Chinese entertainment for engineering students

"Who was that just now?" A few people squeezed into a side room in the backyard carrying guitars and other musical instruments and barbecue. A literary young man with long hair asked as he walked.

"Which one?" the man walking in front, who was obviously the leader, asked back.

"He's the one who started shaking hands, the one who's particularly tall."

"He is Dong Si Wang Er. Have you never heard of him?" the leader asked.

"He is Dongsi Wang Er. This is the first time we have met. Why are you shaking hands with him?"

"I don't know either. I think Da Pan has gone to shake his hand. Anyway, it's not a loss. Didn't you go to shake his hand too? Why are you still asking me?"

"I saw you go, and I went too, just to join in the fun."

"Damn, what's the matter? But it's not a bad idea to shake hands with Wang Er. You don't know that Wang Er rarely talks to others."

"Eh? Tell me, tell me, I've heard this name all the time, but I really don't know."

"I'm telling you,..."

Similar conversations often occurred among the guests. They were just following the crowd. Wang Xu heard it and didn't care. He pulled Wang Fei and greeted several guests into a main room.

The main room was full of friends who had been invited directly. Lao Na was also there, sitting next to Yu Chengqing and chatting happily. There was also an acquaintance, Liu Huan, beside him. Good guys, except Sanjiro, the first mentor group of The Voice of China is all here.

Wang Fei saw this gesture and followed her. She knew that Wang Xu would definitely have to talk to his fourth uncle, and the content of the chat was not fun. But playing with musicians makes Wang Fei even happier.

Wang Xu naturally let Wang Fei go and play. There were quite a few musicians here today, and Wang Xu saw several acquaintances from later generations.

Liu Huan has grown long hair now, but he is quite thin and his hooked nose is particularly conspicuous.

He is quite famous now, he has appeared on TV frequently, and his fourth uncle has recorded many songs for him, so he is quite familiar with him.

His current official identity is as a teacher teaching Western music history at Guoguan College. He is an amateur at singing and writing songs. You see, amateurs produce talents.

By the way, he talked about cross talk when he was a child, and his partner was Dai Zhicheng, and he almost became a teacher of Chang Baohua. If he really became a disciple, he would really be able to have some relationship with Wang Xu's family, let's just call it a little gossip.

However, this kind of small gossip is quite useful in bringing each other closer. Wang Xu became familiar with this first male singer in a few words.

The fourth uncle also introduced many people to Wang Xu, and he added a pile of business cards. However, Wang Xu did not have the habit of preparing business cards. In later generations, he just scanned the QR code. Who uses business cards?

"I don't have a fixed place. If you have anything to do, just ask your fourth uncle. He can always find me." Wang Xu dumped the blame without any scruples. Now that his reputation has become too big, he has to take it when it's time to take it.

A few of them were obviously from the third generation and had a good relationship with Fourth Uncle. They didn't leave business cards for Wang Xu at all. Likewise, if they were looking for someone, they could just go to Fourth Uncle directly.

If I can't introduce you to people, you just go through the middleman. That's just a one-time deal, which is not beautiful.

However, today's protagonists are not them in the first place. It is a gathering in the music circle, and naturally the main people are playing music.

"Let me introduce you to the Tang Dynasty band, Zhang Ju, Ding Wen, and Lao Si. Your motorcycle originally belonged to Zhang Ju. You had to persuade him to give it to you." Fourth Uncle introduced a few tall young men with long hair to you. Wang Xu.

"You're famous. I've heard you live. You're awesome. Thank you for the motorcycle." Wang Xu gave a thumbs up and nodded to Zhang Ju.

"I was very poor at that time, and I have to thank you for the life-saving money, otherwise I would have to sell my house. You took the motorcycle, and I saved a bit of the family business." Zhang Ju smiled, although the motorcycle was my beloved It's better than selling the ancestral property.

"Didn't you sign a contract with Moyan? They didn't pay you?" Wang Xu was puzzled.

"I gave it a little, so I bought a motorcycle. I was impulsive. I really have to thank Wang Fei for accepting the high price at that time, otherwise I would have been reluctant to part with it.

After passing that village, you may really have to sell your house. "Zhang Ju was very embarrassed. After making some money, he bought a motorcycle. But in the end, the band encountered difficulties and sold it.

Good guy, it turns out there is such a connection. Wang Fei wanted it urgently, so the price he offered was naturally high. It's like Zhang Ju rode for a few months and made some money after transferring out.

"Why doesn't your company care?" Wang Xu was a little curious. Looking at the appearance of these people, he knew that they were a poor group now.

"They can't do it either. The company is run by people from Wanwan, everything is based on contracts, and they are not familiar with the performance market here. Haven't we not released a film yet? We haven't been able to find any work, so we can only fool around. Wait." Ding Wu interrupted.

"How are you preparing? Have you finished recording? If not, you can come to my place." Wang Xu still liked Tang Dynasty's record. It would be a pity if it really died.

"Hey? Don't be choking. They agreed to do this with me. You can quickly change the shed for me. I promise to make it beautiful for them." The fourth uncle became anxious when he heard this. This is blatantly stealing business. But no, not even Wang Fei’s boyfriend.

"No, no, I don't know what you plan to do. I'll get it for you later." Wang Xu quickly bowed and said casually that he didn't lack work there.

"The song is almost ready. My fourth uncle said that we will wait until you have reworked it before recording it. We also agreed. The funds provided there are quite sufficient." Zhang Ju continued.

"Well, it's okay. I'll record it in a few days after the changes are made." Wang Xu confirmed that this is really not a big deal.

Wang Xu also knows the current situation of rock bands these days. The Tang Dynasty Band is well-known in the rock circle, but it is still OK in a small circle.

In the market, if the price is really not raised, the life of a few people will be really not good.

Rock and roll is just like that. The performance in front of you is spectacular and thousands of people are following you. It is quite common to have instant noodles when you go back.

I'm really hungry, and there are a lot of people looking for food here and there. Wang Xu's small courtyard often receives people like this. He can handle the braised pork and be a favor, and it's not a problem to help you act for the night.

Looking at the young people in front of him, Wang Xu suddenly felt that he was a little bit amazing. In the past six months, he had pulled the trigger of three rock bands. Although he still didn’t know whether it would really happen, he had actually pulled out the trigger for disbandment, intentionally or unintentionally.

Without that key trigger, I hope they can all get back on track, even if they don't release new songs.

Lao Si is unfamiliar with a few of them, and his name is more personal than Dong Si Wang Er. However, everyone in the band circle of this era recognizes him, and he is known as the number one guitar in the imperial capital.

There is a widely circulated story about him, that is, there was a guitarist from out of town who thought he was very good, so he came to the imperial capital to find Laosi Qin (in BJ terms, it means competing on the piano, and fighting with the piano).

Then I wandered around and found the yard where the fourth child lived. When I walked to the door, I heard the sound of guitar playing from inside. It was so good... and I listened there all afternoon.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to knock on the door and go in. I bowed to the elder brother who was playing the piano, expressing my overestimation of my abilities and that I would never play the piano again.

Then the elder brother flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said leisurely: "It's better to study the piano hard and don't give up. It's not easy to learn. Besides, I'm not the fourth child. I came here to learn the piano from the fourth child."

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