"How much money do we make now?" Zhang Zhao's first sentence made Dou Qiu stunned, for more than a month, except for taking one or twenty yuan a week to buy books, Zhang Zhao has never cared about how much money he has earned. He occasionally thinks that if he really hides some of Qian Zhangzhao, he shouldn't be able to find out, but he still endures it because of the principle of being a man.

"It's more than 10,000, but buy equipment plus labor wages and material costs, and there are about 5,000 left, do you want to use the money?" Dou Qiu replied.

Zhang Zhao nodded, this number was about the same as he estimated: "I want to remind you that you should go to apply for a business license." ”

Dou Qiu shook his head and said: "Forget it, you need to go to the street to open a certificate for a business license for self-employed people, and the license needs to be signed and sealed by several departments. ”

"You have to do it with a lot of effort, and only after you do it is done can it be justified. ”

Dou Qiu said indifferently: "It's okay, I went to Fengcheng to deliver goods, and I met a lot of people who made various goods, clothing, shoes and hats, and there were no procedures." ”

Zhang Zhao said: "It's better to be careful, it's easy for you to take advantage of loopholes, but if something happens, it's a crime." ”

"Then I'll inquire about it again, and try to get it as soon as possible. ”

"By the way," Zhang Zhao continued, "By the way, ask this broken brick factory again to see if it is possible to rent or buy it." ”

After all this, Zhang Zhao was stunned to find that he was still the same as before, but he had changed from passively cooperating with others to taking the initiative to arrange other people to do things. Rare with a bit of fighting spirit, he was also going to buy a few books on management, but unfortunately there were no such books for sale in Xinhua Bookstore at this time. Then we can only wait for a letter from Xiangjiang.

Originally, Luo Dayou didn't care much about this child thousands of miles away, until he received a reply with a tape. At this time, he was going through the procedures for naturalization in the United States, but he had been in Xiangjiang. In a new environment, his inspiration gushed out, and within a week he wrote a song "Pearl of the Orient", but the process of filling in the lyrics was not smooth.

When he was considering whether to find a lyricist to help fill in the lyrics, Zhang Zhao's tapes and letters arrived in Xiangjiang for more than a month. Seeing Zhang Zhao's messy and scribbled simplified Chinese characters, Luo Dayou almost had an urge to collapse, and even Meng guessed that he probably understood the meaning, that is, thank you for the game console she bought him, and then there was a new song he dreamed of for him to listen to.

Which song did you use to change the lyrics this time, and if you can hear the style, you can know who is joking with you. He casually put the tape into the tape recorder and pressed play.

The soft and tactful saxophone sounded, Luo Dayou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and even made a soundtrack, and the level was very good. But when the little girl's singing voice sang to the tune, he was not calm at all, it turned out that he had only finished writing the tune of "Pearl of the Orient" a few days ago?

Unlike "Tomorrow Will Be Better", which was written as a public welfare song, he hasn't shown this song to anyone, how did that kid thousands of miles away know? Wait, it doesn't seem right, he hurriedly took the envelope, and the postmark on the October 15 mark made him completely crazy, and his song hadn't even started to be written at that time!

Oh my God, his dream of predicting the future turned out to be true, and the strange feeling that a song he hadn't written yet had been recorded on tape made him shudder. Fortunately, that kid didn't expect to publish it directly, otherwise a song that would have belonged to him would have become someone else's signature.

No, this kid must be taken care of!" He called his assistant while rewinding the cartridge: "Ah Kuan, you go to the mall and buy all the Nintendo game cartridges!"

Ah Kuan was stunned: "Brother Luo, I asked last time I bought a game console, there are dozens of games on that game card, and I have to buy them all?"

"If you want to go, you will go, by the way, what if you let a mainlander come to Xiangjiang now? Help me ask!" Luo Dayou waved his hand and sent the assistant away.

Luo Dayou listened to the song again, the tune is slightly different but obviously much more perfect than his own draft, as for the lyrics, it is in line with his own style, to anyone who is familiar with himself, he will feel that this must be a song created by himself.

"Brother Luo, I've inquired, it's easiest to get a tourist visa from the Chinese Travel Service on the mainland, especially with your guarantee, it's almost certain that it can be done. After a while, Ah Kuan walked in with a big cardboard box and said to Luo Dayou.

"That's okay, you inquire about the procedures, I'm going to go to the mainland recently, and then bring a child to Xiangjiang ......"

Zhang Zhao saw Luo Dayou when he was in kindergarten, and a group of children couldn't recognize this big singer, but the two teachers had heard his songs, especially Xu Xiaofei, who was even more excited and speechless.

Luo Dayou greeted the two teachers very casually, and then called Zhang Zhao out: "Have you been dreaming lately?"

"No, this is the only time I've dreamed of your song in the last few months. Zhang Zhao shook his head, Luo Dayou has not yet created the songs, he only remembers the songs of the Longitudinal Line era, because the age is too old, it is really not suitable to take it out.

Luo Dayou heard the other meaning: "My song?

Zhang Zhao nodded: "Of course." If Luo Dayou asked a few days ago, he might continue to hide his clumsiness. But since you have decided to change your personality slowly, it is time to show a little bit of sharpness sometimes. Saying that, he casually hummed a song "Men Should Be Self-Improvement" - this is one of the few songs he can sing without going out of tune.

Luo Dayou lowered his head and pondered for a while and said, "This lyric should be Yueyu, right?"

Zhang Zhao scratched his head and said, "This song is in Chinese Yue, and it will come out in the next few years." He doesn't remember when he wrote the song, but when he was in elementary school, he was shouting everywhere that Foshan has no shadowless feet, but it was no mistake.

Luo Dayou hesitated, but couldn't help but ask the question he was most worried about: "Since this is a song that has not been created, why don't you just register the copyright yourself?"

"Because these songs have masters, I started to think that everything in my dream was fake, who knew that the first song "Tomorrow Will Be Better" was Uncle Luo's song, you said that if I really took it to register the copyright, what would you think?"

Copying songs, he also wants to. Zhang Zhao smiled bitterly, he knows everything from his own family, he has lived for 30 more years, he has heard a lot of songs, but the only ones that can completely remember the lyrics and songs are square dance songs such as "Little Apple" and "The Most Dazzling National Style". For example, the song Pearl of the Orient, if it weren't for the help of Ye Ziling, there would be a lot of absurdity, this kind of song was shown to the original author, because most of the similarities could naturally make them stunned, but if they changed to someone who had never heard it, they would not necessarily buy it. In addition, in the entire Chinese-speaking region, the income of music creators is not too high, at least compared to singing stars.

"Good boy, just with your words, I can help in the future, I must have nothing to say!" Luo Dayou said approvingly: "If I had your ability, I guess I would have gotten the song to my name a long time ago!"

solved his biggest heart disease, Luo Dayou's mentality was a lot easier, but he didn't know what to talk about with a 4-year-old child, so he could only take out all the game cartridges he had prepared, and these cartridges cost him nearly 10,000 yuan, which is not a small amount.

"Oh, Uncle Luo, thank you so much. Zhang Zhao was overjoyed to see so many game cards, but thinking that this year is only 85 years old, and many classic games will not be made in a few years, he can't help but be a little entangled: "It's too expensive for you to buy so many game cards, why don't I designate the game next time?"

The muscles on Luo Da's right face twitched, this kid was completely dependent on him, fortunately, these little things didn't have much money, and it was worth it to get his guarantee that he would not rush to register the copyright of his songs: "Zhang Zhao, why don't you go to Xiangjiang with me, you can buy whatever game you want by then, how about it?"

Zhang Zhao was stunned, he had been to Xiangjiang in his previous life, but it was more than 20 years later, although it was still prosperous, but it was difficult to hide the decline, and now he had the opportunity to go to Xiangjiang in full swing, which was really good. And you can also go to Pengcheng, the leading city of reform and opening up, maybe you will find any opportunities, not necessarily?

"Then trouble Uncle Luo, I like Xiangjiang the most! But can you let my dad go with me? You know, I'm only a 4-year-old child, and my family must not worry about me going so far alone. ”

Luo Dayou nodded and agreed without much thought: "That's fine, otherwise I'm rashly taking a child around, and I don't know how others will misunderstand me." ”

Zhang Zhao said: "You just arrived in Xiangjiang, and you were scared by the paparazzi?"

"Yes, these newspapers and magazines are simply bastards when they distort the facts. Sometimes I can't wait to beat them!" Luo Dayou had just lived in Xiangjiang for a few months, and he found three waves of people who were following him to shoot, and I don't know how many people I didn't find. He still misses the media control on Treasure Island and the mainland.

Zhang Zhao pouted and said: "Uncle Luo, if you are angry with them, you will lose, but they can't wait for you to beat him, and then you can report on celebrities beating people and the like, and the newspaper will sell better at that time." ”

Luo Dayou sighed and said, "Alas, don't say it, I hope these newspapers will go bankrupt in the future, right?"

"That's no problem, it is estimated that the newspaper will only have more than ten years of scenery left. ”

"Really, that's great!" Luo Dayou's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true!" Zhang Zhao nodded, looking at Luo Dayou's happy look, he was embarrassed to tell the truth, the entertainment tabloid is closed, but the entertainment section of the portal, Weibo, and WeChat will only be more chaotic.

"I'll lend you good words. Luo Dayou nodded and said, "I'll find an assistant to help you and your father go through the formalities for going abroad!"

So in the winter of December, Zhang Zhao's first trip to Xiangjiang was about to begin.