"Senior brother, how do you think I wrote this song?" Luo Dayou rushed in with a piece of paper.

Wang Zijun packed up the novels he had written these days, and then took the song over, frowning when he read it.

"How?" Luo Dayou asked nervously. At the beginning, Wang Zijun agreed to recognize him as a junior brother, but until now he has not even seen Zhou Lanping's face, but was introduced to the Guanghui Band for more than 20 days.

In the past 20 days, Luo Dayou has learned a lot in the band, in addition to creating rock songs, he also learned electric guitar and keyboards.

"How so?" Wang Zijun pointed to the stave and said, "These melodies are very interesting, they are shining points, and Lao Feng and the others will definitely not be able to create them." ”

Luo Dayou was secretly happy when he heard it, but Wang Zijun continued to comment: "But your chorus part is too bland, I can't see what it can express at all?" Also, I think you should go back to reading, your lyrics are very poorly written. ”

Luo Dayou went from joy to sadness, his smile directly degenerated into bitterness, and his expression was quite weird.

Wang Zijun slapped his chest with a smile and said, "What are you doing with a sad face?" It's amazing that your first song was written like this. After the summer vacation, go back to study, and when you go to university, you have time to play music. ”

"Oh." Luo Dayou is still in a low mood.

Wang Zijun has no place to teach him, just look at Luo Dayou's debut novel, this person is definitely a musical genius, but he lacks experience.

"That's it," Wang Zijun saw that he was sullen, and couldn't help but encourage him to say, "You can take this song back and revise it, and come back to me this time next year." If you make significant progress, I recommend you to a record label. ”

"Really?" Luo Dayou's eyes lit up.

"What am I lying to you for?" Wang Zijun pondered in his heart, whether to set up a record company, which seems to be a little sorry for Lao Zheng.

In one month, Wang Zijun's records sold more than 400,000 copies in Taiwan alone, with a net profit of nearly 7 million after excluding costs and taxes. Sales in other regions have not yet been counted, but traditionally, their profits are only higher than those in the local area. Even in Hong Kong, where Cantonese songs dominate the world, Wang Zijun's records are sold out these days.

As soon as these results came out, the entire Southeast Asian music scene was shaken, which once again contributed to a new round of record sales. Like Malaysia, Singapore and other places, a record of Wang Zijun has been hyped to more than 500 Taiwan dollars (equivalent), and it is still in short supply. However, the local printing house made a lot of money, and wantonly pirated Wang Zijun's music posters with lyrics for sale, alleviating the local Chinese's fanatical demand for Chinese records.

(When Zheng Zhenkun went to Kuala Lumpur to participate in a trade show, he shipped 10,000 Chinese records that cost only NT$15 in Taiwan, each priced at RM5 (about NT$100), and was sold out within a week.) The highest price of these records in Malaysia was RM17 (more than NT$300), which is the main reason why Cheng Zhenkun shifted the focus of Haishan from Hong Kong to Taiwan. ）

Zheng Zhenkun faced such a terrible record sales, while counting the money and cramping, he couldn't help but regret a little in his heart, if he pressed the conditions proposed by Wang Zijun again, at least one or two percent of the profit.

According to the agreement of fifty-fifty shares, Wang Zijun has now received more than 3 million yuan in his account, deducting the 1 million borrowed from Zheng Zhenkun, he is still a small man.

Wang Zijun's father, sister, brother and sister-in-law came one after another. Wang Ziyun complained: "Why don't you stay for a few more days, the doctor said you still need to recuperate!" ”

Wang Zijun stretched out his arms and legs and said, "If you live any longer, everyone will be rusty." I looked in the mirror last night, and the surgical wound on my back was almost healed. ”

"I really can't control you." Wang Ziyun said with a smile.

With the old father here, Wang Zirong and his wife didn't dare to say a word, but silently carried Wang Zijun's change of clothes and prepared to go downstairs.

Luo Dayou often comes to the hospital, and he has long been familiar with Wang Zijun's family. Seeing Wu Xiaozhen holding a stack of manuscript paper in his hand and carrying his luggage, he hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, I'll help you get it." ”

Wang Xianzhi said in a deep voice: "What do you help, let her take it herself!" ”

The father's rather unkind words made Wang Zirong and his wife overjoyed, and he finally recognized this eldest daughter-in-law.

Wu Xiaozhen, the notorious blood phoenix, was like a child who had won a reward at the moment, happily holding things and following behind his man.

After getting in the car, Wang Zirong sat next to Wang Zijun and whispered: "Zijun, thanks to you this time, otherwise your sister-in-law wouldn't know when she could enter the house." ”

Wang Zijun smiled: "Dad's mouth is hard and soft-hearted, you don't know. If you ask your sister-in-law to be diligent in the past two days, help your father hammer her legs, rub her shoulders or something, and there will be nothing to do. ”

"I'll save it." Wang Zirong smiled proudly.

When the car started, Wang Zijun subconsciously looked back, only Luo Dayou was waving goodbye at the entrance of the hospital, and he couldn't help but feel a little empty in his heart.

He was discharged from the hospital today, and Lin Qingxia didn't come because she had a play in the crew. But Hong Xiaoqiao didn't seem to have been here for several days, which made Wang Zijun feel a little lost.

……

When the car arrived in Yonghe Town, as soon as Wang Zijun's family got out of the car, many neighbors surrounded him: "Yo, it's Zijun who is back, you can make a long face for us this time." ”

"yes, it's all boasted in the newspapers."

"Zijun, are you going to enter the agency this time?"

"What are you doing in the agency? People are big singers. ”

“……”

Wang Xianzhi felt that he had never been so comfortable since the death of his wife, and he never closed his mouth again, and he arched his hands and said, "Neighbors, I have been taken care of all these years. To celebrate my son's discharge from the hospital, everyone came to the house for a feast tonight, and no one was allowed to bring gift money! ”

"Hahaha, it seems that this king is honestly rich!" The crowd laughed.

The adults laughed and dispersed, but a group of half-sized children surrounded Wang Zijun and pestered Wang Zijun for autographs.

Finally sent these children away, Wang Zijun went home and pulled his sister aside and said, "Sister, you quit your job." ”

Wang Ziyun said: "How can you resign? The boss is very good, in order to take care of you I took more than half a month off, and he gave me my salary for nothing. ”

"My stupid sister, he didn't give you a salary for nothing, not because others were good, but because your brother was a hero recognized by the political axe." Wang Zijun couldn't help but laugh.

"Then what can I do if I quit my job?" Wang Ziyun asked.

Wang Zijun said: "I have some money for singing, and I want to invest in a Shengli noodle factory, how about you become the factory director?" ”

"No, no, no," Wang Ziyun shook her head like a rattle, "I don't know anything, how can I be a factory director?" ”

"You can't learn anything! Let's first recruit someone who knows how to be your assistant, and you can learn as you go. Wang Zijun enlightened.

Wang Ziyun was a little moved, and hesitated: "I'm afraid I won't be able to learn." ”

"My sister is so smart, why can't she learn?" Wang Zijun patted his ass.

Wang Ziyun smiled: "How can I be as smart as you?" Why don't you let your brother and sister-in-law take care of the factory, they are all knowledgeable people. ”

"Them?" Wang Zijun remembered the kind of rebelliousness hidden in his brother's calm eyes, shook his head and said, "None of them are people who can settle down!" At least not now. ”

Wang Ziyun asked worriedly: "Brother is ...... again?"

Wang Zijun nodded silently, not knowing whether this was right or wrong.

"Okay, don't think about it, brother will be fine." Wang Zijun comforted, "Sister, there is a very important job to be handed over to you now. ”

"What job?"

"It is to collect the tastes of noodles eaten by various groups of people in Taiwan, and let's add these flavors to Shengli noodles, like spicy beef noodles, sauerkraut and shredded pork noodles...... It's definitely a hot deal! Wang Zijun clapped his hands and said, "The name is Master Wang's instant noodles!" ”

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These souls are faint, and they actually invest 10,000 2 urges, which even means that the moon will destroy them!