Chapter 53 Hello? What are you doing?
Chapter 53 Hello? What are you doing?
In order to avoid affecting the performance of other contestants, the judges will only give scores on the spot and will not announce the results to the public for the time being.
There are still many contestants waiting to go on stage, and some of them have their draws scheduled for the afternoon.
It was estimated that the official announcement of the winners would not be made until after 5 pm, so Zhuang Muxi took the initiative to take Fan Wumian to lunch and found a Minnan restaurant with a very nice environment.
Some people at the next table were eating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and the aroma drifted to Fan Wumian along with the cold air from the air conditioner.
Although he was very curious about this famous dish, he certainly would not cheat the girl from Taiwan.
He skipped the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall which only costs 398 yuan for a small bowl of fish maw, and only ordered three signature dishes: drunken spare ribs, shabu-shabu Jiumentou, and salt and pepper mantis shrimp, which together only cost more than yuan.
After Zhuang Muxi took the menu, she ordered a steamed grouper.
This was not the first time the two of them went out alone. After several contacts, their relationship became obviously closer.
At this moment, Zhuang Muxi said:
"You can go home after you finish eating. It will be boring to just wait in the afternoon. This is a rare opportunity. I want to listen to the performances of other contestants. Some of them are quite good. I haven't practiced the songs they played before."
"Some contestants even brought their wives and children to participate in the competition. The children seem to be at least in primary school. How old are they and how old are you?"
Fan Wumian said with a smile:
"I won't be polite with you. I do have to go home this afternoon to write some novel manuscripts, and also look up information on how to release an album. I've been busy recording an album lately, and I've been running around from morning till night. I can't get it to work, I can't get it to roll up, and I can't get it to lie flat. It's really difficult."
I thought the last sentence was some Hong Kong idiom. Zhuang Muxi guessed what it meant and smiled:
"You are already amazing. The latest issue of Huiwen Newspaper hasn't even been delivered yet, but a bunch of people in my class are already anxious to read it. And you're also releasing an album. Congratulations in advance on becoming a big star. If you go out to eat in the future, you may have to wear sunglasses and a mask to prevent being recognized by fans."
Done.
She was still smiling and holding up the cup of sour plum juice.
Knowing that Fan Wumian has been very busy recently, Zhuang Muxi's little resentment disappeared. At least this can explain why there was no movement after they watched a movie together last week.
Well known.
At this age, if a boy or girl takes the initiative to invite the opposite sex to the cinema, in most cases it means "I have a good impression of you" or "I want to go on a date with you" or something like that.
Even though he was so busy today, he was still willing to take time out to accompany her to the piano competition, which seemed to be a good sign to Zhuang Muxi.
Fan Wumian clinked glasses with her with a helpless expression and explained:
"I just paid for the album production out of my own pocket, and there is no plan for its release yet. After checking the album sales data of the music industry leaders, my heart is about to break. I don't dare to hold too high expectations of making money from selling albums."
It's very simple.
Global physical album sales are in a period of depression with a cliff-like decline. It has gone from being a way to make money without doing anything to being considered a sunset industry in the eyes of many people.
Record companies don't make much money, so of course they won't easily offer high prices.
Especially since Fan Wumian is a pure newcomer and has no intention of selling himself and the copyright of his songs to the record company, since there is no value to be exploited, there is certainly no need to invest a lot of resources to promote him.
Just look at the debut process of the eldest son of the Mai family and you will understand that it is very expensive to promote a newcomer. No one is willing to take the risk of losses and make wedding dresses for Fan Wumian for nothing.
When consumers buy albums, they usually only do so out of the idea of "supporting idols" and are willing to pay high prices for genuine copies. As newcomers without a fan base, they have no advantage in this regard at all.
After figuring this out in advance.
Fan Wumian naturally realized his own situation.
As a result, the expectation of "becoming famous overnight and making a fortune" has been reduced sharply to "becoming famous overnight", and people have been mentally prepared in advance to live a hard life and find ways to make money through other channels.
Zhuang Muxi was not aware of this, and Fan Wumian did not try to comfort her by begging for sympathy.
The two talked about the local conditions and customs of Taiwan, their plans for the university, and some recent interesting stories. It was a two-way conversation, and the atmosphere was certainly very good.
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I took a taxi from the hotel entrance.
He first sent Zhuang Muxi to the entrance of the piano competition venue, and then Fan Wumian went home and told her to call him if she had any questions.
The taxi driver was only in his early thirties. When he stepped on the accelerator and started driving, he looked at Fan Wumian carefully through the rearview mirror and said in a surprised tone:
"Handsome boy, she's actually your girlfriend? I've been driving a taxi for several years, and I've never picked up a few female passengers who are prettier than her. Since you live near Jordan, your family must be very rich!"
Which man wouldn't get angry after hearing such words?
Fan Wumian's mood immediately became elated, and he said with a smile on his face, "It's okay. I won't starve to death anyway. I really found a treasure." Hearing this.
The taxi driver couldn't help but think of himself and sighed:
"Your age is good."
"Listening to what the young lady said just now, her voice was soft and she must have a great temper. Unlike my wife, I drive ten hours a day and get scorned when I go home without making any money. My wife insisted on buying some Chanel before attending a class reunion recently."
"I'm just pretending to be rich. I spent 30,000 yuan on a bag. Even gold inlays aren't that expensive. If I had known I'd have to live like this at my age, I would never have gotten married."
"I have a friend who is still single. He often goes to Lan Kwai Fong to have fun. Every time I drive by there at night, I see long legs in black stockings and miniskirts that cover my hips. I have to drink a few cups of herbal tea to calm down after seeing so many of them."
In his previous life, he was good-looking and worked part-time as a resident singer in a bar. Fan Wumian knew all too well about that kind of life of debauchery.
All I can say is that everyone has their own troubles. Spending every day in debauchery does not necessarily make you very happy. Many people are simply trying to numb themselves in various ways.
I heard the taxi driver complaining a lot on the way.
After Fan Wumian returned home, he first sent a message to Zhuang Muxi, then sat down at the desk, opened his laptop and looked through the content of "Emperor of the Wilderness" he had written last week, trying to think about the next plot.
Since I don't have a photographic memory, I have long since forgotten many of the things I have seen, and it is a headache to think about the plot myself.
After sitting still and writing for more than three hours, he felt his scalp tingling and his blood pressure was about to soar.
Looking at the number of words counted, there are only more than 4300 in total, which is not enough for the content of a chapter in a newspaper.
Just as I was planning to go to the bathroom and then continue my work, trying to finish 5000 words in one go, my cell phone suddenly rang.
I thought the results of the piano competition were out.
After reading the notes displayed on the screen, I realized that it was Campus Beauty Zuo calling again.
Subconsciously guessing that something might have gone wrong with the meeting with the record company representative tomorrow, Fan Wumian answered the call immediately and asked:
"Hello? What are you doing?"
"Well, Fan Wumian, I'll go with you tomorrow. I just need to discuss something with you. The Dean of Discipline wants you to plan a solo concert in school to put on a show in front of the guests from the Education Bureau. I'm in charge of this event. I'll communicate with you in advance tomorrow."
On the other end of the phone.
Zuo Ziyan was giving herself a thumbs up, silently praising herself for being a smart guy.
Ever since she was rejected by Fan Wumian during their last phone call, she had always been a little worried that this guy didn't understand business negotiations and was being cheated by the record company.
After racking my brains, I came up with a seemingly reasonable excuse and called again.
Although she was upset that her kindness was taken for granted last night, since she knew that releasing the record was very important to him, it was hard for Zuo Ziyan to completely ignore it.
Ask the reason behind it.
Most likely it was because Fan Wumian, who had pursued Zuo Xiaohua for several years, successfully accumulated some affection for her, which made her inexplicably begin to feel that she also had a responsibility to take care of him.
Fan Wumian's focus was a little off, so he got straight to the point and asked:
"Can I make money by participating in school activities? My appearance fee is very high. Listen, every few keystrokes I make, I get HK$1."
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Zuo Ziyan squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth:
"That's fine! The total budget for the event is 2000 yuan, and I can give you some of the labor fee!"
"Tsk, the total budget is only 2000 yuan. It turns out that Guangming Academy has the money. So for your sake, I will sing for only an hour at most."
After listening to Fan Wumian’s words.
For a moment, Zuo Ziyan couldn't tell whether her face was valuable or not, and replied with a frown:
"That's it for now. I'll pick you up downstairs at your house at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning."
(End of this chapter)