Chapter 33 I'm Really Not That Noble
The reason why Jing Xiaoqiang came to the Huhai Ballroom to sing without hesitation.
It was after he discovered that he had the skills to sing, play and dance, and that he graduated from a drama academy and had experienced those circles over the years.
I understand that this was a brief period after the reform and opening up when a whole generation of superstars became famous .
Countless well-known names became famous during this period, laying the foundation for their success for many years to come.
Whether it is making enough cash to buy cars and houses for investment income, or being able to go out and make money with a shameless face.
It was only this short period of time that was the most wild growth stage for the entire domestic commercial song and dance industry. There was not so much packaging and not so many factional companies.
You can make money in a dance hall just by singing.
Jing Xiaoqiang never thought about becoming famous.
He never considered himself a singer.
But in the past nearly fifty days, among the several major dance halls in the center of Shanghai, the Symphony Orchestra Dance Hall is definitely number one in popularity, reputation and experience!
Xiao Qiang, a young singer who is rarely seen, started out with disco music, then developed his personal style with his hoarse and lyrical voice, and finally adjusted the atmosphere with a humorous narrative song mode. This is not something that an ordinary singer can do.
The most important thing is that his series of foreign songs not only set a threshold that is difficult to surpass and imitate for his peers, but also in this era of internationalization in Shanghai, where people generally worship foreign things, it is really like a goat hitting a sheep's fart, which is both sexy and fashionable.
Until he started to use this unique voice to perform the currently popular Hong Kong and Taiwan songs.
Other singers still based in Shanghai are already feeling quite frustrated.
Because after hearing Xiaoqiang singing, I always feel that it’s not quite as good when I go to other dance halls.
For example, Luo Zhongxu, who was famous at the time, and Huang Ma, who later became very popular, were now singing in several other places.
In the end, they all found reasons to leave Shanghai!
My fellow dancers always ask me how well so-and-so sings and how good he is at livening up the atmosphere. They say, "Are you being a little too pretentious? It really messes up my mentality."
Those who have connections with TV stations go to Pingjing, those who want to make money go south to Pengzhen, Yuezhou, anyway, those who are a little famous don't want to stay in Shanghai at this moment.
Only some unknown newcomers are left to support each family. Let's see if there is anyone from the music school who can take over after the new semester starts.
The entire Shanghai dance hall industry was shaken, and it vaguely had the flavor of the time when Cheng Dajia and Mei Dajia were popular in Shanghai.
There was actually a constant stream of people trying to recruit Jing Xiaoqiang, and quite a few record companies had also come.
Unfortunately, it can't be dug.
Jing Xiaoqiang doesn't have the mentality of other singers who desperately seek money while they are popular. He only sings five songs a day and calls it a day. Otherwise, how much can he be paid?
With a ticket price of two yuan, a dance hall may only earn two to three thousand yuan from ticket revenue, after deducting various costs such as venue, electricity, and band.
Can you give the singer one thousand?
Nowadays, the amount you can earn from singing in a karaoke bar is at most not as much as the gym tips you get in a foreign-related hotel.
As for the record company's invitation to release an album, you are not eligible to participate in the profit sharing, and the maximum you can get is a few thousand to ten thousand.
We can’t compete with the audio-visual companies that Shanghai is already cooperating with.
Therefore, Jing Xiaoqiang's nonchalant style actually has a bit of the effect of hunger sales, making his dancers unable to get enough of listening to him every day and not feeling aesthetic fatigue.
The entire Shanghai Beach has an excellent reputation!
People who have heard of it or not all flock here , and only when there is no room left do they turn to other dance halls.
Many dancers came to listen to Xiaoqiang singing, and scalpers took the initiative to maintain order.
Now hearing that this was Xiaoqiang's father-in-law, the young girl that Uncle Cheng was holding was very surprised.
Jing Xiaoqiang was annoyed and stretched out his hand to separate the couple: "Ignore him, the old man is very bad, young girl, don't be fooled by him!"
The girl was so coquettish: "I'm not small at all..."
Still swaying.
Uncle Cheng liked this tune so much that he kept pushing Jing Xiaoqiang to go back and sing: "You go ahead and do your thing, don't bother me... Oh, we have to go back together, remember!"
Jing Xiaoqiang was speechless, wailing in his heart, I was really wrong!
This old bastard has really been controlled by his mother all his life, just like Prince Charles. If anything happens in Shanghai, as long as it is anyone from his original circle, the news will probably reach his mother's ears.
Only Jing Xiaoqiang, a pure outsider, is the safest!
No wonder he was so eager to help get a car. He was the driver, son-in-law, shield, and entertainment industry guide. He was everything...
Jing Xiaoqiang feels that Cadillac is no longer attractive!
By the time he finished singing five songs and went to find the old guy, he had actually learned the cha-cha and was twisting his hips and flirting with the swaying girls, looking extremely happy.
Jing Xiaoqiang grabbed him by the collar and retreated. Uncle Cheng even tried to say goodbye to the girl and agreed to meet the day after tomorrow...
After driving to the curb outside the back door, Jing Xiaoqiang wondered, "Why did you make an appointment for the day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow I have to register at the university, so maybe I won't come."
Uncle Cheng had no choice but to say, "Nannan will be back tomorrow, so I'll take her to school in the evening...why don't you help me?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was sober: "Ah! Don't beat around the bush. No way. Don't think that just because you helped me get the car at a low price and I parked it, then you can order me around. You already know how to find a young and pretty girl, why do you have to make me find an older one?"
Uncle Cheng sighed in the passenger seat: "I am such a failure as a father. I didn't help my daughter find her lifelong partner early on. Am I going to set up a stall at the blind date corner in the park?"
Jing Xiaoqiang watched coldly: "Act, continue acting, please start your performance."
Uncle Cheng stated the facts and reasoned: "Our family is really okay. We donated all our assets in China a long time ago, but we still have . We can get the foreign exchange back by filing a report. You and Nannan will never have to worry about food and clothing..."
Why are they suddenly put together?
Jing Xiaoqiang sneered: "Yes, you do have good vision, I am very outstanding, but do you think I am a son-in-law? With my current income and professional stage ability, it is not good to live a free life. I have to go to your house and be restricted. If it were you, would you be willing?"
Uncle Cheng is such a good playmate and he doesn’t have any bad intentions.
I sat there blankly and thought about it before admitting, "I don't want to. To be honest, I envy you so much. If I could live again, I would rather be free and work hard for the rest of my life, rather than being constrained all the time like this. I can't do anything I want to do. I'm suffocating myself in this life!"
Jing Xiaoqiang reached out and patted Uncle Cheng on the shoulder: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Also, what you have now is what countless people desire. Don't complain. Now that you are here, just play your role well. Come on, we are home. I suddenly don't want to park the car in your garage. There are too many traps. I have to think about it."
As expected, there is always a price to pay for every gain. Uncle Cheng pulled Jing Xiaoqiang into the house to show his face. His strict family education proved that he was not fooling around, and he could forget about spending the night outside.
When Jing Xiaoqiang drove away, he could clearly feel the extremely envious look in Uncle Cheng's eyes as he stood at the window and watched him go away.
Having a car really feels completely different, and the dimension of freedom is instantly expanded many times.
After a short drive on the still scarce urban roads, you will reach the suburbs, drive aimlessly to the other side of a brightly lit port terminal, park the car on the waterfront and enjoy the feeling of relaxation in the cool breeze.
As a result, I was attacked by mosquitoes right from the start, and it was stuffy with the car windows closed. My dream of bringing a girl to sit here in the future was shattered.
Then a flashlight shone over and he shouted sternly, asking who was doing there and what!
Jing Xiaoqiang was ready to fight the criminals at the first moment!
In the past, in New Jersey or Brooklyn, if you went to a remote place with your girlfriend, you might be attacked and robbed by gang members after dark.
This is also the origin of his crazy physical training.
Isn’t it safe to return to the country?
It seems that the 1990s were really a bit chaotic.
But when he saw the militiamen carrying submachine guns and the policemen with serious expressions, he immediately became scared.
Anyone who has worked at Citibank knows that you should never confront the police.
He raised his hands in surrender, and was then escorted back to the police station by highly vigilant police and militia. Even the receipt for the car purchase from the government agency was not enough. Which unit could he find to guarantee the release of his person?
Jing Xiaoqiang touched his whole body and really didn't want to mention Uncle Cheng, because that would make him the son-in-law of that family.
And there’s no phone number for Uncle Cheng’s house.
Only Zhou Qingyun's business card was found.
I called the professor at the Conservatory of Music, but even Zhou Qingyun's verbal guarantee on behalf of the conservatory was not enough. I had to take a taxi to the suburbs to pick him up myself, or the security department would issue a letter of introduction to pick him up tomorrow.
Seeing the gray-haired old professor arrive in a hurry with messy hair, Jing Xiaoqiang felt extremely sorry. Finally, like a child who had made a mistake, he bowed hard to Zhou Qingyun.
The university professor's work ID is still powerful, mainly because Jing Xiaoqiang accidentally broke into the shipyard, where highly confidential information about warship manufacturing is stored.
Jing Xiaoqiang wanted to cry but had no tears: "I just drove the car and wanted to walk around, walk around aimlessly..."
It's a pitch-black place, and there's not even a camera or a telescope. How can we be a spy?
Instead, Zhou Qingyun hurriedly helped him explain: "We are an art school. Artists sometimes need inspiration and need to think. Recently, he is creating works related to air force soldiers. He may need to experience and collect folk songs. We will strengthen ideological education when we return..."
Only then did they take Jing Xiaoqiang away, and surprisingly no one checked Jing Xiaoqiang's driver's license from beginning to end!
I would also like to thank the police uncle for his high vigilance, which prevented the situation from being more serious. Jing Xiaoqiang drove back to the city, feeling so sorry that he didn't know what to say.
He is in his forties or fifties, and yet he still makes such a fool of himself that he almost buries his head in the mahogany steering wheel.
It was the vocal music professor who comforted him again: "I know, I understand, artists are all out of tune, they look at things from a different perspective, they don't like to stick to the rules, and they don't want to be content with the status quo. But the society we live in now requires everyone to be neat and tidy. You are a good child, and it is normal for you to be depressed..."
Jing Xiaoqiang raised his head suddenly and wanted to say, No!
I am thinking about my sister in a melancholy way...!
I want a girl with big waves, not a pure, determined, female master's degree...
