Entertainment since 1999

Chapter 3 Germination

The train station was sleeping in the dark night.

Han Qiao, carrying a sack, looked a little obscenely and poked his head around the railing of the train station.

Railway stations in this era were more strictly controlled than those in later generations, but there were loopholes wherever there were people, not to mention the Spring Festival was still being celebrated.

Han Qiao found a loophole and entered the waiting hall carrying the sack.

10:00 on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Han Qiao found an inconspicuous corner, placed the sack against the wall, and lay down against the sack.

It is not unusual to sleep in a train station. Han Qiao has slept in many train stations, including BJ, Nanjing, and Shanghai. The train stations at that time were spacious and bright, and it was very cool in the summer. The air was cooled all night long. There were also Internet cafes and instant noodles and ham.

The small hotel is much more comfortable.

Except the small hotel has umbrellas.

But if you ask me how I felt sleeping at Jinhua Railway Station in 1999, it would be one word - it was freezing cold.

Han Qiao huddled in the corner, covering himself with all the clothes in the sack. It was still cold. It was still winter at this time. No amount of clothes could withstand the cold in the south.

But his heart is hot. Compared with the cold weather, facing the despair of helpless life, it is even colder.

He closed his eyes and watched the movie in his head.

Yes, this is a newly discovered function after his rebirth. Perhaps he absorbed the soul of his original body, and the two souls caused a qualitative change, causing his soul in the previous life to become something like a hard drive, which can be stored and recalled. This is also

It’s a golden finger. After all, nonsense like rebirth has happened. What else is unscientific?

The movie Han Qiao watched was "On the Road to Misfortune".

It’s the Chinese New Year, so don’t be happy.

After watching the movie, it was twelve o'clock.

The waiting hall is empty.

Han Qiao tightened his clothes and began to think about how to break the situation.

I have read a lot of entertainment articles in my previous life. Some were born in Rome, started directly as directors, and had millions of investors in their families. Some had great success, and were able to produce records all at once, and become kings within a few months.

It's cool, but even when Han Qiao compared it with himself, it wasn't practical.

I was not born in a major, and I have no network of contacts. After all, the entertainment industry is just a circle, and network resources are an endless cycle.

If you are not in the circle, no one will recommend you.

How about writing songs? Han Qiao thought, it's only 1999, that man hasn't started yet, and he just started with "Blue and White Porcelain". It's no good. He writes it by himself today, and tomorrow his "Blue and White Porcelain" signed by so-and-so will be sung all over the country.

Don't say it's impossible. The Internet has just started in this era, and information dissemination is slow, making it easier to breed darkness. Even if there is an Internet in later generations, it still can't stop Xu Song from becoming Wu Gao.

What's more, the most important thing about a song is the composition, and he doesn't know how to compose it.

If I hadn't written a book, "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" would have been a flop, so I could do it.

Han Qiao shivered, it was too cold.

I want to write a book, but I don’t have money to buy pen and paper.

It’s so difficult!

I will definitely make it tomorrow and sleep.

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The next day, it was still dark.

Han Qiao trembled and jumped up and down in front of the dumpling shop.

When I went out, I didn't bring any winter clothes. I only had a brown sweater with tattered threads, which was a treasure passed down from my original brother.

Jumping around, my body gradually warmed up.

At this time, the sky also began to brighten, and bright red clouds spread across the horizon.

"Hey, Xiao Han, why are you here so early?" From far away, the aunt's voice was still so bright.

Han Qiao sniffed hard and his breath became smoother. He ran to his aunt to take the ingredients and said cheerfully: "I used to watch other restaurants open at home, and it was already early, so I thought I would come earlier.

Let’s see if there’s anyone I can help with.”

"You kid." The aunt pinched Han Qiao's sleeve as if pinching a shriveled firewood: "It's cold here in Jinhua. You should wear more clothes. This kid is too thin."

"It's okay, you're young, you can resist." Han Qiao smiled honestly, with eight neat teeth.

"Okay, come in quickly, it's cold outside." The uncle smashed the cigarette in his mouth, puffed out the smoke, and spoke.

"Wow."

The door of the dumpling shop opens and a new day begins again.

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Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The dumpling shop began to see fewer customers.

The dumpling shop is located at the end of the snack street, relatively far from the train station exit, and there has never been much passenger traffic. However, after chatting, we learned that the old couple and their children are abroad, and they don’t rely on this to make money, they just pass the time.

Han Qiao still worked hard and without complaint. He had a job in his eyes and an idea in his heart. He ran around greeting and soliciting customers, which made the deserted dumpling shop a little more lively.

However, afternoon is still the off-season for dining.

Han Qiao cleared the table and washed the morning's dishes. He glanced at the exit and found that there was no one there.

"Auntie, let me go to the front exit to see when the train will arrive." Han Qiao wiped out the rag, put it on the stove, and greeted Auntie.

The uncle has gone upstairs to catch up on his sleep, and the aunt is folding green onions.

"Xiao Han, you got up so early in the morning, why don't you take a rest."

The aunt is cheerful, has nothing to worry about, and cares about.

"It's okay. I've finished packing here, but I don't have many dumplings to make. I may have to make more dumplings in the afternoon." Hanqiao is an upright boy who cannot let go of his honesty.

However, he said that he had been busy all morning, and what he did must be known to others, otherwise it was just not done. Han Qiao believed it.

"Okay, then you go early and come back early. We will cook some dishes in the evening and have fun together."

"Okay." Han Qiao ran out of the dumpling shop, out of the aunt's sight, and started looking for the bookstore.

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That's right, bookstore.

Han Qiao thought about it all night yesterday. Writing songs and novels, making movies and writing scripts are not reliable, but writing magazines is quite scientific.

In this era, it is not as convenient as before to write books and submit articles. Nowadays, newspapers and magazines are still the mainstream.

In fact, as early as 1998, the turtle Zhang Chaoyang returned to China and founded Sohu.com, and the gangster leader Zhou Antivirus also launched the first Internet service 3721. What is even more impressive is that in the same year, a certain Comrade Xiao Ma also founded it with four of his colleagues.

In the Imperial Dynasty, in BJ, a certain number one scholar in Suqian also started to put up carpets.

In 1999, Malaysia in Hangzhou also embarked on a long journey.

The past two years have been the time when the Internet took off, but capital has not yet entered the market, engulfing everything.

The big guys mounted their horses to enclose the land,

Comrade Xiao Han also discovered a newsstand not far from the train station exit.

Han Qiao walked to the newsstand and started to read the magazine.

Han Qiao turned over and over, but did not find any familiar magazines. His plan was to find Legends of Modern and Ancient Times. This magazine had great potential. After all, Kunlun wrote it very well, but now it is mine.

In the future, Feng Ge may also say: "I feel like I have been living in his shadow."

Han Qiao felt guilty.

The person guarding the newsstand was an old man. When business came to his door, he was listless and allowed Han Qiao to look through it.

Han Qiao searched for a long time and finally saw a familiar magazine at the edge.

The cover of the magazine is full of youthful atmosphere. On the blue cover, the word "Grudge" is written in big letters.

Han Qiao flipped through the magazine "Sprouting" and saw the submission address at the end. He had a good memory. After writing it down, he asked the old man: "Uncle, how much does sprouting cost?"

The uncle pushed up his glasses and looked carefully: "Six quick."

Damn it, it’s really expensive.

Han Qiao took a breath of air-conditioning. Now a bowl of dumplings only costs eighty cents, and a magazine costs six cents.

However, sprouts are expensive. This magazine was first published in 1956, and now it has been widely circulated among the student community. The reason why Han Qiao knew about it was because this magazine joined forces with many universities to organize a new concept essay contest. Han Qiao

Also participated in.

Let's put it this way, Han used to hang out with people like Guo Xiaosi and Han Han.

Han Qiao flipped through the magazine and found that the articles were still the same. Feeling confident, he put down the magazine and ran towards the dumpling shop.

It's been a long time since I came out. If I don't show off, I won't have any dumplings to eat in the evening.

There was hope in life, and Han Qiao started running with more energy. Within a few minutes, he saw a dumpling shop in the distance.

During this time, the dumpling shop also began to have more customers. Han Qiao did not dare to delay and ran over quickly.

(End of chapter)