Song Zheng's show passed the final review of the director team of the Spring Festival Gala smoothly, and it can be regarded as the last train of the Spring Festival Gala. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The key reason is that the above tasks were issued too late, the time was too hasty, and in such a short period of time, it was too difficult to prepare a program related to the Olympics, which made Song Zheng cheap.

No wonder Zheng Jundu said that day that Song Zheng was a lucky person who was favored by God.

After the show, Song Zheng was still waiting for Wang Jinghua to set up a series of schemes, so that she could smoke the face of the singer surnamed Huang, but Wang Jinghua made a lot of trouble.

Wang Jinghua dealt with it like this, Song Zheng didn't think anything about it, this matter had nothing to do with him, although he didn't look down on that kind of ungrateful person, but Wang Jinghua didn't care about it, could he still hold on to it?

The Spring Festival is approaching day by day, and in the past two days, Song Zheng has been soaked in the recording studio of Taihe Wheat Field, singing the rearranged "Dream Chasing Pure Heart" over and over again.

Adapting this song, Gao Xiaosong and Song Ke both helped a lot, and after rewriting the arrangement, this song is similar to the version that Song Zheng saw in his previous life, and the GALA band performed at the Lantern Festival party, basically retaining the original taste of the song.

"Xiao Song, now that your song has sold two million, right?" Gao Xiaosong asked casually while eating noodles.

Song Zheng cleaned up the soup in the bowl and replied, "It's early! Yesterday, Sister Hua called me and said that the third batch of 500,000 yuan had just been laid, and when there were more than 1 million in the end, I would be content!"

Song Zheng said in his heart, he never thought that with such an album, he would become a god in one step, if the sales could be more than one million, when the time came, he would almost be able to share more than eight million.

Absolutely content!

More than eight million, Song Zheng didn't even dare to think about it before, when he sang in the subway passage, he could have two or three hundred yuan a day at the end of the day, when he was good, he couldn't even earn a hundred yuan, and now he suddenly can earn more than eight million at once, he feels like a dream, and there is nothing to be satisfied with.

This is making money, it's just robbing money, no wonder people say that ten years of hard work offstage is not as good as a singer for three minutes, and Teacher Huang Hong is honest and doesn't deceive me.

Gao Xiaosong listened to it and despised Song Zheng fiercely: "You are an old farmer (no sarcasm of the farmer's uncle), where is this! In the future, if you are like Zhang Xueyou, with sales of more than 100 million, your heart will not jump out!"

Song Zheng didn't take Gao Xiaosong's contempt seriously, anyway, he was quite satisfied, and when the more than eight million arrived, when the time came, the big house that he and Lin Xinru had been thinking about would be considered to be settled.

At present, the housing price in Yanjing has not reached the point of madness in the future, although it is also expensive, but it is still within the acceptable range.

Song Zheng was thinking about the small days in the future, the mobile phone rang again, and when he saw that it was Zheng Jun, he was helpless, Zheng Jun called him all day long, and called him out for a drink from time to time.

As soon as Gao Xiaosong saw Song Zheng's expression, he guessed: "It's still Junzi!?"

During this time, Gao Xiaosong was also often harassed by Zheng Jun, strictly speaking, he was not a person in the rock circle, but who let his ability be there, and I don't know what method Zheng Jun used, and he also gave him a job as the artistic director of a concert.

A group of rock veterans reminisced about their youth, struggled to die, and proved that they were not dead at the concert, and they wanted an art director of Mao!

Song Zheng smiled helplessly and connected the phone: "Brother Jun! What's wrong!, my heart is not sure!?"

Zheng Jun's tone was irritated: "Less TM nonsense, where is it?"

Song Zheng knew that Zheng Jun was in menopause during this time, so he didn't bother with him, but cautiously responded: "Here in Lao Gao." ”

"Just right! Call him to the Sichuan restaurant under Zizhu Bridge, drink two cups, I'll go first, you will be there in twenty minutes!"

After Zheng Jun finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly regardless of whether the two of them wanted it or not.

Song Zheng has also gotten used to it in the past two days, and said to Gao Xiaosong: "Yes! I'm sick again!"

Gao Xiaosong gloated and smiled: "Who let you know such a person as him, you deserve it, let's go! I happen to have other things here!"

Song Zheng saw that the fat man was smiling so happily, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Lao Gao, Zheng Jun is calling the two of us, you weigh it yourself, go or not!"

When Gao Xiaosong heard this, a smiling face collapsed instantly, and he didn't want to go, but when he thought of Zheng Jun's dog temper, coupled with the fact that he was now irritable and caused endocrine disorders, he suddenly stepped into menopause, if he didn't go, it is estimated that the friendship between the two would be broken.

"Let's go!"

The two of them went out and called a car, went straight to Zizhu Bridge, and arrived at the Sichuan restaurant, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw Zheng Jun sweating profusely dealing with a pot of hot and sour fish.

Zheng Jun glanced up at the two of them: "Hurry up, the wine is poured for you!"

Song Zheng sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and fished out a piece of fish meat from the pot: "Brother Jun, didn't you finish it yesterday, what's wrong today, what else is there to add!?"

Zheng Jun's chopsticks paused, and his expression was a little depressed: "I am absolutely unsteady in my heart!"

Zheng Jun's thoughts, Song Zheng is actually quite understandable, if these three concerts are Zheng Jun's personal shows, he will definitely not be like this, to say that Zheng Jun is still very appealing in the domestic music scene at present, and in a group of old guns who play rock and roll, he can be regarded as a figure who can get a share.

But the problem is that those three concerts are not Zheng Jun's personal shows, and he wants to bring a group of underground rock buddies to make a fuss together, which is not easy to say.

If it was put five or six years ago, the group of people gathered by Zheng Jun were all people who roared and shook three times in the circle, at that time, it was the spring of Chinese rock, and a large group of hot-blooded old and young people who played rock and roll almost overturned the Chinese music scene, but now it is not good, after the spring passed, they did not see the summer, let alone wait for the autumn harvest, and they withered directly in the winter.

He Yong of the Three Heroes of Demon Rock is crazy, Zhang Chu is crazy, Dou Wei is an immortal, Zhang Ju of the Tang Dynasty is dead, and a large group of bands have disbanded, and the remaining people have all become underground workers, clinging to their positions and not letting go, but they find that their efforts are all in vain.

To this day, not many people know those powerful characters at the beginning, and with their lineup, how many people can come to cheer, Zheng Jun's heart is uncertain.

You must know that for these three concerts, Zheng Ke gambled his net worth and life, if it was in the past, he didn't care at all, but now he can't do it, he is married and has children, and he naturally has more worries.

Song Zheng didn't speak, he didn't know how to persuade him, because he was in the same situation as Zheng Jun now, he also had a wife and children, if he stood in Zheng Jun's position and let him gamble, he didn't have the courage to ask himself.

Therefore, Song Zheng admires Zheng Jun very much in his heart!

Just to prove that rock and roll is not dead, just to take the buddies crazy again, just play so big, if there is still a fire burning in my heart, I will definitely not be able to do it.

"What's wrong with you!" Gao Xiaosong looked down on Zheng Jun in his current state, "Look at your cowardice, if you are really unsteady, just don't do it, everyone is still alive and well, what's there!"

When Zheng Jun heard this, his eyes were a little red, Song Zheng saw that he was about to get angry, and he was ready to fight, but Zheng Jun just sighed and squatted the wine glass on the table.

"I'm unwilling!" Zheng Jun said, clenching the wine glass vigorously and gritting his teeth, "To tell you the truth, this matter has been held in my heart for many years, if I don't let go of Huan'er's madness, I won't be able to close my eyes when I die!"

Song Zheng listened, he really wanted to ask: Is it worth it!?

There are many things that Song Zheng can't understand, or rather, he is a person without dreams, at least not Zheng Jun's dream of risking his life to realize.

The only thing Song Zheng wants is to live a peaceful life, if he can do what he likes, it would be better to make money easily, if not, he would not be reluctant.

In short, what Song Zheng lacks is Zheng Jun's courage to risk his life.

"Brother Jun, you ~~~~~~"

Zheng Junyi waved his hand and interrupted Song Zheng's words: "Don't say it, I know what you want to say, don't persuade me, I've heard enough of others persuading me these days!"

Don't look at the day when I was in Assen, everyone proudly said that they would support Zheng Jun to the end, but after the wine woke up, many people felt that Zheng Jun did this, and it was not worth it at all.

Rock and roll don't die, except for their gangs, who cares!

Just to give yourself an explanation, to give everything out of the way is simply crazy.

Zheng Jun suddenly laughed: "I still plan to go all the way to the dark, I know that in the eyes of many people, I do this, it's actually quite ridiculous, I insist, in the eyes of others, maybe it's not even as good as a fart, but TM Even if it's a fart, I have to let it go if I work hard!"

Gao Xiaosong listened, and laughed, and picked up the wine glass: "Okay! It's a man, just say this to you, after the New Year, throughout March, I will hand over the two hundred catties to you, whatever you want, you just let me squat at the door to buy tickets, I will do it!"

Zheng Jun also picked up the wine glass, touched it hard with Gao Xiaosong, and it!

Song Zheng watched the two old men complain to each other, and also had a feeling of blood burning, perhaps, their way of living is really alive.