#29 - Chapter 29 Deputy Director of PolyGram, the concept of cultural output
‘This land, I begin to write’
‘The blood of our nation stretches tens of thousands of miles’
‘Through centuries, six hundred years’
‘Descendants of the dragon, weathering wind and rain’
Silence!
In the hall, only the sound of the guitar and Chen Hao's singing could be heard.
After a long while, faint discussions began.
“It sounds good! This song… haven't heard it before?”
The nineties were the era of Hong Kong and Taiwan songs, and even now in 2000, the Hong Kong and Taiwan style is still the mainstream.
However.
The Hong Kong and Taiwan style is relatively focused on love.
Heavenly Dragon Scale, from 20 years later, instantly ignited everyone's passion.
This passion.
Has nothing to do with love, but with the nation.
‘These dragon scales, once’
‘Clattered to the ground like shattered ice’
‘A scale, an inch of heart’
‘The story sways, I can't bear to listen’
Chen Hao's singing skills are far from professional.
But!
His emotions.
These lyrics.
Easily took everyone back to China's humiliating past.
‘Let the nation, of destiny’
‘Raise its head and revive again’
‘Wander the world, seeking dragon scales’
‘The blood of the dragon flourishes into a forest’
The last sentence fell.
Clap clap clap!
Throughout the hall, applause was endless.
Chen Hao put down the guitar and walked down, greeted by the unbelievable gazes of the teachers and students.
“Chen Hao…” Sun Qian wanted to say something.
“Sun Qian, let it go.”
Qian Dapeng suddenly spoke.
These students have already graduated and are about to enter university.
Originally, as a teacher, one shouldn't interfere too much with the love affairs between students.
But from Chen Hao's expression when singing, and even the meaning of this song, many things… are already clear.
Qian Dapeng looked at Sun Qian and sighed: “Chen Hao's dream is the sea of stars, not those lovey-dovey things.”
Chen Hao's performance was to express his ambition through song.
He wants to revive China!
Of course.
Qian Dapeng was wrong about one thing, Chen Hao doesn't not need love.
He just doesn't need Sun Qian's love.
“No… No!”
Sun Qian suddenly ran towards Chen Hao: “Chen Hao, you love me, don't you? Can we… can we get back together?!”
“I wasn't with Wang Xuewen, I was just trying to make you jealous.”
“If you don't believe me… we can go to a hotel, okay?”
“I'll prove it to you!”
Everyone was in an uproar.
Damn! We're still kids, what are you saying about going to a hotel in public?
Chen Hao didn't say a word, just looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with indifference.
“Chen Hao, I… I really like you…” Sun Qian sobbed.
“Sun, you're drunk,” Chen Hao said.
“I can wait!”
Sun Qian retreated to the next best thing, shaking her head repeatedly and saying: “I know you have a dream! I won't affect you, I'm willing to keep waiting, until you achieve your goal, then…”
She didn't care that there were so many people present.
She didn't care about other people's ridicule.
As long as she can be with Chen Hao, no matter how embarrassing it is!
Suddenly!
A strange voice came.
“Sir, I've never heard that song before… are you the original singer?”
It was a woman in her twenties.
At least 1.75 meters tall.
Extremely beautiful.
With a hot body.
And exquisite makeup.
There are many girls in the class, but compared to this woman…
Even Sun Qian, as the class flower, was far behind, a world of difference!
Xiao Ling.
“Yes, it's me.”
Chen Hao nodded.
“Hello!”
The woman took out a business card from her bag and handed it over: “My name is Xiao Ling, Deputy Director of PolyGram Records, here in the mainland to discover talent.”
She often frequents high-end entertainment venues.
Precisely to discover new talent.
Chen Hao's song amazed her!
“Sorry, I…”
Chen Hao subconsciously wanted to refuse.
He has no interest in joining any record company.
Suddenly!
He remembered the great response he had caused during his performance.
After being reborn, he has always wanted to use technology to make China rise again.
But…
Relying on technology alone is not enough.
Cultural output is very important!
In about two years, the Korean wave will fully invade China, causing many young people to become addicted.
So!
In addition to technological crushing, cultural output is also necessary!
“Help me with a favor, how about it?” Chen Hao lowered his voice.
“What favor?”
“Old classmate, help me pay the bill, I'll pay you back tomorrow.”
After speaking.
Chen Hao put his arm around the woman's shoulder: “Want me to go to your company? Beauty, it depends on your ability—find a hotel to chat in detail?”
Xiao Ling was stunned.
She immediately understood.
She's not stupid, since she noticed Chen Hao, how could she not have noticed the entanglement between Sun Qian and him?
One confessing.
One indifferent.
“Little brother, this kind of thing… also depends on your ability.” She giggled and cooperated with Chen Hao.
“Chen Hao… Chen Hao, what are you doing?!” Sun Qian turned pale.
“…”
Chen Hao ignored her.
He walked away with the beautiful Xiao.
…
Twenty minutes later.
A certain teahouse.
Chen Hao ordered tea and snacks, and Xiao Ling silently observed him.
“It seems… it's not just a quarrel with a girlfriend.” She said suddenly.
“Ex-girlfriend,” Chen Hao chuckled.
“Also!”
Xiao Ling stared at him: “I can feel that you are not very interested in joining our company.”
That is the famous PolyGram!
An ordinary high school student, given the opportunity to join PolyGram, would have jumped for joy.
What about Chen Hao?
He was very calm throughout.
“May I ask, what is your annual income?” Chen Hao asked.
“…”
Xiao Ling didn't react for a moment.
“Are you interested in joining my company?” Chen Hao asked again.
“You…”
Xiao Ling suddenly laughed: “Are you kidding me?”
Where would a high school student get a company?
“The income in Hong Kong is relatively high.”
Chen Hao thought for a while and smiled: “How about an annual salary of 2 million, plus 5% of the dividend shares of my entertainment company?”
Xiao Ling frowned.
It doesn't matter to make a joke casually.
But it's meaningless to keep taking this joke seriously and keep talking about it.
“Give me your phone.”
Chen Hao took out his phone and put it on the table: “Don't worry, mainland law is very strict, I won't steal your phone.”
Xiao Ling thought for a while and handed over her phone.
Soon.
Chen Hao entered a string of numbers into her phone, dialed it, and hung up immediately.
“Her name is Xia Qingyan.”
Handing the phone back to Xiao Ling, Chen Hao stood up: “She is the CEO of my company, you can contact her if you think about it.”
After speaking, he put two hundred-yuan bills on the table, leaving the last sentence: “Thank you, Miss Xiao, for helping me out.”
…
Chen Hao is very busy.
His mind is filled with a large amount of scientific and technological knowledge.
To present the relevant technology to others in the form of drawings, text, and data.
Undoubtedly.
The workload is amazing.
Next, he plans to spend some time devoting himself to it.
The J-20C is still missing a lot of information.
What's more.
What China's national defense needs is not just a fighter jet.
The air force is very weak.
The navy is even weaker!
It needs to rise in countless fields.
It can be said.
At present, China's military technology has only solved the problem of whether or not it exists, and the gap with the West is very large.
Taking advantage of the summer vacation, he wants to help the air and navy solve at least two kinds of equipment.
Simultaneously.
Waiting for the SP4 to complete development.
Xia Qingyan is acquiring an electronics factory to serve as the SP4's assembly plant.
There are also parts suppliers such as Ren Jianchuan.
Once the development is completed, it can be quickly put into production.
Why ask Qiu Zhengfeng to develop it as soon as possible?
Because.
To make SP4 popular all over the world before September, obtain orders from developed countries, and make a lot of money.
September.
There is a good opportunity to get rich.
The bursting of the Internet bubble in 2000 bankrupted many people.
But it also made a few people rich almost overnight.
This is Chen Hao's chance!
