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Mo Wendong and Yan Mingshun waited for the next bus together, but today's bus didn't know what was going on, half an hour had passed, and there was no shadow, Mo Wendong was cold and hungry, and couldn't help complaining.

"Mingshun, why are you weird today? If you hadn't gone the wrong way, we would have all arrived home by now, and we could still go to the small noodle restaurant next door to eat a bowl of hot pickled vegetables and shredded pork noodles! ”

Mo Wendong blew his nose, when he thought of the fragrant pickled vegetables and shredded pork noodles, the saliva in his mouth gurgled out, after eating cold steamed buns on the train for three days, the pickles came out, and now he just wants to eat a bowl of hot soup noodles to warm his stomach.

Yan Mingshun let Mo Wendong mutter, he didn't listen to a word, he didn't want to eat hot noodle soup, he just wanted to go back to school quickly, he wanted to verify his conjecture and solve the mystery of Wu Mei's life experience.

Wu Mei practiced dancing on the side of the art troupe, Wu Chao also came, it was Wu Zhengdao who forced him to slip over, let him practice, if something went wrong on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, Wu Zhengdao said that he would break his dog legs!

"Sister Qingqing, are you singing this song tomorrow?"

Wu Mei was tired and sat on the ground to rest, chatting with Xiong Qingqing, who practiced her voice, listening to her throat all morning, her ears were calloused.

Xiong Qingqing's interest was not too high, and she nodded sheepishly, she has been singing this song "Snow in Saibei" for a whole year, originally she wanted to sing Teresa Teng's "Sweet Honey" on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, but the leaders of the art troupe didn't listen to her singing, and they came back as soon as they sang.

"Why don't you let me sing? How good "Sweet Honey" is! Wu Mei was puzzled.

Most of the songs on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala are high-pitched and majestic, of course, these songs are very good, but the problem is that even if it is Xianle, if you listen to it 365 days a year, you will get tired of listening to it.

If Xiong Qingqing sings "The Snow of Saibei", no matter how well she sings, it will not be amazing, and the audience is tired of watching the same show, just like the show between her and Xiong Mumu, the reason why she was selected.

It's not because of how good their acting skills are, too many professional actors are better than them, but because of the novelty of their show, they eat big fish and meat every day, and suddenly come up to clear the porridge and side dishes, which will definitely make people remember it vividly.

Xiong Qingqing sighed decadently and complained: "The leader said that "Sweet Honey" is a beautiful sound, and it must not be put on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, if I dare to sing, I will be fired!" ”

Wu Mei blinked, and then she realized that it was not the past life when all kinds of music were popular, but in the eighties, which had just been a few years after the reform and opening up, the music control in Hong Kong and Taiwan was still relatively strict.

Many of the tapes over there are actually parallel imports, not issued through formal channels, and there are many people in the south who specialize in the cassette business, and a blank tape of a few cents can record hundreds of copies a day, and sell them for several dollars, and a lot of people rush to buy them.

In his previous life, Wu Mei watched some bigwigs' talk shows, and many bigwigs in the south made a fortune selling parallel goods, and that one was profitable, as long as he was bold and had a lively brain, he couldn't make money.

But it was only a few years ago, if she remembered correctly, that is, in the past two years, the country will severely crack down on speculative and unfortunate elements, and those 'bad masters' will be lucky enough to dodge it, and if they are unlucky, they will fall to the ground, or spend most of their lives in prison.

Thinking of this fork, Wu Mei's heart sank suddenly, and he didn't know if Yan Mingshun was in the reselling business, no, I would go to find Yan Mingshun tomorrow to see if he had come back from his grandmother's house.

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