1991: The Era of Hong Kong Dramas

There are two ways to quickly bridge the gap between people.

One is to do something together, whether it's good or bad; the other is to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Wang Fei was like that at that moment. After saying a lot, she felt embarrassed and simply looked out the window and ignored everyone.

Huo Sheng didn't say anything more and closed his eyes to rest.

The carriage was quiet for a while, then it continued moving forward.

By the time they returned to the recording studio, it was almost seven o'clock.

Leung Wing-Chun and Chan Ka-Ying were still sitting in the recording studio, waiting impatiently.

The two of them were quite frightened by Faye Wong's words this morning, and they had no idea how Huo Sheng intended to "discipline" her by taking her to TVB. If she didn't return soon, as the patriarchs, they would have no choice but to go to TVB themselves and bring her back.

Fortunately, the door opened at that moment.

The two turned around at the same time. Faye Wong walked in, her expression almost the same as when she left—still aloof and distant. But Chan Ka-ying knew Faye Wong very well; after staring at her for just two seconds, she vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Faye Wong seems to be in a good mood.

Chen Jiaying turned her gaze curiously to Huo Sheng behind her and asked with a smile, "Mr. Huo, why did you take so long?"

"Sister Jiaying, I'm sorry, I took her to the film set for a while, which took up a lot of time."

"That's not true."

Chan Ka-ying quickly said politely, "It's Jingwen who has caused you trouble."

After exchanging pleasantries, Liang Rongjun hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Huo... how is he now?"

Huo Sheng didn't answer, but pointed to the other side.

Faye Wong had already entered the soundproof room, picked up her headphones, and glanced at Leung Wing-Chun through the glass.

"Let's give it a try," she said.

Liang Rongjun paused for a moment, then reacted, pressed the intercom button, and tentatively asked, "Is it ready?"

Wang Fei didn't say anything more, just nodded and put on her headphones.

Huo Sheng sat in the chair, somewhat expecting Faye Wong to perform at her usual level.

During this period, the diva's vocal cords did not close completely, which was her signature breathy singing style. She had stable breath control when singing, which allowed her to better express her emotions.

Also, don't think that Faye Wong is just a naturally gifted singer. She worked hard when singing Cantonese songs. Her Cantonese pronunciation is clear and gentle, and the intonation and rhythm within sentences are natural. She can narrate gently, just like speaking.

Overall, she is a singer who doesn't like to sing ballads, but is naturally suited to singing them.

"Ready!"

Liang Rongjun has completed the debugging.

Faye Wong gently closed her eyes, facing the microphone, preparing her emotions.

A few seconds later, the intro began, and her singing voice flowed out slowly.

"As people get drunk, the night grows deeper; how close we are at this moment."

The moment the first sentence was uttered, Leung Wing-Chun and Chan Ka-Ying's eyes widened immediately.

Technically, it was no different from the morning, but there was much more warmth in her voice.

Urban love is nothing more than vulnerability, restraint, and helplessness. These words are six characters when written down, but they are a completely different story when sung.

Originally, when she sang, her voice was vertical, pushing downwards with each phrase. Now, however, her voice has become scattered and soft, like water being poured into water.

And then there's Faye Wong's unique voice.

It can only be described as absolutely amazing.

After the song was finished, the recording studio was quiet for several seconds.

Liang Rongjun took off his headphones, turned to look at Huo Sheng, and Chen Jiaying looked at him as well.

The two of them had only one thought.

This song could really be Faye Wong's comeback hit!

……

Filming for "The Greed of Man" is in full swing, and it's already early August.

In the early hours of that day, the laser factory's trucks shuttled through the night, delivering albums to various districts, aiming to fill Hong Kong record stores and audio-visual shops by 10 a.m.

Causeway Bay.

It was hot in August, and the asphalt road surface was so soft from the sun that you could feel your shoes sinking slightly when you walked on it.

A thin layer of moisture clung to the air, and people who had just come out of an air-conditioned room immediately felt a warm, stuffy feeling on their shoulders and arms.

The office workers on the street were in a hurry, and occasionally someone would take out a tissue to pat their forehead and then put it back in their handbag.

The glass door of the video store opened and closed, and cold air leaked out from the cracks in the door. People passing by unconsciously slowed their pace, as if they were being lured by the coolness.

There were quite a few people in the store.

Most of them were young women from nearby office buildings who had slipped out during their lunch break, wearing suits and skirts, and clutching sandwich bags they had just bought from next door.

They stood in front of the shelves, flipping through the sheets one by one. When they found one they liked, they would pull it out to look at the track on the back cover, then put it back, repeating this process several times.

"Do you have Sandy Lam's new album?"

"No!"

Where is Sally Yeh?

"It won't be released until next month!"

"What other new albums are coming out?"

Liang Xiuzhen's finger slowly swept across the row of albums recommended by best recommendation.

She works in an office job at a logistics company in Causeway Bay. Her lunch break is limited, and after finishing her meal, she still has 15 minutes left, so she goes to the video store for a quick look around, as usual.

The shop assistant pulled a ticket from the shelf and handed it over, saying, "It has Faye Wong!"

"Never heard of him, who is he?"

"A junior sister of Beyond from Cinepoly Records!"

Liang Xiuzhen hesitated for a moment, looking at the girl with medium-length black hair on the album cover. Then she thought better of it and decided to buy it.

Although this singer isn't very famous, Beyond is a household name, and I'm already tired of playing the same few songs on my cassette tapes all the time.

She spent 40 yuan to buy a copy of "Conminghome". After having dinner at home, she found a comfortable position on the bed and opened the album.

The cassette tape has sides A and B, each with five songs.

Romantic Storm, Miss You Night & Day, Easily Hurt Woman...

"What?"

She rolled over, pulled out her Walkman, inserted the cassette, and pressed the PLAY button.

The first song, "Romantic Storm," is a fast-paced urban dance track with a lively rhythm.

The second song, "Miss You Night & Day," is a mid-tempo R&B piece that is gentle and quiet.

Although both songs have their merits, showcasing the singer's skill and the production company's dedication, unfortunately neither is Liang Xiuzhen's preferred style.

Young girls in Hong Kong nowadays prefer to listen to sad love songs like "Lover and Confidant".

It seems this blind box opening attempt failed.

But since I've already bought them, it feels like a waste to stop now, so I can only listen to them one by one.

She turned over with some regret and fast-forwarded to the third song.

As the intro began, within seconds, Liang Xiuzhen subconsciously lifted her head from the pillow, straightened her headphone cord, and exclaimed, "What a beautiful love song about glass!"

Women in Hong Kong today have to deal with their bosses at work, their family matters after get off work, and countless unspeakable nights in their relationships.

"Easily Hurt Woman" accurately captures their girlish feelings, sounding dreamlike and intoxicating, allowing them to empathize with Faye Wong's voice.

"..."

Liang Xiuzhen remained in one position, motionless, and when the song skipped to the next one, she dialed back.

Manually loop the song.

"Even in the long night, with you by my side, I am truly drunk; you have finally given me trust. Regardless of all the doubts, happiness is my lover."

This line of poetry immediately reminded Liang Xiuzhen of her previous, unfulfilled romance, and she felt secretly heartbroken.

After an unknown amount of time, she got out of bed, tears streaming down her face, and blew her nose.

"I'm such an easily hurt woman."

She rewound the tape and listened to it again.

……

"Mr. Liang? Mr. Liang!"

"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"

"Something big has happened!"

Not long after "Cominghome" was released, the colleagues in charge of distribution rushed to the 15th floor of Cinepoly Records and caught Leung Wing-Chun, who had just come out of the recording studio, in the corridor.

"It exploded! It exploded!"

"What burst? Another water pipe burst at our company?"

"No, Mr. Leung! It's the album, Jingwen's album is a hit!"

Liang Rongjun stopped in his tracks.

"Speak slowly, what happened?"

"The HMV manager called personally; several stores are sold out and out of stock! Not just HMV, record stores and audio-visual stores are also notifying us to restock!"

"How much is missing?"

The man made a hand gesture.

"Preliminary estimates suggest at least 50,000 tickets."

Hiss!

Liang Rongjun gasped.

Last year, Faye Wong's album "You're the Only One" sold less than 10,000 copies, and even Beyond's "Continue the Revolution," released just last month, only sold around 50,000 copies.

Now, sales have increased by 50,000 copies, a five-fold increase!