Director Yang immediately became interested when he heard that the song was written by Zhang Zhonghua.
Although Zhang Zhonghua went to the Publicity Department, to be honest, a newly graduated high school student can indeed be regarded as a cultural person now.
But after all, he had just started working and had no experience. In recent months, Director Yang asked whether he expected Zhang Zhonghua to achieve anything, but he never expected that he would actually write a song.
Director Yang said with three parts curiosity, three parts expectation, three parts confusion and one part shock: "Oh, the song written by Xiaohua? Or is it based on the experiences of southern Gansu and the experiences of real people? Come on, sing me.
Listen."
"Director, this song is called Red Star Shines on Me to Fight, Small Bamboo Pavilion in the Middle Reaches of the River...,"
Zhang Zhonghua sang the song again very obediently.
Director Yang was obviously very intoxicated.
"Okay, okay, great, let's see how those old guys compare to me."
Director Yang was very happy and praised Zhang Zhonghua loudly. He really didn't expect that Zhang Zhonghua would write such a song. It seemed like he was right to go to the Publicity Department.
"Then it's settled, just this song, Xiaohua goes back and practices hard, and strives to be selected by the ministry. By then, my face, Old Yang, will be bright. Old Liu, ah."
"Director, your instructions!"
"Contact the art troupe immediately and send the music score."
Director Yang arranged for Liu Jianshe to contact the art troupe to familiarize himself with the score. These days, every place and system has its own art troupe. As a key department, Jinbu naturally also has its own art troupe.
"Xiaohua, as for you, practice your songs again and ask Lao Liu to take you to the art troupe in a few days to practice together. When the department comes to review the program in a while, perform well and try to be selected."
Although Director Yang himself is not a good singer, he is also a well-informed person. Zhang Zhonghua writes very good songs and sings them well, but he is still far from performing for the whole country. I thought, I really can’t find someone for him.
Teacher reinforcement?
Listening to Director Yang's expectant words, he also heard the meaning in Director Yang's words that his level was not good enough. Without hesitation, Zhang Zhonghua silently changed his skills from the on-camera position to singing proficiency.
(When will a mission come and give me an on-hook slot?
There are too few appearances in this system, give me more tasks! I want attribute points, I want space, I want idle slots!!!)
There is still a high chance that the program will be selected for the upper part. This is thanks to the connections left by the original body. The songs have also withstood the test of time, so they must be excellent. In addition, the connections left by the original body
, the results are self-evident.
Some people would say this is called nepotism, but if you think about it, for the same ability, should you use an acquaintance with whom you have a good relationship or a stranger?
Of course, there is also the assistance of the system and your own efforts.
(Narration by Honey: You should most thank the readers, the author, and the harmonious society.)
Of course, it’s not a big deal if the song isn’t selected. But we can’t go wrong, because if the song is selected, something goes wrong during the final performance and it’s Barbie Q.
It seems that I will have to practice singing hard in the next period of time.
What was it like to be a singer in the 1960s and 1970s? In a few decades, you will be considered an old artist, right?
Just get more familiar with the songs and let the system do the rest.
When I returned to the courtyard after get off work in the afternoon, I saw Qin Huairu standing in the middle courtyard waiting.
Qin Huairu saw Zhang Zhonghua coming back and immediately came to greet him.
"Sister Qin, what do you want from me? I don't have Brother Zhuzi's leftovers."
Zhang Zhonghua was curious as to what Qin Huairu was looking for right now.
"Xiaohua, do you still remember what I told you last time?"
Qin Huairu looked at Zhang Zhonghua's face and whispered to Zhang Zhonghua in a somewhat uneasy voice.
Last time? Was he changing jobs or introducing a job to He Yuzhu?
"What did Sister Qin say?"
"It's about my country cousin."
"Oh, is this what Sister Qin said? Remember, remember, how is it?"
When Zhang Zhonghua heard this, he perked up.
"Ding"
"Task system activation"
"Get the mission: Silly Zhu's marriage!"
Zhang Zhonghua opened the panel and pulled it all the way down.
Mission: Silly Zhu's Marriage: He Yuzhu, a cook at the steel rolling mill, has a close relationship with the host, but he is still alone at the age of thirty. He asks the host to help Silly Zhu successfully get married. Mission reward: 1 free attribute point, 1 cubic meter of system space.
It's a pity that there is no hang-up position.
"I took a day off today and went back to my hometown specifically to tell my uncle about this matter. My uncle was very satisfied with me when I told him about Zhuzi's conditions, so I thought I could meet him in two days."
Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu acted very quickly. In just a few days, she went back to her hometown to ask for news. It seemed that she really took what she said to her last time seriously.
"Oh, this relationship is great. If this can happen, I will thank you very much. I want to discuss it with the uncle, aunt and the old lady."
"Okay, I'll wait for your news."
After Zhang Zhonghua finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the first man's house.
When I arrived at the door of the uncle's house, I pushed the door open and went in. In those days, including in many rural areas now, there was no need to knock on the door to enter the hospital. They just shouted hello as they entered. You could get to the door quickly.
Shouting twice, then pushing the door open and entering the room, giving you time to react is already considered a courtesy.
"Master, mom, are you at home?"
"Xiaohua? What's going on? Are you so angry?"
The first uncle and the first aunt heard Zhang Zhonghua's voice and walked out of the back room.
"It's like this. The last time I chatted with Qin Huairu, we talked about Brother Zhuzi's marriage. Sister Qin said that she had a sister in her hometown who was beautiful, capable, and someone who could make a living. I asked her to go back to her hometown to ask.
Isn't this just now, Sister Qin told me that her uncle has no objection, I wonder if we can arrange for them to meet in two days?"
Zhang Zhonghua briefly explained the cause and effect of the matter. After that, he picked up the tea party on the square table, poured a glass of water and drank it. The weather was already relatively hot, and he was riding a bicycle all the way back, so he was indeed a little thirsty.
At the stall where Zhang Zhonghua was drinking water, the uncle thought carefully about what Zhang Zhonghua had just said.
"Do you think Qin Huairu is sincere? Or?"
The first uncle Yi Zhonghai asked Zhang Zhonghua with some uncertainty and wanted to hear Zhang Zhonghua's thoughts. Although the first uncle Yi Zhonghai was well-informed and sophisticated.
But after all, he is not a god or omniscient. He does not know that Zhang Zhonghua once had cordial, friendly and in-depth talks with Qin Huairu. Therefore, he is suspicious of Qin Huairu's sudden change.
"You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Qin Huairu came to me for help that night, so I took the opportunity to have a good talk with her... blah blah blah."
Zhang Zhonghua told the first uncle and the first aunt the general content of the conversation that night.
Zhang Zhonghua's words really shocked Yi Zhonghai. Auntie raised her head and glanced at him.
"That's it. I asked Qin Huairu how come she has changed so much. She also came to me before, hoping that I could help her change her position. I was so angry that she refused."
The first uncle Yi Zhonghai said without changing his expression after hearing Zhang Zhonghua's words.
"Well, Xiaohua, you go and talk to Zhuzi about this first. Your aunt and I will go to the old lady's place to hear what she thinks."
When Zhang Zhonghua heard the first man's words, he responded and went out to find He Yuzhu.
At this time, He Yuzhu had just come back, following Zhang Zhonghua. After he handed the lunch box to Qin Huairu, he returned home humming a ditty.
Zhang Zhonghua pushed open the door and entered.
"Brother Zhuzhu, do you want a wife? You want a wife... As long as you open Jinkou, I will send it to you in two days."
"Then just send it over."
"Okay, what a gentleman has to say. You hurry up and clean up..."
He Yuzhu was a little confused. What's the situation? I always feel like something is wrong. Is this my line? Why do I have the urge to put down the spatula and gallop forward!!!
"Wait a minute, Xiaohua, let me figure it out!"
He Yuzhu suppressed the sense of disobedience in his heart and stopped Zhang Zhonghua from continuing.
"You asked me if I want a wife?"
"yes!"
"Send it to me in two days?"
"yes!"
"Were you kidnapped?"
"Yes or no!"
"Then where can you get me a wife?"
He Yuzhu looked at Zhang Zhonghua with a confused expression. His confused expression looked quite cute when paired with his old face.
"It's like this. I asked Sister Qin to introduce you to a daughter-in-law. Sister Qin said that she has a cousin... bala bala bala, she will be here in two days. She is young, beautiful, and capable, so you are blind.
."
"Hey, what are you talking about? Why are you so worthy of me?"
Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu became angry! He immediately stared and kicked Zhang Zhonghua in the butt.
Zhang Zhonghua dodged He Yuzhu's attack.
"Why? Because you are old! Why don't you take a shower?"
He Yuzhu suddenly had the urge to drink hand-ground coffee! Are you a NM?
"I won't make trouble with you anymore. I will arrange for Sister Yuyu to come back tomorrow. Then she and Auntie will come over and tidy up your house. I will take you to put on a decent outfit, and then take you to take a good bath.
Take a bath, you’re all rotten.”
After saying that, Zhang Zhonghua pinched his nose and slammed the door and fled He Yuzhu's house quickly, without giving He Yuzhu a chance to fight back.
"Zhang Zhonghua, you little bastard, tell me clearly, who is older? Who doesn't take a bath? Just wait, don't fall into my hands!"
He Yuzhu's angry roar came from inside the house.
The next morning, Zhang Zhonghua asked his uncle Yi Zhonghai to go to the factory to ask for a day's leave from Zhang Zhonghua and He Yuzhu.
"Brother Zhuzi, how much money do you have left?"
Zhang Zhonghua came to He Yuzhu's house and dragged He Yuzhu out of bed.
He Yuzhu took out an iron box from under the bed, which contained a large amount of money and a small number of various tickets.
There was six to seven hundred yuan. To be honest, it was a little more than He Yuzhu expected, but not much more.
"That's it? What's this enough for? Three turns and one ring, right? We need to spend money on the wedding banquet, right? We need to prepare sister Yuyu's dowry, right?"
When a lesbian gets married these days, generally speaking, 90% of her status in her husband's family is determined by the dowry!
Zhang Zhonghua glanced at He Yuzhu disdainfully and curled his lips disdainfully.
"It's quite a lot. In the past, Yuyu had to pay tuition, eat and buy clothes. Now you, Sister Yuyu, are working. I can have a drink and give Sister Qin as much as three to five yuan a month, and as much as seven or eight yuan."
Yes! I can save a lot of these."
He Yuzhu looked at Zhang Zhonghua aggrievedly.
Seeing the aggrieved expression on He Yuzhu's old face, Zhang Zhonghua felt a chill.
