Zheng Mingming held a piece of sausage in his mouth, looked at the boy holding a guitar on the stage of the small theater, and used his elbow to blame Suno: "How about it, is your new deskmate handsome enough?"
Su Nuo was also stunned when he saw Chen Guodong playing and singing on the stage. She really didn't expect that Chen Guodong was quite stylish when he was sitting on the stage, especially the way he lowered his eyelids and focused on the guitar in his hand, which made him look like he was flying.
"I discovered it by accident. I've been watching him singing here for several days. I also asked the people here and they said he would come as soon as the holidays come." After Zheng Mingming finished speaking, he took another bite of grilled sausage.
"Is he short of money?" Suno was also surprised.
Su Nuo suggested that Zheng Mingming open a small supermarket, but he must wait until he graduates from junior high school in the summer. Therefore, Chen Guodong's father still runs an auto repair shop in front of the school, but there is still no business.
Just to see his son often, he rented a house all day long without any business. How could Chen Guodong still be short of money and come here to sing
Zheng Mingming, a know-it-all, immediately whispered: "I heard that his mother is in poor health. But she divorced his father and refuses to use his father's money. He is singing here, but he doesn't seem to have much money."
This small theater can be regarded as a grass-stage troupe, where young people sing and dance. They were the first group of people to pursue pop music in the 1980s.
In Su Nuo's memory, there are indeed a few young singers in this city who became famous after going out to karaoke and disco.
But there is no person like Chen Guodong in her memory, which means that Chen Guodong cannot sing well at all.
Seeing Chen Guodong's focused singing, listening to the soft guitar sound and pure and clean singing, Su Nuo suddenly had an idea.
"Zheng Mingming, are you willing to sing?" Su Nuo remembered that Zheng Mingming also had a pretty good voice. She especially liked to imitate Andy Lau's singing, and she actually imagined it.
"Ah? Sing with him?" Zheng Mingming curled his lips, "Refuse. His waist is much thinner than mine, so I stand up and stand together to make him look fatter."
"Each one sings his own song." Su Nuo glanced at Chen Guodong on the stage and said, "How about I package you two up and be your manager?"
"What is an agent? Are you someone who follows celebrities and helps carry their luggage?" Zheng Mingming asked, biting a small bamboo stick after finishing all the sausages.
"That's an assistant. I'm responsible for arranging announcements for you, contracting, and crisis public relations. In short, I help you make money." Su Nuo explained simply.
At this time, Chen Guodong had just finished singing. He stood up, bowed to the few people in the audience, and then went down with his guitar in his arms.
Suno pulled Zheng Mingming: "Follow me and catch up with him quickly."
"Just wait here. He will come over here in a moment." Zheng Mingming stood still. It seemed that he had really known Chen Guodong's movements clearly in the past few days.
Sure enough, after waiting for less than ten minutes, Chen Guodong came out carrying a piano case and pushing a dilapidated old-fashioned 28-year-old bicycle.
Chen Guodong obviously knew that Zheng Mingming would be here. He deliberately didn't glance here and got into the car to ride away.
Sunuo quickly called out: "Tablemate."
Chen Guodong's foot suddenly missed the pedal, and his body tilted, but he was able to use his foot to support the ground.
"My deskmate, I have something to tell you." Su Nuo immediately ran over and said straight to the point: "I will be your agent, let's go out and make a fortune before the end of the year."
(End of chapter)