assistirfilmes Chapter 21 Negative News About Arrogance
Chapter 21 Negative News About Arrogance
"Hanjiang, Hanjiang."
Early morning in early June.
In his simple single dormitory room at the China Conservatory of Music, Lin Hanjiang sat at his desk, his pen scratching across the staff paper.
Each note flowed smoothly, a classic melody from his memory that belonged to this era.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
"Hanjiang, Hanjiang, are you in there?"
The knocking was very soft, and the voices were very soft.
However, Lin Hanjiang heard it clearly; it was his senior sister's voice.
His pen paused, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
How did the senior sister end up in the boys' dormitory?
Because of its fame, the dormitory manager didn't stop them from ordering it.
If I run into some shirtless guys this summer, I'll be so lucky!
Lin Hanjiang put down his pen, got up, and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Zhang Ye stood gracefully in the doorway.
Instead of her usual neat ponytail, she wore two slightly playful braids that hung down her shoulders.
She was wearing a light blue floral dress and white plastic sandals, and looked several years younger than her actual age, like a girl next door.
Not wearing heavy makeup for performances does make you look younger.
However, there was a hint of excitement on her face.
"Senior sister? What's wrong...?"
Lin Hanjiang stepped aside to let her in, his gaze unconsciously sweeping across the corridor.
Fortunately, no one saw it.
If someone saw him, they would think he was keeping a mistress.
Zhang Ye slipped inside, closing the door slightly behind him. Before Lin Hanjiang could finish his question, he lowered his voice and said:
"Don't ask how I got in. I told the dorm supervisor my brother was sick and I was bringing him medicine!"
"oh oh."
Zhang continued, "Hurry up and change into something neater. Teacher Jin wants you to come over immediately. Director Ge Yanping from CCTV has personally visited Teacher Jin's home."
Lin Hanjiang raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile appearing on his face: "Oh? Coming to your door in person? Is this... a weasel paying respects to a chicken, or a apology on behalf of someone?"
"Pah! What chicken stuff!"
Zhang playfully patted his arm, then couldn't help but laugh.
"I think they're getting restless. I heard the show's ratings last night were incredibly high, and the newspapers were overflowing with it first thing this morning. You didn't see it..."
As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and pulled out two neatly folded newspapers from her canvas handbag.
"Here, take a look at this first. We'll talk on the way. Hurry up and change your clothes."
Lin Hanjiang took the newspaper and unfolded it.
One of them was the People's Daily, in the arts and literature section, with the eye-catching title: "The Melody of the Times, the Voice of the People—A Review of the Song 'The Story of Spring' from the Young Singers Competition".
The article highly praised the song from the aspects of its ideology, artistry, and timeliness, closely linking it to the great practice of reform and opening up, and praising it for "vividly telling the story of that spring in musical language and singing out the people's sincere feelings and firm confidence in the new era."
The brushstrokes are dignified, and the ideas are lofty.
Another newspaper, Shanghai's Xinmin Evening News, had a sensational headline in its entertainment section: "The dark horse of the CCTV Young Singers Competition is arrogant? Exclusive interview asks for a sky-high price of two thousand!"
The article, written in a rather sensational tone, describes how a reporter from Guangdong TV went through great lengths to secure the interview at an astonishing price. It also quotes so-called insiders as saying that Lin Hanjiang became arrogant after gaining fame, tainted his art with the stench of money, and even implied that his character was questionable.
While the song's popularity was mentioned, the focus was clearly on the eye-catching topic of its price.
Lin Hanjiang quickly scanned the newspaper, his face remaining expressionless. He merely chuckled softly, "Quick moves indeed. One is praised to the heavens, the other trampled into the mud. The pens of these southern newspapers are certainly sharp."
"More than that!"
Zhang urged him to find a decent shirt while speaking quickly.
"On my way here, the newsstands at the street corner were packed with people. The Guangming Daily and the Economic Daily were praising the song and discussing reform and opening up. But on the other side, the Workers' Daily and a few other tabloids were all talking about your asking price of two thousand. They were saying all sorts of things, some saying you were greedy, some saying Guangdong TV was stupid, and some guessing if you were desperate because your family was poor... Anyway, it was a huge scene."
The night before last, Lin Hanjiang told her about asking Guangdong TV for money.
Zhang was naturally not surprised, as his junior brother was currently short of money.
I'll definitely make money if I can, especially two thousand yuan. That's enough to buy so much meat. Only a fool wouldn't make money.
Lin Hanjiang changed into a clean white short-sleeved shirt, smoothed his hair in front of a small mirror, and said calmly, "Let them talk. Infamy is still infamy."
Zhang smiled and admired his junior brother's ability to maintain such a mindset.
Instead of facing her family difficulties negatively, she seemed to have matured a bit.
"Teacher Jin asked me to remind you that when you meet Ge Yanping, just keep your head in check. Don't be stubborn, but don't back down either. Your teacher is here to support you."
"I see."
Lin Hanjiang nodded.
Ge Yanping's personal visit signifies a fundamental shift in CCTV's attitude due to the explosive reaction last night.
Previously, Ge Yanping could manipulate events at will and cancel interviews, but now he has to face the enormous influence and public opinion base that he and his song represent.
The two quickly walked out of the dormitory building.
The campus is lush and green in early summer.
As I passed by the bulletin board, I saw several students gathered there, pointing at a newly posted copy of the Kyoto Youth Daily and discussing it animatedly. The words "Lin Hanjiang" and "Spring Story" could be vaguely seen on the newspaper.
Lin Hanjiang gained fame because of the CCTV Young Singers Competition.
More obvious signs are outside the campus.
A radio from some store, its static mixed with electrical noise, drifted over:
"In 1979, it was a springtime..."
A public telephone booth by the roadside.
A man carrying a briefcase, looking like a government official, was speaking loudly into the microphone: "Yes, it's the song from last night's singing competition, called 'The Story of Spring.' Go check the record stores right away to see if they have a cassette tape. What? No? Oh dear, how come such a good song hasn't been released on cassette yet? The radio stations are practically overwhelmed with requests!"
On the streets of Kyoto.
A young man in overalls complained to his companion, "Damn it, I've been to several record stores, and they all say they don't have the original tapes. A few did secretly ask if I wanted to copy them, but the quality is definitely not good!"
Piracy is rampant and fast in the market these days.
Which of these songs that are now popular all over the country wasn't first pushed to a wider audience by pirated cassette tapes?
There are pros and cons. In this special era, piracy is, to some extent, the most barbaric and effective way of spreading information.
A large newsstand was surrounded by about twenty people.
The stall owner was a lean, middle-aged man with a booming voice: "Hey! The People's Daily's arts and literature section has some great, in-depth articles! The Xinmin Evening News's entertainment headline has the secret behind a genius singer from the CCTV Young Singers Competition! Come and see, it's all here!"
While flipping through the Xinmin Evening News, someone shook their head and said to their companion, "Tsk tsk, two thousand yuan for an interview? This student's got some nerve! But seriously, that song is fucking good. My old man was crying while listening to it last night."
"What do you know? That's called an artist's temperament. A talented person wouldn't sell themselves cheaply. As long as the song is good, who cares how much it costs for an interview?" another customer who looked like a cultured person retorted.
……
Various discussions buzzed into my ears.