Yan Qingyu was very satisfied with this song and liked it very much.

Yan Qingyu's love for Hong Kong is not because of the aristocratic British government in Hong Kong, nor because of those rich people who live in mansions and drive sports cars, let alone because of the cage house where he used to live.

Yan Qingyu loves Hong Kong because it is the place where his mother raised him and grew up, and it is the place where Uncle Wang taught him to be a man. The most important thing is that his mother and old Uncle Wang are now buried in this land.

Therefore, Yan Qingyu felt that he loved this land so much.

Yan Qingyu seems to understand a little, why the ancients are always difficult to leave their homeland, it is because in their homeland, their ancestors and ancestors are buried.

……

Early the next morning, after Yan Qingyu had beaten the horse for half an hour, she hurriedly washed up and went out.

I bought a newspaper and three fritters on the side of the road, and ate them while walking.

Interestingly, there were several elementary school students on the road who asked him for autographs, claiming to be his fans.

Yan Qingyu, who became an idol for the first time, happily agreed, and she was in a good mood! His handwriting is very good-looking, and he has been practicing with his mother since he was a child.

After separating from the fans, Yan Qingyu looked at the newspaper. Because in the stack of newspapers that Uncle Wang brought back last time, it seemed that Ming Bao said good things about him, and the others were ridiculed. So today, Yan Qingyu bought a copy of Ming Pao. He's not a generous man......

As we all know, the two most eye-catching sections of Ming Pao are "Looking North to Shenzhou", which describes the situation in the northern continent more objectively, and basically has one thing to say, unlike ordinary newspapers, which are mostly smeared and ridiculed.

Therefore, the Beiwang Shenzhou version soon became a more authoritative store for Hong Kong to understand the mainland.

The second suck is eye-catching, and it is natural.

Since Jin Yong closed his pen in 1972, Jin Yong's friend Ni Kuang has become the leading writer of Ming Pao.

It has been published for more than ten years, and now it is being published.

After Yan Qingyu glanced at it twice, she was suddenly disappointed and lost interest in it. One is that he is not very interested in science fiction, and the other is that the writing is too rough. The conflict of logic is very strict.

When Yan Qingyu saw Ni Kuang's introduction, and the editor praised him for being able to write more than 4,000 words in an hour, and never read it a second time after writing, Yan Qingyu decisively gave up Ni Kuang's.

It's just that when he saw Ni Kuang writing that he could earn two million Hong Kong dollars a year, Yan Qingyu suddenly raised his head.

This information shocked him and he even forgot to bite the fritters, two million Hong Kong dollars, which is simply an unattainable astronomical amount for him.

Although Yan Qingyu has also heard people talk about how many billions of Hong Kong wealthy families have, what Li Chaoren, chartered boat kings, He gambling kings and others, all of them are worth hundreds of billions.

Yan Qingyu looked at his classmates with amusement at the time, and felt that their hearts were really interesting, what did the net worth of those distant wealthy families have to do with them? Knowing that you can't do it, you still fantasize that it's not an ideal, it's called delusion.

Of course, it is not excluded that one of these people suddenly broke out and became the second superman. It's just that this probability is as small as the probability that the earth will explode tomorrow, which is very small.

However, the opportunity in front of me seems to be so clear......

Yan Qingyu felt that even Ni Kuang, who he looked down on very much, could earn two million a year, so if he wrote it seriously, he wouldn't be able to earn five million a year?

At this moment, Yan Qingyu, like countless authors who have submitted articles to Ming Pao, fell into her inner rhapsody......

In fact, he forgot about it, in his contract with Huaxing, the share of a record is as much as ten Hong Kong dollars. As long as his records can reach a platinum record, that is, 50,000 copies, then he can get an income of 500,000 Hong Kong dollars. And now the record market in Hong Kong is still relatively prosperous, and it is not difficult for a high-quality record to reach double platinum or triple platinum. When his fame rises, coupled with concerts, advertisements, movies, etc., his annual income is much more than two million.

Compared with a completely unfamiliar field, Yan Qingyu should work harder in the field of records.

It's just that no one has ever told him how much his records can sell, and how much money he Yan Qingyu can make.

So after seeing the figure of two million in the newspaper, Yan Qingyu's breathing became a little short.

And in the depths of his mind, there were faint fluctuations happening, and Yan Qingyu was already somewhat familiar with this sense of fluctuation at this time.

Whenever he has a new inspiration and a new song is born, there is always this sense of fluctuation in his mind.

……

On this day, Yan Qingyu was scolded in the recording studio and the dog was bloody.

"Are you a ghost? In a trance, I can actually sing strings of words when singing, I really convince you. ”

Leslie Cheung, who was watching outside the recording studio, couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Yan Qingyu and asked in a low voice.

Yan Qingyu took out the newspaper a little tremblingly, handed it to Leslie Cheung like an underground party member, and said, "Rong Shao, look here!" ”

Leslie Cheung glanced at Yan Qingyu in some surprise, glanced at the newspaper, didn't find any shocking news, frowned at Yan Qingyu, and motioned for him to explain.

Yan Qingyu pointed to the corner of the newspaper with some excitement, and said to Leslie Cheung: "Here, here, two million!" ”

After Leslie Cheung looked at it seriously, he looked at Yan Qingyu with a smile and said, "What's the sample?" Yan Dacai is also ready to write? ”

Yan Qingyu nodded seriously and said, "I promised my uncle that I would be a master, so I want to make money as much as possible." ”

Leslie Cheung stroked his forehead and sighed a few times, and said, "Xiao Yu, do you know how many people contribute to Ming Pao every day?" Hundreds! But among these thousands of manuscripts, there are many that can be reported. There are also countless nameless people who have spent a lot of effort to write texts, and they have not even been qualified to pass the editor's eye, and they have been thrown into the garbage box. Ni Kuang can earn two million a year, and that's because he wrote millions of words in the first 20 years to get his current remuneration. If you write, it's luck to be able to write 10,000 a year. Xiao Yu, don't think about it, it's okay, record well, the record sells well, it's better than ......"

"Yuzai, come here!"

Before Leslie Cheung finished speaking, he listened to Mrs. Chen over there beckoning Yan Qingyu over. Leslie Cheung looked at his new friend speechlessly, not knowing what to say. Foolish dreams, whimsical, or ignorant and fearless?

Waiting for the end of the day in the recording studio, Leslie Cheung sent Yan Qingyu home by the way, and after Yan Qingyu got off the car, Leslie Cheung persuaded again: "Xiao Yu, sing hard, there will be a successful day." As for ......"

Yan Qingyu looked at Leslie Cheung helplessly, waved his hand again and again, and said, "Anla, Anla, I'm really afraid of you!" Don't call Rong Shao, just call Rong Shao's grandmother! ”

Leslie Cheung was about to fight, Yan Qingyu hurriedly jumped out of the way, Leslie Cheung scolded with a smile: "Go back quickly, stinky boy!" After all, he is ten years older than Yan Qingyu, and he has seen a lot of the world, although he usually fights and makes trouble, he really cares about this pure mess little brother.

After seeing Leslie Cheung leave, Yan Qingyu put her hands in her pockets, lowered her head, and walked towards the building.

Today, I was in a trance for a day, not sleepwalking and fantasizing about the two million, but conceiving one.

It's strange to say that in the past ten years in my life, the longest text I have ever written is an 800-word essay written when I was in middle school.

But today, when Yan Qingyu wanted to write one, the thoughts in his mind were like springs.

No, it's not just a spring, it's like a tsunami.

All kinds of pictures, all kinds of stories, all very exciting.

Yan Qingyu was a little puzzled, how did these stories appear in his mind, he didn't have the slightest idea of this before, how did they all come out today, where did they come from?

Could it be because of that extra mess of confusion in my mind?

Yan Qingyu rubbed his temples with a little headache, and he even had some doubts that those songs of his were not written by himself, but came out of that inexplicable place.

No matter what, it's all in my head anyway, so of course it's mine.

Yan Qingyu thought worriedly.

……

"Why is he drunk like this, what are you doing in the house?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the corridor, and Yan Qingyu looked at it curiously. But I saw three people standing in the corridor, two women and one man.

To be precise, it should be two big beauties and a drunk.

"Yu Lian, Brother Fa is in a bad mood, that's why he drank like this, I persuaded him, but he didn't listen!"

An extremely sexy-looking woman explained bitterly.

"You advise, I think you deliberately let him drink like this. Why is he looking for you when he's in a bad mood? ”

The woman with a cold expression was a little unrelenting.

"What do you mean by that? What do you mean by me deliberately letting him drink like this? Don't you know why he's in a bad mood, isn't it because of you? ”

The sexy woman is obviously not the one who is willing to suffer, and she raised her eyebrows and retorted loudly.

"You ......"

The woman's face with a cold expression was flushed with excitement.

"Vomit ......"

The man leaning against the wall suddenly bent over and vomited, interrupting the argument between the two women.

"Brother Fa!"

Two women, one patting the back and the other supporting, wanted to help the drunk man up.

It's just that this man is too tall, and the two are too delicate to support.

At this moment, the two of them found Yan Qingyu standing opposite and looking at it with relish.

"What are you looking at, what is there to see?"

Although the person is good-looking and his demeanor is quite clear and jade, the woman named Yu Lian is a little impulsive when she speaks.

"Why do you talk to people like that, and they don't ...... Hey, it's you? ”

The sexy woman's personality looked much gentler, and she said to Yu with some disgust, but when she turned her head to look at Yan Qingyu, she was a little surprised.

Yan Qingyu scratched her head and smiled helplessly: "I'm not stealing. Voyeur, it's just that you are standing in front of my door and blocking my door. I see that you are so engaged, and it is difficult to interrupt, so I can only stand here and wait. ”

Yan Qingyu's joke made the sensual woman a little embarrassed, but the cold woman's personality seemed to be a little extreme, and there seemed to be some problems with the fixed point of attention: "What do you mean, what do you mean that we are so devoted?" ”

Yan Qingyu shook her head when she heard this, didn't bother to bother with her, and said, "Okay, I was wrong. So now please leave my door, so you know what I mean, right? ”