the time to find out the specific standing positions.

This is also the task of Zhou Yan and Yue Lin, because they are the two with the best ears in the entire orchestra, and any slight difference in sound effects will not escape their ears.

The afternoon rehearsal lasted until 6:30 in the evening. Although the time was not long, basically the desired effect was achieved.

The performances for the next four days were quite intense, so Zhou Yan did not let them rehearse for too long, but instead allowed them to retain enough energy for the subsequent performances.

After finishing, Zhou Yan gave another reminder, "This time the time is tight and the task is heavy, so don't go out at night. Go to bed early and get enough rest."

"Don't worry, brother. We have been to Hong Kong before, so we are not that anxious." Li Biru said with a smile.

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "There are some places I haven't visited yet, but it doesn't matter. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I won't say anything else. You are all veterans who have been through many battles. You don't need me to tell you anything more."

……

When Zhou Yan and his friends walked out of the cultural center, there were actually quite a few music fans gathered at the door.

There are more people than when Zhou Yan came.

What surprised Zhou Yan the most was that Charmaine Sheh was still there.

Zhou Yan brought the band members to sign autographs for the fans. When it was Charmaine Sheh's turn, she looked at Zhou Yan expectantly, and Zhou Yan did not disappoint her and called out her name.

"Charmaine Sheh, you haven't been waiting at the door all this time, have you?"

Charmaine Sheh pushed up her glasses and smiled, "I was just walking around the neighborhood."

Zhou Yan nodded and asked, "Will you come tomorrow?"

"Come on, I'll come in the next few days, but I only bought tickets for the fourth show. I didn't expect it to be so hard to buy."

Seeing Charmaine Sheh's regretful face, Zhou Yan waved to the Tang Chen staff next to him and whispered something to them.

Then he didn’t say anything to Charmaine Sheh and continued signing autographs for other fans.

After Zhou Yan left, Charmaine Sheh was about to leave but was stopped by the staff.

"Hello, young lady."

Charmaine Sheh opened her eyes wide and asked in confusion, "Hello, what's up?"

"Mr. Zhou Yan is giving you a ticket for tomorrow's concert. Please come with me to the center to pick it up."

"me?"

"Yes, if your name is Charmaine Sheh."

"Yes, yes, my name is Charmaine Sheh."

"That's right, please follow me."

At this moment, Charmaine Sheh was completely confused and subconsciously followed the staff and walked into the cultural center.

The staff quickly brought the ticket to her.

When Charmaine Sheh got the ticket and saw the seat number on it, she almost jumped up. It turned out to be a ticket for the middle seat in the second row.

Seeing Charmaine Sheh's excitement, the staff also laughed, "Mr. Zhou Yan asked me to tell you, thank you for your support." (End of this chapter)