Damn, it's a guitar bag!

The moment he bumped into it, Zhang Heng figured out what it was.

With a bang, the guitar bag was hit to the ground, and a surprised and heartbroken face immediately stretched out, it was Xu Guanjie.

He glanced at Zhang Heng, and immediately squatted down to open the guitar bag, carefully took out the guitar, carefully checked the appearance, and swept the strings twice casually, only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

Because of the thick cotton lining in the bag, the guitar is fine.

"I'm sorry I hit it!" Zhang Heng also squatted down and leaned in to observe this famous piano that exuded a wild atmosphere.

"Ah Sam, there's nothing wrong with the guitar, right?" He Meiyun stood beside the two of them at some point, leaned over slightly and said in concern.

"It should be fine, Miss He. Xu Guanjie looked up and smiled.

"Thankfully, the Gibson-J200 is a year's salary. Zhang Heng deliberately pretended to be relieved and laughed at himself.

He Meiyun gave him a blank look, and then looked at him strangely: "You know the guitar?"

Xu Guanjie also asked this sentence almost at the same time.

"Understands a little bit. Zhang Heng said modestly.

In his previous life, when he was a student, he really wanted to have a good guitar, but at that time he had no money, and when he stepped into the society and had money, he felt that even playing a handful of red cotton was an extremely happy thing.

In addition to a few domestic guitars at home, a Gibson Skylark is barely expensive, and the D28 and J200 have only been played by people.

It's sad to think about it, at that time, he wasn't even interested in getting started.

In this life, he felt that he could have more fun, otherwise, last time in Apliu Street, he would not have taken it down as soon as he saw the second-hand D28.

"Why don't you play a song? As if seeing the strong love in Zhang Heng's eyes, Xu Guanjie handed over the guitar.

Glancing at He Meiyun, who was also looking expectantly, Zhang Heng looked around and hesitated.

"We can go over there and play, don't worry, just the two of us, you can't bear to refuse even the lady's sincere request." Xu Guanjie pointed to the end of the corridor and teased.

There was the end of the corridor, near the windowsill, and there was a small open space, inaccessible.

"Okay. Zhang Heng walked to the window with the guitar in his arms and smiled at the two people who followed him, "I usually don't practice much, I don't play well, don't laugh, please advise." ”

The tone must have been adjusted by Xu Guanjie, and Zhang Heng swept the strings twice at random, which really deserved its wild name, and it was indeed very suitable for live performances.

Then he played another broken chord, nodded, and began to play it in earnest, a little jerky at first, but soon became familiar with it.

He played "Kiss the Rain", which was not very difficult and suitable for today's weather.

The sound of the piano tinkling and the sound of rain dripping, both the performers and the listeners fell into a certain artistic conception of joy and sorrow.

After the song was played, Zhang Heng shook his head slightly, J200 is not very suitable for playing this kind of Japanese and Korean style folk songs, he used D28 to play the effect at Nuan Yuyuan's house is more transparent and clear.

"Smack, smack!" Xu Guanjie applauded lightly, his eyes were full of joy, He Meiyun beside him looked at Zhang Heng blankly, and his small mouth opened slightly unconsciously.

"You haven't been buying this piano for long. Zhang Heng handed over the guitar.

"Yes, the sound hasn't been fully turned on yet," Xu Guanjie didn't pick up the guitar, "Don't be in a hurry to return me, I'll play it again, I want to record it." ”

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to answer, he squatted down and put down his backpack, took out a tape recorder from it, and took out another tape, wanting to put it in.

Zhang Heng squatted down with the guitar in his arms, and glanced at the tape recorder curiously, the brand turned out to be Fidelipac, the originator of the cassette recorder.

He reached out and snatched the tape, and sure enough, it was also a cassette.

These can be regarded as antique-level things.

Seeing his somewhat surprised look, Xu Guanjie smiled and said: "The machine is an antique from 57 years, or it was picked up on Yaliao Street, I always feel that Philips' cassette tapes and machines sound a little less vitality." ”

Even if digital music is developed to the extreme in the future, there are still people who are willing to listen to vinyl, whether it is nostalgia, fever, or showing off.

Zhang Heng did not comment on this, and when he saw this tape recorder, the first thing that popped up in his mind was the Walkman (Walkman), and then the VCR (Home Video Recorder).

The former was first launched by SONY, and the latter was launched by SONY and JVC respectively, from about 75 to 79 years.

At least two more years!

These two companies should be in research and development, and their accumulation is not comparable to me.

Do you want to do it?

I know the results, but the technical details?

Maybe it's still too late, as long as there are corresponding technical talents and capital investment, at least I know the result, and I have a clear direction.

If you want to work on these two products, will the arcade project be affected?

Where should the talent be mined, and how much money is needed?

How do you reconcile existing resources?

At this time, Zhang Heng had no mind to cooperate with Xu Guanjie to record anymore, and one thought after another beat in his mind like lightning.

He put the tape in his bag, forced the guitar back into Xu Guanjie's hand, got up and left.

"Sam, I suddenly thought of something, next time I have the opportunity to record with you. ”

Xu Guanjie hurriedly packed his bag, and looked at his distant back with a smile, He Meiyun had already chased after him.

"I'm sorry!" she didn't stop Zhang Heng this time, but followed him closely, "May I ask, what is the name of the song you played just now?"

Seeing Zhang Heng glancing at herself with a sideways face, she showed a pitiful expression, "I just think it's very good, and I've never heard it before, so ......"

"The Mark of the Rain. Zhang Heng quickened his pace, wanting to get rid of her and rush to the elevator, he no longer had the patience to participate in this so-called banquet here.

"Xiao Zhang Sheng!" Someone stopped him again, it was He Hongluan and another much older man, the two looked at him and He Meiyun who was following closely with a smile.

"Fifth grandfather. He Meiyun called out crisply, and went over to take the old man's hand.

The old man touched her head dotingly, and said to Zhang Heng with a smile: "This is the little Zhang Sheng of the famous Xiangjiang, Hongluan told me to bring you, we looked inside for a while, and sure enough, Hongluan expected that you would come out to relax, we didn't disturb you, right?"

"Fifth Grandpa, what are you talking about? He Meiyun's face flushed, and she shook his hand unrelentingly.

What's going on?

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly and didn't know how to explain, He Hongluan smiled and said: "Zhang Heng, this is my fifth uncle, Mr. He Zuozhi, chairman of Commercial Radio. ”

It turned out to be him, Sir Ho's youngest illegitimate child, the founder of Commercial Radio, and the future founder of Jiashi, who only got an inheritance of 50,000 Hong Kong dollars from his father, but he started a huge career from scratch.

What is more commendable is that he has been industrious and simple all his life, and has been keen on public welfare all his life, as the saying goes, to be a man to "endure and suffer", and the proper management philosophy is "good for everyone to be good together", treating employees like children and nephews, which is very desirable in the media industry of Hong Kong.

Zhang Heng respectfully bent down and saluted: "Hello Mr. He!"

"Good, good, young man is in good spirits, good, good!" He Zuozhi smiled and took the initiative to shake hands with him, took out a light silver business card and put it in his palm.

"Today, others are doing things, it's not convenient to talk deeply, next time you must come to the radio station to find me, aren't you doing that kind of newspaper post, I'll give you a discount on advertising fees." ”

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