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Chapter 174 Zhou Huimin's Special Talent (Guaranteed 1 Update)
After Mei Wenhua handed the package to Wei Ming, he went to work on patrol.

Wei Ming was the only one in the dormitory. He sat on the bed and opened the package.

There were quite a lot of things. First of all, there was a bunch of snacks, including chocolate, barbecued pork cakes, water chestnut cakes, beef jerky, cookies, candies, etc., and even a can of coffee!
Where did the old man know such a generous and greedy girl? It seems that these are her favorite foods.

Wei Ming opened a bag of beef jerky and started eating, then looked at a few magazines.

There was the "Film Fortnightly" magazine, which later founded the Academy Awards. This magazine was considered the base for promoting new wave films.

There is also "Hong Kong Movies and Videos", which has a longer history and mainly talks about movie stars and movie information.

Just as Wei Ming was about to flip through the magazine, he saw a few banknotes falling out of it.

It’s Hong Kong dollars!
Wei Ming’s first reaction was: That song is sold!

He took out all the banknotes in the magazine and tapped them lightly. The total amount was 2250 Hong Kong dollars!
Not bad! The same price as a 40,000-word martial arts novel!

I still have to make music!
Later, Wei Ming saw another contract, which showed that the song "Liuliu De Ta" was sold to a company called Yongheng Records for HK$2500.

In addition, the distribution of profits from future record sales was also clarified.

I have never heard of this Eternal Records. It should be a small company. I don’t know who will sing the song in the end.

But this is not the point, the point is the signature at the back.

The signature is his real name "Wei Ming" and pen name "A Ming".

Wei Ming brought the contract closer. Oh my god, isn't this my handwriting? !
As the president of a company, Wei Ming often needed to sign in his previous life, so his signature was the two best words he wrote, which was very distinctive.

He quickly took out a pen and paper and rewrote "Wei Ming". Only by comparing the two could he find a subtle difference. But without the comparison, he himself would not have realized that someone was imitating his handwriting.

After looking at the other items in the package, Wei Ming finally opened the letter.

"Amin, I have fulfilled my mission and sold the song for a total of 2500 Hong Kong dollars. I hope you are not disappointed! I also signed the contract for you. How is it? Does it seem reasonable?" Amin started by stating the key point.

Classmate Amin, you are very proud, right?

Wei Ming laughed. He didn't expect that she had such a special talent. Fortunately, they were just pen pals. It was better to keep some distance from such people.

Amin added, "In order to prevent you from being cheated, I also helped you join the Hong Kong Composers and Lyricists Association. The membership fee will be paid from my 10%. I used the remaining amount to buy you some Hong Kong specialties. I don't know if you like them. Don't drink too much coffee, or you will not be able to sleep."

Wei Ming gave a thumbs up, Amin was very fair in his work!
Next, Amin explained in detail the characteristics of those snacks and her own comments. She also implicitly expressed which snacks Wei Ming sent her last time that she liked better. The hint was obvious. She is indeed a greedy girl.

Then Amin went back to the topic of the Hong Kong Composers and Lyricists Association.

"Actually, the formalities are not yet complete. They want your date of birth, home address, and a one-inch bareheaded photo. I'll just write my home address. You need to show the rest. Remember to send it to me next time."

Wei Ming did have such photos. He needed them for transferring his household registration and joining the Writers Association. He still had a few of them, but he was still a little hesitant to give his photos to strangers.

Forget it, just give it to her if she wants it.

Now Amin has moved to a new home and lives in the same community as Laogui. They know each other, so he might have seen his photo a long time ago.

After reminding Wei Ming to post the photos, Zhou Huimin asked Wei Ming if he had any other creative plans.

"The singer who is going to sing your song is called Zhang Mingmin. Isn't it a coincidence that you are A-Ming, I am A-Min, and he is Mingmin."

Wei Ming's eyes widened. This Tom's move was too coincidental!

It turned out to be this old man. Wei Ming admired him very much. Every Chinese person can sing a few lines of "The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Mount Huangshan and the Yellow River, they are of great importance in my heart"!

Zhou Huimin said: "This uncle said that if you have any other works, just give them to him to sing. He is a very good person. He was the one who reminded me to help you join the association."

There is definitely no problem with Zhang Mingmin's character. Because he sang "My Chinese Heart" on the Spring Festival Gala, he was labeled a "red singer" and even banned. He had to return to the electronics factory to continue working. Later, he went on a national tour to raise funds for the Yanjing Asian Games and donated all the 1990 yuan in charity in 60.

So Wei Ming decided to write a few more songs suitable for Zhang Mingmin, but "My Chinese Heart" was definitely not among them. It would be more meaningful for this song to be created by a lineup of all Hong Kong musicians.

Just as he was thinking about "writing" some songs, he heard some noise outside the door and put the Hong Kong dollars in his pocket.

Biaozi is back. He and Mei Wenhua are not in the same class today, so Xiaomei went there to replace him.

Being tall, he could see the things on Wei Ming's bed at a glance.

"Brother Ming, what are these good things? Did Melinda send them to you?"

"No, it's the pen pal in Hong Kong." Wei Ming had just finished chewing beef jerky and let Biaozi choose what to eat.

Biaozi took a liking to the can of Nestle soluble coffee at first sight.

"What is this black thing? Is it sesame paste?"

Wei Ming chuckled: "This thing is called coffee, have you heard of it?"

These days, Shanghai already has its first coffee shop open to all citizens, but in Yanjing, this kind of thing is almost invisible except for the Friendship Store and some places where foreigners live.

"I seem to have some impression of it. Is it delicious?"

"It's not something to eat, it's something to drink. After drinking it, you'll feel very energetic," Wei Ming said with a smile, "Biaozi, how about I make some for you to try."

Hearing this, Biaozi immediately said, "Okay."

Wei Ming doesn't like drinking coffee. He saw it in the international students building but he didn't drink it.

He felt that the excitement forced by special food must be lost from other places. He called it the law of conservation of excitement. From the perspective of health preservation, it is better to follow the laws of nature. Biaozi took out the rice bowl and Wei Ming scooped a spoonful for him.

"More please."

"You have to drink it all. This stuff is expensive. A spoonful like this costs at least one dollar." Wei Ming lied.

Afterwards, Wei Ming poured some hot water over it and pushed it to Biaozi: "Let it air dry and you can drink it."

Biaozi sniffed it and said, "Why does it taste a bit bitter?"

Wei Ming: "That's what coffee is like, bitter but sweet."

Biaozi shook the rice bowl and took a bite with half belief and half doubt.

"Oh, ugh, ugh, ugh, what is this, swill? It's worse than swill, so bitter!"

Wei Ming: "Just now it was two spoons, two dollars."

Thinking of the two dollars, Biaozi could only pinch his nose and drink it. He felt that it was not as good as drinking Chinese medicine.

When Biaozi paused and smacked his lips, Wei Ming asked, "How is it? Is there a slight aftertaste?"

Biaozi rolled his eyes and passed the basin to Wei Ming's mouth: "Brother Ming, you haven't drunk it yet, you should try it too, it's very sweet!"

There was about a quarter left, and Wei Ming took it helplessly: "You, you're wasting good things."

The original flavor was indeed bitter. Wei Minggang took a sip and suddenly thought, why should he force himself to endure the bitterness?

He climbed onto the bed, found a piece of candy from Amin's snack bag, and then put it into the hot coffee and stirred it.

After the toffee was completely melted, Wei Ming took another sip. It was not bad, with a softer and sweeter taste. He did not stop, but just took a sip and drank it all.

Seeing Wei Ming's operation, Biaozi slapped his thigh and said, "Yeah, why didn't I think of adding a piece of candy!"

Wei Ming: "It's late, let's just drink this. I'm afraid we won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Is it that strong? I don't feel anything right now."

Wei Ming: "This thing has a lot of staying power."

Biaozi: "Then I'll read a book. I tend to get sleepy when I read."

He set his eyes on Wei Ming's Hong Kong magazines. Although they were in traditional Chinese, he mainly wanted to see the female stars.

Wei Ming gave him two copies of "Hong Kong Films" to read.

"Wow, this woman is so beautiful! She's so sexy!"

Wei Ming took a look and saw that it was Diborah, Xie Laosi's wife and little Xie's mother.

This photo is just averagely sexy. What would happen if Biaozi saw her in "Emmanuelle of Hong Kong"?

She married Xie Xian last year, so is little Xie about to be born?
Wei Ming took a look at the content and found that it was indeed saying that Diborah was pregnant and Xie Xian was about to become a father.

Biaozi continued to look at the handsome men and beautiful women in the Hong Kong film and television circles, while Wei Ming went to bed and began to think about what song to write for Zhang Mingmin.

Writing lyrics was relatively easy for him. He wrote four songs in two hours. However, composing music was still a little difficult. After all, he had not learned to compose music systematically.

Wei Ming thought that he would send Lele to study with Teacher Gu, and he could also take the opportunity to further his studies.

It was already dark at this time, and he glanced at Biaozi below.

"Are you sleepy?"

Biaozi: "Brother Ming, I'm so energized that I don't want to sleep at all!"

Wei Ming: "But you've already finished reading several magazines, what else do you want to read?"

Biaozi's eyes lit up: "I want to see Yan Zi!"

"If you don't want to, it's fine to let you ride during the day, but it's late at night and there are no street lights on the road. What if something happens to you? What will happen to Yan Zi in the future?"

Wei Ming knew immediately that he wanted to borrow the motorcycle to go back to Shichahai, and he didn't want to do anything like asking his wife and son to die for him.

"Forget it, there's nothing I can do if I go," Biaozi sighed, "When can I marry Yanzi?"

Biaozi and Wei Ming are both 19 years old. Things in big cities are more casual than in rural areas. He can forget about getting married before he turns 22. Now Biaozi and Yanzi are stuck at the stage of kissing each other, and Biaozi has always wanted to go a step further.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "If you and Yan Zi immigrate to Hong Kong and settle down, you can get married now. Over there, as long as you are sixteen years old and have your parents' consent, you can get married."

"Oh, really? That's great!" Biaozi was excited for a while, but after the excitement he felt helpless. How could he immigrate to Hong Kong?

"Brother Ming, I remembered something," Biao Zi Tu suddenly said when talking about Hong Kong, "I heard from Yan Zi that a few days ago a Hong Kong director went to the sports school to select actors for a movie."

Wei Ming narrowed his eyes: "Oh, have you chosen it?"

Biaozi said enviously, "I heard from Yanzi that Xiao Li was chosen."

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(There should be more in the evening, please give me a monthly ticket!)
(End of this chapter)