(To be revised)

"Fine Biao, why don't you speak, you're sullen all the way?" Cheng Weiliang unbuttoned his shirt, threw his clothes onto the bed frame, and tore off a T-shirt from the lanyard that spanned half the room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fine Biao had already changed the whole set of clothes, and at this time he was carefully folding the baby-like suit on his bed. Hearing this, he raised his head, and the words in his heart were about to burst out, but in the end, he was suffocated.

"Say!" Cheng Weiliang smiled when he saw the look of wanting to speak on his dark face.

Xibiao scratched his head, and finally couldn't help it, but still asked a question that had been held back for a morning, "Brother Liang, I said don't be angry! I know I'm stupid, I shouldn't ask this and that." But I don't understand, that guy was clearly a Sven scum in the morning, and he just asked him to pass on the news, and he ordered more than 300 yuan to eat alone! In the end, I had to give him money! If you want to know the guy named Leslie Cheung, I can also help you inquire! Also, after getting to know Leslie Cheung, can he lend us 200,000 yuan?"

Cheng Weiliang couldn't help laughing, is this guy distressed about the 500 yuan red envelope he gave away, or is he worried that he can't borrow 200,000 yuan?

"Brother Liang, don't laugh! We rented 600 clothes, he ate 300, took 500, and we spent 1,400 on Chen Xiaorong! He has more than my monthly salary in one day! This Zhang Guorong is gold-inlaid, it costs so much money to know him?"

"Hahaha, you're right, he's really gold-inlaid!" Cheng Weiliang was amused, turned around and took out a stack of papers from under the bedside, held it in his hand and raised it towards the fine label, "After getting to know Leslie Cheung, we can exchange these papers in our hands for gold from his hands." ”

Fine Biao jumped out of bed excitedly, took a look at the stack of papers, and was dumbfounded! "A few tunes?

"Of course!" Cheng Weiliang gave him a very affirmative answer.

"Brother Liang, do you want Zhang Guorong to recommend us to the record company, and then after we sing it, these songs will be worth 200,000?"

Cheng Weiliang couldn't help but smile when he heard this, this guy really dared to think!, "Do you think the record company might make us singers?"

"Impossible!" Finemark was stunned for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly. I know what I expected, and Brother Liang doesn't have an ID card!

"Then Brother Liang, why did you hint to Chen Xiaorong before that the two of us like to sing, and wanted Zhang Guorong to recommend us to sing on Huaxing Records, and asked me to hum a few words to him on the spot?"

The reason for this is a bit complicated, but in simple terms, this is a roundabout strategy! The general psychology of people is that they always have a low opinion of what is automatically delivered to their door! And if we want to sell songs at a high price, we have to pay attention to some strategies. ”

The strategy is too complicated, I don't understand! But when I heard that there was really a way to make 200,000 yuan, I clung to the papers tightly, for fear that they would disappear. "Then, then we can actually vote directly to other record companies! Brother Liang, I can find out the addresses of those companies!"

Cheng Weiliang shook his head, "If you submit it directly to the record company, there are three most likely results. ”

"Which three?"

"First, it is lost in the massive number of submission letters received by the record company, and it may be dismantled and inspected by employees after three or two months, or it will never be discovered; second, it is quickly dismantled and inspected, but the reviewer's professionalism is low, and the song manuscript is not accepted by the company; third, the song is adopted, but according to the industry rules, a song by an unknown newcomer is worth about one or two thousand yuan, at most five thousand. If we want to get 200,000 yuan, we have to write more than 100 tunes. The corners of Cheng Weiliang's mouth were slightly sarcastic, and he analyzed the possible situation all the way with the fine mark.

"Ahh......h How is this so far off? We only have six songs. After listening to the analysis, the heat in the heart of the fine mark seemed to be poured with cold water.

"That's why we need to spend this thousand four to help us appreciate the value of six songs from 1,000 yuan to 50,000 yuan! Chen Xiaorong is a catalyst, he can help us say good things in front of Leslie Cheung. Of course, the most important thing is that the song itself is excellent. ”

Xibiao asked with some hesitation: "Then, will that Zhang Guorong buy these songs?"

Zhang Guorong has been in ATV's singing competition since 77 years and won the runner-up, the record contract was signed to Polygram, and he has released two or three records in the past few years, but he has not been popular, all supported by doing some variety shows for ATV and participating in some TV series. It wasn't until he defected to Huaxing Records in 82 and followed the gold medal manager Chen Shufen that his singing career gradually improved. Not long ago, he released the first "The Wind Continues to Blow", which became popular and began to emerge.

Now, it is the time when this future superstar will not become popular, Zhang Guorong After several years of polishing, what he lacks now is only to make fans deeply remember his representative works!

"He will. Even if he doesn't buy it, his manager will do it! Cheng Weiliang lay on his back on the babbling wooden frame bed, resting his head on his hands and replied leisurely.

……

On the May issue, only one day later, Cheng Weiliang received a message from Chen Xiaorong and made an appointment to meet at a bar in Causeway Bay in the evening.

"Relax, don't be nervous! You just have to do what I taught you before, don't wear a goof, it's okay! Everything else, I'm all in it!" Cheng Weiliang helped Xibiao straighten his bow tie before going out, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a relaxed smile.

Fine Biao straightened his chest and took a deep breath, and Zhengse said: "Brother Liang, don't worry, for 200,000!

"Okay, let'sgo!" Cheng Weiliang waved his hand, and the two walked out of the door with high morale like warriors on the march.

The Diamond Hill area is located in the northern part of the Kowloon Peninsula, and it is a long way to cross the Victoria Strait to Causeway Bay.

After getting off the crowded red double-decker bus, the two walked all the way, and were about to cross an intersection and turn into a bustling alley behind a tall office building, but they saw some onlookers at the intersection in front of them.

Xibiao stopped an older Abel and asked, "Abel, what's going on?"

Abel said to Nunu in front of him, "Well, the immigration bureau will work with the messenger to round up the stowaways! The men of the two families escaped, and the wife and daughter were arrested." I don't know which anti-bone boy reported to the immigration bureau, this kind of person really does not cultivate yin morality! Hey, everyone is a neighbor in the street, why should the Chinese be embarrassed by the Chinese!" Abel shook his head and sighed as he walked.

"What should I do? Liang ...... Brother Liang: Why don't we go back first?" Xibiao had already seen two policemen in front of him randomly checking the ID cards of passers-by, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Calm down! You have an ID card!" Cheng Weiliang saw that the fine mark was already a bit of a headless fly, and he lost his sense of proportion, so he quickly let out a low sigh! He thought for a moment and ordered: "In this way, you go over alone." I'll figure out how to get through it later. ”

With an "oh" sound, he was pushed by Cheng Weiliang and walked forward involuntarily. As he walked, he looked back hesitantly, a worried look on his face.

A thin military patrol officer, who had just finished checking a young man who looked like an old boy, turned his head and saw the fine mark coming over, seeing that he was well-dressed, he didn't plan to spot check him, but the closer he got, the more he noticed that the fine mark looked a little strange, and when the two passed by, the thin policeman felt that the thin mark's straight chest seemed to tremble a little?

"Sir, police raid! Please show your ID. The skinny policeman called out to the fine mark behind him.

The fine mark shook his body, stopped stiffly, took out an ID card from his pocket with an expressionless face, and handed it over.

The thin policeman looked at the fine mark, carefully checked the photo on the ID card, and finally turned his head sideways to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, reported the ID number, and asked the main station to check and confirm that there was no problem before letting him go.

After getting his documents back, he resisted the urge to "want to turn back" and walked forward mechanically with other pedestrians.

Cheng Weiliang observed from a distance and found that the police were only checking some people they felt a little suspicious, and not everyone was checking. He laughed secretly, and this guy also said that he was going to join the club, but he was already very nervous when he met a little policeman!

Cheng Weiliang straightened his clothes and slowly paced forward with a calm demeanor.

One of them, an older middle-aged policeman with a small belly, glanced at him and turned his gaze behind him. The thin young policeman looked at him, his steps as if hesitating to come over.

Cheng Weiliang secretly said in his heart that he must not let the stunned young policeman come over and speak first, he has to seize the initiative.

"excuseme!" he said with a smile as he hurried forward, stopping the old policeman who had passed him.

The old policeman was stunned for a moment, could it be that he was Japanese? He put away his previous casualness, leaned forward slightly, and asked in Cantonese: "Sir, this is the Xiangjiang Royal Police, may I ask if there is a person who can serve you?"

"sir,iefromchicago,please......" Cheng Weiliang muttered a bunch of American English as soon as he came up, saying that he was from Chicago and came to Xiangjiang for a vacation, and now he was lost, and he reported an address and wanted to ask the police to show him the way.

Although most of Xiangjiang's schools are taught in English, the old policeman has not been to school for a few years, and he is in a hurry to speak English, he probably understands that Cheng Weiliang is asking for directions, and he can't express himself, so he hurriedly called his companions over, "Ah Cheng, which country is Chicago?"

"Uncle Dong, Chicago is not a country, it is the city of Chicago in the United States. The young policeman corrected in a whisper.

The old policeman pushed Ah Cheng in front of Cheng Weiliang, "Definite, you speak good English, you ...... You come and talk to him. ”

Cheng Weiliang wanted to get out quickly, and quickly repeated the question. The young policeman didn't know whether he was nervous or couldn't speak well, a very simple question to ask the address, he even said with a gesture, if it wasn't for Cheng Weiliang really knowing where the address was, he really didn't understand the other party's oral expression.

"OK, isee, isee!" Cheng Weiliang raised his hands to indicate that he had been defeated! He interrupted the young policeman's staccato and laborious oral expression. I thought that many people in this cosmopolitan city are probably also dumb in English, and their spoken expression is worse than that of written expression. If it weren't for his business relationship, if it weren't for the enthusiastic Yankee living next door to his apartment, his own spoken language wouldn't be so slippery! Oh my God, what's the matter? I'd better get out of here.

The young policeman probably also knew that his spoken language was poor, and his face was a little red.

"Ah Cheng, what's the matter?" While entangled, a pleasant but slightly cold female voice came from behind Cheng Weiliang.

“madam！”“madam！”

The two policemen dropped Cheng Weiliang, stood up straight, raised their legs and stomped down vigorously, stood upright, raised their hands, and saluted the visitors!

Cheng Weiliang turned around and looked, the policewoman, the policewoman in uniform, the young policewoman with a flower on her shoulder, the beautiful, cold, iceberg policewoman with "Don't come near me" written on her face!

"What's going on?" replied the female police officer with neat and pretty short hair, still speaking so briefly.

"Well, this is an American friend, who has come to Hong Kong for a trip, and we are helping him show him the way. However...... Ah Cheng was still unconsciously a little nervous in the face of the alumni who entered the Xiangjiang Police Academy with him for training a year ago.

Under the pressure of the female police officer's eyes, Ah Cheng's face turned a little red and continued, "However, he only understands English, and he doesn't seem to understand what I say." ”

The female police officer glanced at Cheng Weiliang, turned back to the police car parked on the side of the road, opened the door, and said to Cheng Weiliang in standard and fluent London English: "The Xiangjiang Royal Police is a professional and humane team that serves the general public and foreign friends. This gentleman, welcome to Xiangjiang Tour, please get on the bus!

Sure enough, it's a very cold fan, is it implying that I have humiliated the professionalism of your Royal Police?

"Thank you!" Cheng Weiliang maintained a smile on his face. Looking at the posture of this female police officer, if she refused, I wonder what unpredictable things would happen next?

"Mr. Kevin, byebye! Xiangjiang is a beautiful city, I hope you have fun!" Cheng Weiliang sat in the car, the old policeman's wrinkled face was full of smiles, and he waved goodbye to him warmly.

Cheng Weiliang responded with a smile and a smile.

Fack: I'm talking to you old fritters, and I just want to talk a few nonsense and get by! I don't really want you to show me the way! Why should the Xiangjiang police be so enthusiastic? Now, in the wide back compartment of this special police car, there are policemen on the left and right, sandwiching me in the middle, isn't this the scene of the police escorting the prisoner on TV? Unlucky, I, a smuggler, still got into the police car!

"Brother Liang!" a mournful cry was faintly heard in the distance.

"Bah! Bullshit banana man, I don't know how to speak Chinese, I really forget my ancestors! What efromchicago, my son is better than you, he efromengland!" The old policeman snorted fiercely after the car drove away, causing Ah Cheng to be surprised inexplicably.

With a "click", he opened the car door and got out of the car, Cheng Weiliang showed a sincere smile into the car, "thank youverymuch!hkpoliceis......" Cheng Weiliang paused, and finally fixed on the upward thumbs up.

The car door closed, and Cheng Weiliang exhaled deeply, "The smuggler has been living like a year, and he is finally out of the cloud of cold violence!" But it's really self-inflicted, how can the address casually reported just now be so far away from tonight's destination bar?

The door of the car was closed, and one of the two plainclothes policewomen in the car who had not opened their mouths said with a smile: "Madam, this American friend is a few pretty boys and a few cool, and he didn't say a word from the moment he got into the car! )