80s: Little Sweet Wife

Mo Wendong and Yan Mingshun were eagerly waiting for the next bus, but today's bus didn't know what was going on. Half an hour passed and there was no shadow. Mo Wendong was cold and hungry, so he couldn't help complaining.

"Mingshun, why are you so weird today? If you hadn't run the wrong way, we'd all be home now, and we'd still be able to go to the small noodle shop next to us to eat a bowl of hot noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork!"

Mo Wendong blew his nose, and when he thought of the fresh and fragrant pickled pork noodles, saliva came out of his mouth. After three days of eating cold steamed buns on the train, the pickled vegetables came out, and his stomach acid came out. Now he I just want to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup to warm my stomach.

Yan Mingshun let Mo Wendong murmur and scold him, but he didn't hear 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 was practicing dancing on the side of the art troupe, and Wu Chao also came over. It was Wu Zhengdao who forced him to slip him over and let him practice well. If something went wrong on the Spring Festival Gala stage, Wu Zhengdao said that he would break his dogleg. !

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

Wu Mei jumped tired and sat on the ground to rest, chatting with Xiong Qingqing, who was practicing her voice. After listening to her voice all morning, her ears became calloused.

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

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

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

If Xiong Qingqing sang "Snow in Saibei", no matter how well she sang it, it would not be amazing. The audience would get tired of watching the same program, just like her and Xiong Mumu's program, the reason why she was selected.

It's not because of how good their acting skills are, and too many professional actors are better than them, but because of the novelty of their shows, eating big fish and meat every day, and suddenly serving a plate of porridge and side dishes, will definitely make people remember it fresh.

Xiong Qingqing sighed dejectedly and complained, "The leader said that "Sweet Honey" is an unremarkable sound, and it must not be put on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. If I dare to sing it, I will be fired!"

Wu Mei blinked, and then she realized that now is not the past life of all kinds of music popular, but in the 1980s, just a few years after the reform and opening up, the music control in Hong Kong and Taiwan is still relatively strict.

Many of the tapes over there are actually parallel imports and are not issued through formal channels. There are many people in the south who specialize in the cassette business. For a few cents a piece of blank tapes, you can record hundreds of them a day, and sell them for a few dollars a piece. Go out, a lot of people are rushing to buy.

In the previous life, Wu Mei watched some talk shows of big bosses. Many big bosses in the south made their fortunes selling parallel imports. That one book made a lot of money.

But it was only a few years ago. If she remembered correctly, in these two years, the state will severely crack down on speculators. Those 'bad guys' are lucky enough to escape, but if they are unlucky, they will fall to the ground or live in prison. For most of my life.

Wu Mei's heart sank at the thought of this, and he didn't know if Yan Mingshun had any reselling business. No, I'll go find Yan Mingshun tomorrow to see if he has returned from his grandmother's house.