Two of Mr. Wang's famous songs were banned, and only a few avant-garde magazines in Taiwan mentioned them, and all newspapers tacitly ignored them. In Hong Kong, this news has attracted a lot of attention, ordinary fans are just protesting, and some media are making a big fuss.

Wang Zijun has always revealed that his image on the outside is relatively right, and he is very close to the Kuomintang government. This time, he suddenly banned two songs, and they were two songs that were widely sung, which would inevitably cause people to think.

The gossip media speculated that Wang Zijun had offended the powerful, and this ban on songs was a prelude to the Taiwan authorities' desire to ban him, and they took the trouble to place an official with a certain surname.

These news are very eye-catching, and after many ordinary people read them, they all regarded them as after-dinner conversations, and they kept artificially adding materials to and fro, as if Wang Zijun couldn't stay in Taiwan.

As for the rational ones, it is slightly more reliable. For example, "Ming Pao" directly classified the comment on this as a political section, rather than an entertainment section, saying: "Taiwan has banned songs and texts for a long time, and this time the number one star in Taiwan Wang Zijun has been pushed to the front as a target, which is nothing more than a message to other singers and musicians: that is, do not cross the line, and the authorities are ready to investigate and strictly control the music scene." This incident should not be specifically aimed at Wang Zijun, but at a group of free creators represented by Wang Zijun. This practice of the Taiwan authorities is tantamount to tying a shackle to Taiwan's music scene, and all music creators can only dance in shackles in the future...... Since the sixties, Hong Kong's music scene has been suppressed by Taiwanese songs, and this incident magnifies that it is a favorable opportunity for Hong Kong musicians to surpass and even replace the leadership of Taiwanese pop music......"

There have been many times before about the ban on songs in Taiwan, but it is far less than the reaction caused this time. It's not just the Hong Kong media that's talking. Even Southeast Asia has passed through.

In stark contrast to this news, someone from prison on Green Island, Taiwan, has been released. It didn't attract much attention.

Chen Qili packed his luggage, filled two large boxes of books, and threw some clothes and daily necessities to Li Ao, who was in the same prison.

"Gone, goodbye! This "History of the Ming Dynasty" is for you. Chen Qili carried a box on his shoulder, and carried another box with his other hand.

Chen Qili walked out of the cell, and Li Ao shouted from behind: "I still owe you two packs of cigarettes, and I will look for you when I go out." ”

"Let's talk about it." Chen Qili didn't reply.

Crossing the sea in a boat. As soon as he landed, Chen Qili saw three black cars parked there.

Wu Dun was the first to rush over, give Chen Qili a hug, and smiled happily: "Old duck, you are finally back!" ”

Chen Qili smiled and patted Wu Dun's shoulder, and Wang Zirong also walked over with a group of hall masters, and said, "Helper." The brothers are waiting for you to come back and take charge of the overall situation. ”

"What about the white wolf?" Chen Qili asked.

Wang Zirong said: "An Le is studying in the United States. ”

"Good at studying." Chen Qili smiled.

Wu Dun said proudly: "Brother Qili." Our Bamboo Union Gang is very beautiful now, and the territory is about to hit the middle. Now Brother Rong is the head hall master, and the position of the helper is vacant for you, just waiting for you to come back. ”

"Well done." Chen Qili said to Wang Zirong, "It's better for you to help the master." ”

Wu Dun was Chen Qili's hardcore confidant, and said anxiously: "What do you say, everyone is waiting for you to come back, and we said that we will sweep away the entire Taiwan." ”

Chen Qili said in a flat tone: "When is this road a head?" I've figured it out and start a small business when I come out. Don't come to me for anything about fighting, killing, killing So be it. ”

Wu Dun was about to speak, but Chen Qili pressed his shoulder, looked at him for a while and said, "Follow Ah Rong and do a good job." ”

Chen Qili has always said the same, Wu Dun wanted to persuade but didn't know how to speak, so he turned his head to look at Wang Zirong.

Wang Zirong said: "Since Brother Li is unwilling, let's talk about the matter of the helper later." Anyway, this seat is reserved for you, and you can come back whenever you want. Wu Tun. Let's send Brother Gift back first. ”

Wu Dun sullenly helped Chen Qili with his luggage, Wang Zirong was only a capable righteous brother in his heart, and Chen Qili was the real leader.

The other hall masters were relieved, they could only be regarded as small heads in Chen Qili's time, and it was Wang Zirong who promoted them later. Chen Qili is a spiritual leader for them. Wang Zirong is concerned with their actual interests. If Chen Qili really agreed to go back to be the helper, they would be for their own status. I really don't know what to do. …,

Chen Qili is a smart person, he can guess most of them just by looking at the eyes of these hall masters, how could he agree to go back and be a puppet gang leader?

What's more, Chen Qili does have the meaning of changing his mind. Another time and space, after Chen Qili was released from prison, many former younger brothers asked him to go back to revive the Bamboo Union Gang, but he refused and devoted himself to his business.

After Chen Qili was released from prison, he did porting, engaged in sales, and started little by little, and after a few years, his business became bigger and bigger, and he was rated as one of Taiwan's top ten outstanding young people.

And when he succeeded in his career, many former brothers came to him for help when they encountered difficulties, and they also came to him for mediation when they encountered disputes. Chen Qili's righteousness and fairness, even the elders who were hostile to him had to give a thumbs up, and this was the later 80s, when Chen Qili came out and raised his arms, a plate of scattered Bamboo Union gangs joined one after another, and some small gangs and small factions brought the crowd to vote.

It's just that at this time, the Bamboo Union Gang is already on the right track, and it is no longer a plate of loose sand, and I am afraid that there will be no chance for Chen Qili to make a comeback in the future.

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On the set.

"Ahh Zhong Zhentao slid violently on the scaffolding, and with a scream, the whole person fell.

fell to a height of more than two meters, and was finally pulled by the safety rope on his body, which scared him into sweating.

"Pull, pull up!" Cheng Xiaodong, as an action director, was also taken aback, but fortunately, these shots were tied with ropes.

The staff was busy with their hands, and Wang Zijun suggested: "Use a lot of medium and long lenses to take those dangerous actions apart." Anyway, the selling point of the whole movie is not here. ”

"No, I can't. These actions were all agreed upon by us, either not filmed, or filmed well. Cheng Xiaodong persisted.

Wang Zijun compromised: "Okay, you are the action director, you have the final say." ”

Zhong Zhentao is not a professional action actor, and many difficult actions have to find stand-ins. In Wang Zijun's opinion. These stuntmen are simply playing with their lives, which really makes him unbearable.

These action scenes are shot very slowly. A few minutes of scenes, chewing and slowly filming for five full five days before ending.

After dealing with the Hong Kong reporters who followed him all the way, Wang Zijun returned to the villa tired.

As soon as he finished taking a shower, Li Jinghao came upstairs and asked, "Boss, there are two men outside who want to see you." There is a person who says that he is the supplement editor of "Ming Pao", do you want to blow it away? ”

"The supplement editor of Ming Pao? Did you come to me for an interview? Wang Zijun wanted to refuse, but it was not good to wipe Jin Yong's face, so he said: "Let them in." ”

Soon Lee Kyung-ho brought people in. The one who walked in front was a middle-aged man, Wang Zijun vaguely remembered that his name was Cai Yanpei, who was Yishu's friend and had met twice before. The man in the back was very young, but he didn't know where he came from.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. Take the liberty of interrupting. Thank you for your understanding. Cai Yanpei smiled embarrassedly.

"Brother Cai, please take a seat! This gentleman also please! Wang Zijun said.

Cai Yanpei introduced: "This Ye Hui is a rookie talent in our Hong Kong literary circle. ”

"Hello Mr. Ye." Wang Zijun nodded, but he was thinking about what these two people were doing tonight.

Wang Zijun didn't know much about the Hong Kong literary scene, but he didn't know the achievements of these two later, Cai Yanpei worked as an editor of "Ming Pao" for 30 years, wrote countless works, and was later nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. And Ye Hui, a young man who is only one year older than Wang Zijun, will also be a well-known figure in the Hong Kong literary scene in the future.

Especially Cai Yanpei, his personality is similar to Gu Long. It's a person in love, but it's more restrained than Gu Long, not so crazy, and he played a love triangle with Yishu two years ago.

After chatting casually, the young Ye Hui couldn't help it, and said what he meant: "Mr. Wang, I really don't hide it." The contemptible people are going to start a poetry magazine and want to invite you for a poem manuscript. ”

"Me?" Wang Zijun was happy, "How can I write poetry." ”

Ye Hui said: "Mr. Wang, don't be presumptuous. In your debut novel "Sou Shen Ji", the song "Instant Fanghua Song" is widely circulated, and the lyrics of "East Wind Break" are also full of poetry. Your skills in writing poetry. I'm afraid it's even deeper than many so-called poets. ”

"No, no, I don't know how to write poetry!" Wang Zijun waved his hand again and again.

Cai Yanpei smiled bitterly at Ye Hui. He was brought in by Ye Huiqiang to be an introducer, and asked Wang Zijun for poetry, which in itself made him feel a little funny. …,

Ye Hui was silent for a while, looked at Wang Zijun and said sincerely: "Mr. Wang, I can't hide it, the main reason for inviting you to write this time is to borrow your fame to increase the popularity and attention of this new poetry magazine." I know you're not short of money, and I can't afford to pay too much. I set up this poetry magazine, not to make money, but to make a little contribution to the withering Hong Kong literary scene. If you really don't want to, I can't force it. ”

In the future, when we talk about Hong Kong, we all say that it is a cultural desert. But in fact, the Hong Kong literary scene in the 50s and 60s was a vibrant scene, and many high-quality literati emerged. However, since the late 60s, the ultra-leftist literary and artistic trend of the "Cultural Revolution" in the mainland has had an increasingly negative impact on the Hong Kong literary scene, and some Hong Kong writers (mainly writers who have migrated to the south and taken the road of realism) have weakened their literary subject and aesthetic sense, and their works have appeared theme-first, character-oriented, and didactic, which has made readers annoying.

At the same time, due to the closure of Chinese schools in some Southeast Asian countries and the ban on the entry of Chinese-language publications, the sales of Hong Kong's pure literary publications, with Southeast Asia as its main market, have plummeted and become unsustainable.

Losing the material conditions for survival, many literati who relied on the pen to make a living began to change careers, and after the 70s, the entire Hong Kong literary scene quickly slipped into a trough, but there were also some literati who struggled to support it.

Ye Hui, a young poet who is only 24 years old, actually wants to run a purely literary poetry journal in such a bad situation, which is simply a sure loss.

Looking at Ye Hui's sincere eyes, Wang Zijun was a little embarrassed to refuse.

"This, are you having financial difficulties in running a poetry magazine? If I am short of money, I can fund some. Wang Zijun said, "As for writing poetry, I haven't written that thing for a long time, and I can't get out for a while." ”

"Funding is a bit difficult though. But it can be overcome. The most important thing at the moment is that our publication is not well-known. Ye Hui gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't I write one." Sign your name? ”

"Don't you call me a writer?" Wang Zijun laughed.

Ye Hui's face was full of disappointment, Cai Yanpei was not optimistic about him running a poetry magazine, and he was not hopeful to accompany him to find Wang Zijun this time. Seeing Wang Zijun's refusal, Cai Yanpei said: "Ah Hui, I think it's better to forget it." Mr. Wang is very busy filming, we can go to Mr. Yu Guangzhong again to try. When I was studying in Taiwan, I also had some dealings with Mr. Yu. ”

"That's all there is to it. Mr. Wang, then we will take our leave. Disturb your rest. Ye Hui sighed and stood up.

Wang Zijun sent the two away, and searched for the information stored in his mind as he walked, but it was all about film and television, music, and Taiwan's economy and politics in the seventies and eighties, and he couldn't find a poem.

Just when the two of them were about to go out, Wang Zijun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he actually found a song. Busy said: "Wait a minute, you two. I suddenly remembered a poem I had written in high school. ”

"Really?" Ye Hui was pleasantly surprised, he didn't care whether Wang Zijun's poem was well written or bad, as long as he could use Wang Zijun's name to attract attention.

"It's a love poem, I don't know if you want it." Wang Zijun invited the two back again.

"Yes, love poems are better." Ye Hui hurriedly said. In the past few years, it has been harmed by the leftist literature on the mainland, and the kind of poems that are serious make readers tired of it.

Waiting for Wang Zijun to sit down, Ye Hui hurriedly took out a pen and paper from his bag and spread it on the coffee table in front of him.

While Wang Zijun was writing, Ye Hui whispered: ""Birds and Fish": the farthest distance in the world. Not/Life and Death; Rather/I stand before you, and you don't know that I love you. The farthest distance in the world, is not/I am standing before you, and you do not know that I love you; Rather/they know that they love each other, but they can't be together. The farthest distance in the world...... Good poetry, really good poetry, a good poetry that is rare to see in decades. Mr. Wang, you are so humble. I can write this kind of poetry, but I actually say that I can't write poetry! ”

Ye Hui was ecstatic, the praise just now was not pretended, but he really loved this poem from the bottom of his heart. As the old editor of the supplement, Cai Yanpei also looked surprised at this time. He didn't expect Wang Zijun to really come up with a song, and the quality was very high. …,

"Where, where. It's just a graffiti work when I was a teenager. Wang Zijun said cheekily.

He didn't lose his heart for plagiarism this time, and there was no accurate author of the poem anyway.

Later generations used false rumors to say that this poem came from Tagore's "Birds", and even magazines like "Readers" said so, but in fact, it is pure nonsense, and there is no such poem in "Birds" at all.

The earliest source of this poem comes from Hong Kong female writer Zhang Xiaoxian's "Single Bed in a Purse", but only the first few sentences are not complete. Later, the students of Shennongpo Medical College in Yangming, Taiwan, played poetry solitaire based on Zhang Xiaoxian's sentences on the school's BBS forum, and collectively created this poem.

The ghost knows how to pass it around, and this poem became Tagore's masterpiece, and later someone actually accused Zhang Xiaoxian of plagiarizing Tagore's grandfather.

Ye Hui took the poem and recited it repeatedly, and the more he read, the more he liked it, leaving Wang Zijun and Cai Yanpei to chat beside him.

Wang Zijun and Cai Yanpei talked a lot, and Ye Hui reacted and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I'm a little out of shape." By the way, our poetry magazine is called "Compass", and it will be out next week at the latest. As for remuneration......"

"There is no need to mention the remuneration," Wang Zijun raised his hand and said, "As you said, it can be regarded as contributing to Hong Kong literature." ”

Maybe Ye Hui can really make a profit from his name, but with the current situation in the Hong Kong literary scene, this kind of poetry magazine will go out of business if it lasts for a year or two at most, which is the general trend. Today's Hong Kong literary scene is a bit like the mainland in the 90s, the days when Hegel could be sold out are long gone, people are busy making money, and their pastime is also watching movies and television, who will go to read, especially pure literary books.

After Ye Hui got Wang Zijun's poem, he went to the Chinese University of Chinese in Hong Kong the next day to find Yu Guangzhong. After Dao came to understand, he took out Wang Zijun's poems and asked Yu Guangzhong to write comments and appreciation.

"Wang Zijun wrote?" Yu Guangzhong was surprised.

"Yes, it's his work when he was a student." Ye Hui said.

Yu Guangzhong said: "The rhythm is a little problematic, but it is better than the emotional touch, and it is also a rare masterpiece." Come to me again tomorrow, and I'll give you my poems and appreciation. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Yu." Ye Hui hurriedly thanked him.

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Time passed day by day, halfway through the filming of "God of Gamblers", the decoration of the gambling boat on the high seas on Ye Han's side had been completed, and the ship was registered in Mexico.

This gambling boat is called the "Oriental Princess", with a displacement of nearly 70,000 tons and a length of more than 100 meters, in order to attract people to go up to consume, each person only needs to pay 200 Hong Kong dollars to get on the ship, and the food and accommodation on it are free, and you can play as long as you want, until you return to the sea to replenish.

The price of 200 Hong Kong dollars, food and accommodation are free, which is much more cost-effective than staying in a hotel. However, after getting on the boat, I am afraid that few people will have the heart to eat and live, and the waist bag will quickly deflat.

Before the "Oriental Princess" opened, Ye Han had already revealed the news, and many gamblers in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan were eagerly waiting, but Stanley Ho was like a great enemy.

Just when Wang Zijun was about to lead the team on the gambling boat to film, Ye Hui's poetry magazine "Compass" finally came out. This kind of pure literary publication belongs to a niche poetry magazine, and Ye Hui has no money to do advertising, so few people care about it after it comes out, but a few days later, sales suddenly skyrocketed......