1978: Female educated youth, don’t want an illiterate husband

Chapter 308: My father-in-law was scared and broke out in a cold sweat. What on earth did you write?
After receiving the exact news from New York, Director Zhao of the Foreign Language Bureau could not stay for even a quarter of an hour.

He immediately took Cheng Xuemin, his father-in-law and son-in-law, as well as Old Zhou, and got on a special car to the ministry.

In the car, Director Zhao and his colleagues complained to Cheng Xuemin a lot. It was true that the acceptance rate of manuscripts submitted by their Foreign Language Bureau to outside parties during this period was really disappointing.

Without the approval rate, their foreign exchange earnings from foreign language publications will not be accelerated.

Seeing that since the last meeting in the ministry, their Foreign Language Bureau was assigned a task of 2 million US dollars in foreign exchange, but the completion progress has only been in the single digits, Director Zhao and his colleagues are very anxious.

Everyone was counting on Lao Feng, the son-in-law, to produce a hit foreign-language manuscript.

No idea!
Lao Feng's son-in-law hadn't finished writing his foreign-language manuscript yet, but a foreign-language manuscript he randomly submitted became a hit in North America.

Just for a foreign song, which has less than a hundred words, three hundred thousand US dollars in foreign currency will be deposited into the account soon.

If Mr. Wu from the department knew about this, I don't know how excited he would be.

So on the way there, Lao Zhou repeatedly encouraged Cheng Xuemin to calm down and keep working hard, and that he should put the foreign-language manuscripts in his hand aside for the time being, and strike while the momentum was hot to write a few more foreign-language songs.

If they can come up with one or two more songs as popular as today's, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for them to earn foreign exchange from foreign language outlets this year?
This made Cheng Xuemin smile bitterly!
This is also due to the fact that he is a reborn time traveler with a lot of ideas in his head, otherwise Director Zhao's task would be impossible for an ordinary person to accomplish.

However, there was no need for Lao Zhao and others to encourage him. With the success of "My Heart Will Go On", Cheng Xuemin already had a plan in mind.

If the song "My Heart Will Go On" fails to make it to the charts and stay at the top for a month, then he will have no choice but to sacrifice his trump card in advance and then pay tribute to it with "Yesterday Once More".

Cheng Xuemin doesn't believe it!

My Heart Will Go On cannot retain the top spot, and neither can Yesterday Again!

To know!
"Yesterday" was the most popular pop song in Britain and the United States throughout the 1980s. It is neither ahead of the times nor behind the times, just right.

"Hey, Xuemin, you're coming here too?"

"Why, is it that your father-in-law and his men are pushing you too hard, and that foreign-language manuscript in your hand has already been written?"

Mr. Wu from the department was used to seeing Old Zhao and others from the Foreign Languages ​​Bureau coming over to complain as usual, but he was very surprised that the young comrade Cheng Xuemin also came along with them.

A few days ago, Mr. Wu called him personally and assigned him a task.

"Mr. Wu, this is not about the foreign manuscript!"

"We came here today to tell you the good news and report the victory!"

Old Zhao smiled and couldn't wait to speak after seeing Mr. Wu from the department.

"Oh!? Not that manuscript?"

"To report victory or good news?"

"Then I'd like to hear what good news you guys have from the foreign language department!"

Mr. Wu was originally greeting Cheng Xuemin, but was interrupted by the impatient Old Zhao, who looked at him in surprise.

"Sit down, sit down, sit down, all of you sit down and talk first!"

"Xuemin, sit here!"

Then Mr. Wu greeted everyone and asked them to sit down and talk, motioning Cheng Xuemin to sit next to him.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Wu!" Cheng Xuemin greeted and thanked Mr. Wu politely, then sat aside to watch the performance of Mr. Zhao and the others.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Wu!" Father Feng, Old Zhou and the others nodded and sat down. Old Zhao was so anxious that he stood up again just after sitting down, and then reported excitedly, "Mr. Wu, this is the case. Xuemin's foreign language manuscript has not been completed yet!"

"But he wrote a pop song for New York a while ago, and it became a hit!"

"Popular song?" After hearing what Old Zhao said, Mr. Wu was surprised and asked in surprise, "Xuemin, did you write it?"

Mr. Wu must have known that young comrade Cheng Xuemin could write lyrics and compose music.

The song "Bloody Style" that he improvised on the southern front is now sung all over the country. It can be said that everyone knows it and can hum a few lines of it.

Moreover, the General Political Department even intended to define this song as a theme song of consolation for the southern battlefield, which shows how great its influence was.

Therefore, Mr. Wu knew that Cheng Xuemin was good at writing manuscripts and the songs he occasionally wrote were also very good.

how? !
According to what Old Zhao from the Foreign Language Bureau said, Cheng Xuemin is not only good at writing consolation songs, but also a master of foreign songs?
Cheng Xuemin merely nodded, knowing that this was not the time for him to interrupt.

"Yes, a foreign song written by Xuemin was already on the charts of Global Voices Music Radio in New York yesterday!"

"Mr. Wu, do you know? In just one day, this foreign song by Xuemin has topped the Global Voices' new hits chart!"

"Just now early this morning, our comrades stationed in New York called and said that a New York music company wanted to sign Xuemin's new song!"

"Mr. Wu, do you know how much they offered?"

When Old Zhao saw Old Wu looking at Cheng Xuemin with a puzzled look, he couldn't help but speak out again and said.

"How many?"

At this moment, Mr. Wu put out the cigarette in his hand and asked with a look of shock and expectation on his face.

"Three hundred thousand Mi Jin foreign exchange!" This time, Lao Zhao finished speaking in one breath, "Three hundred thousand Mi Jin foreign exchange, this is just the guaranteed copyright, and the other on-demand performance income is calculated separately!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu froze for a moment, and then his face twitched twice. He confirmed in disbelief, "How much, 300,000 MiGold foreign exchange, just for this foreign song?"

A foreign song directly sold 300,000 Mi gold foreign exchange?
this moment!
Mr. Wu’s concept of foreign exchange has been completely overturned. Is this Western capitalism?

Just one song can be sold for 300,000 MiGold foreign exchange. What kind of concept is this?

To know!
The country has begun calling for foreign exchange earnings, but how many units can actually achieve results in foreign exchange earnings?

Don’t talk about it!

Just yesterday, Mr. Wu was at Mr. Chen's place, meeting with a group of old guys to discuss how to open up our foreign exchange earnings channel.

I heard that the pioneer in foreign exchange earning in the industrial sector, a large light industrial factory with more than ten thousand employees, only earned a mere US$100,000 in foreign exchange in a month.

It can be seen how severe and difficult our current foreign exchange earning situation is.

In order to expand the channels for earning foreign exchange, Lao Chen is discussing and preparing to relax the control over foreign exchange a little bit, hoping to increase the pace of stimulating foreign exchange earnings.

This is the situation on the industrial side.

As for their cultural outlets, after all, Lao Chen did not give them specific tasks, so they did not hold out much hope. After all, if the cultural outlets want to make great achievements in foreign exchange earnings, they must achieve results in cultural exports.

But in the current global environment, our cultural exports are basically difficult. Do we want to earn foreign exchange and money from others through soft culture?
The difficulty is extremely high, and Lao Chen doesn't have much hope anyway.

But they cannot give up on their cultural side. Although Mr. Wu did not express his opinion to Mr. Chen, he did not say that they had to complete a certain amount of foreign exchange tasks.

However, if you want to pass it on, you still have to bear some responsibility!

In particular, the Foreign Languages ​​​​Bureau, which is their window for earning foreign exchange in the cultural sector, must shoulder the heavy responsibility of earning foreign exchange in the cultural sector.

Don’t say much!
By the end of the year, we should have at least a hundred million, right?

Of course, when the task is assigned, the higher the quotation will be, the higher the quotation will be. The task given to Lao Zhao is two million. If he can complete half of it, he will be a great contributor to the foreign exchange earnings of their cultural outlet.

But in fact!

Mr. Wu and his colleagues were really overthinking it. It has been more than two months since the 2 million foreign exchange earning task was assigned to their Foreign Language Bureau.

But what their Foreign Language Bureau has handed over now is only a mere 100,000 foreign exchange rice and gold, which is a long way from 2 million.

Mr. Wu doesn't have much hope anymore.

But who would have thought that today their Foreign Language Bureau would come directly to us and say that they had obtained 300,000 foreign exchange dollars in return for a foreign pop song?
What's going on?
real or fake?

"Yes, Mr. Wu, we sold $300,000 in foreign exchange just for this foreign pop song."

"As for the specific situation, Xuemin, please report it to Mr. Wu!"

Old Zhao looked extremely excited and kept talking. In the end, he did not forget Cheng Xuemin, the biggest contributor, and asked Cheng Xuemin to continue talking and bragging. Old Zhao said everything that should and should not be said, and everything that he knew and didn't know.

I really didn't know how to play it later, so I could only let Cheng Xuemin continue playing.

Anyway, according to what Lao Zhao said, their cultural outlet will be able to complete the foreign exchange earning task ahead of schedule before the end of the year. All they have to do is ask Cheng Xuemin to sing a few more popular songs like this one.

As for foreign manuscripts, I just forgot about them all.

Cheng Xuemin didn't expect that his father-in-law's immediate boss would be such a chatterbox. He had basically said everything. What else could Cheng Xuemin say?

I can only tell Mr. Wu that the original intention of writing this foreign pop song was nothing more than that I went to the Foreign Guest Hotel to film a movie and accidentally came into contact with the popular trends outside, so I improvised and hummed a few lines.

Then the song happened to be heard by a young foreign fashion female reporter at the scene. She took a liking to the song and asked Cheng Xuemin to write it. She brought it back to her country and helped to promote it.

After explaining the whole story, not only Mr. Wu was surprised, but also his father-in-law Mr. Feng and Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhou were suddenly enlightened. They then understood the conditions and environment under which Cheng Xuemin created this foreign pop song.

to this end!

Not only did Lao Zhao and others encourage him again and again, but Lao Wu also encouraged Cheng Xuemin to create more popular foreign songs in his spare time when he was not writing cultural articles.

According to Mr. Wu's words, Cheng Xuemin should focus his main energy on cultural creation.

In response, Cheng Xuemin nodded repeatedly and accepted it humbly, then handed the manuscript he had written to Mr. Wu.

A few days ago, Mr. Wu called my home in the evening to ask Cheng Xuemin for an article.

This is the task above. Cheng Xuemin will definitely put down all the creative works in his hands and focus on finishing the task with Mr. Wu first.

The assignment given by Mr. Wu is about the direction of reform and opening up!
Cheng Xuemin had actually been prepared for all of this, so he had already written it last night. Originally, after going to the Foreign Languages ​​Bureau today, he would stop by the ministry to hand over the manuscript to Mr. Wu.

I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao from the Cultural Bureau would come here directly.

"Old Feng?!"

At this moment, Cheng Xuemin's manuscript had been handed over to Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu at the desk kept looking at Cheng Xuemin's manuscript, putting out the cigarette butts one after another, and did not express his opinion for a long time.

The atmosphere in the office instantly became tense.

Old Zhao and Old Zhou, who were sitting on the side waiting, all had serious faces and dared not utter a word. They could only look at Old Feng beside them and ask what was going on with Feng's father.

What on earth did your son-in-law bring up again?

This made Old Wu frown, and they also dared not make a sound. Could it be that your son-in-law is making an atomic bomb again?
Father Feng's face was actually very solemn. Facing the inquiring looks from Lao Zhao and the others, Father Feng also shook his head. He really didn't know this time. He didn't expect that his son-in-law brought another manuscript with him today.

I don’t know what was written in the manuscript that made Mr. Wu’s face so solemn and serious.

He even looked at his son-in-law Cheng Xuemin with an inquiring look.

To this!

Cheng Xuemin just shook his head slightly, his heart also beating fast. Could it be that this step was too big and scared Mr. Wu?

"so……"

Suddenly, when everyone was nervous and solemn, Mr. Wu finally broke the silence and spoke, instantly cheering up everyone.

They all looked at Mr. Wu, waiting for his next instructions.

"Xuemin, this manuscript... leave it with me for a while. I'll send it to Lao Chen later and let him check it out!"

"After all, Old Chen is in charge of this area. As for what you mentioned, Xuemin...it's better for them to make their own decisions!"

Old Wu stood up and started talking. He looked at Cheng Xuemin with a complicated expression. He was going to leave it like this for today, but then he continued, "Xuemin, it's almost lunch time now. You can eat here now!"

"I'll send the manuscript to Lao Chen right now to see what his attitude is. You just wait in the department first!"

"what?"

This not only surprised Cheng Xuemin, but also Feng's father, Zhao's father, and Zhou's father were equally shocked.

But Mr. Wu didn't care about all that. After asking his secretary to arrange their lunch, he went out with the manuscript.

"No way?!"

"Old Feng, did I see it wrong? When Mr. Wu left the house just now, did he wipe his sweat?"

When Mr. Wu left the house, he did wipe his forehead, and Cheng Xuemin saw it, but it is not known whether it was wiping the sweat off his forehead as Mr. Zhao said.

"Xuemin, what on earth did you write in your manuscript? It made Mr. Wu sweat coldly? And he had to go there in person to report and ask for instructions?"

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(End of this chapter)