Cheng Qi's eyes became hot, and he continued to ask Cheng Ran in depth about the relevant technical details of the operation, such as how to communicate with the telecommunications department.
Cheng Ran said that this was not difficult. Telecom companies already had people responsible for connecting with content suppliers and had the relevant funds. All they needed was a reason to spend money. Through the relationship between Fulong and the telecommunications department, they found such a person. The next step was to raise the issue and solve it.
Now the matter before us is very clear, that is, to continue to develop and grow ourselves. Only when we have the confidence, we will be qualified to negotiate.
As Cheng Ran was talking, Cheng Qi kept nodding, but after nodding for a while, he stopped.
It just doesn't taste right.
Shouldn't he, as the eldest brother, show off his current development and his strategic planning? But in the end, he let his second brother Cheng Ran show off.
Cheng Qi secretly made up his mind to go back and finish reading all the big books on the related industry on his desk. It's just a competition of who has read more books. When they meet next time, he will fight him for another three hundred rounds. This time he will not be defeated in one blow.
Try to use your outstanding knowledge and insight to intimidate Cheng Ran and defend your authority as the eldest brother.
The Spring Festival Gala started, and the phone kept ringing at home. There were calls from friends, colleagues, and distant relatives in the hometown. Cheng Ran's phone was also ringing non-stop, with greetings from friends, Jiang Zhou, Lian Xiaohu, Qin Qian, and Zhang Ping. Cheng Ran also called Jiang Hongshao, but the line was busy several times. In this era when mobile phones have just replaced pagers, calling and texting have become the mainstream of New Year greetings. At this time, Cheng Ran still missed the future of advanced communications and received messages at the same time.
In between several greeting calls, Cheng Ran called Jiang Hongshao. This time there was only a short tone, and then the phone was picked up. Jiang Hongshao's voice came from the other end, "Cheng Ran?"
It seems that both of them can't put down their phones.
"I just called you, but the line was always busy."
"I'm very busy." Cheng Ran smiled, and then said, "Jiang Hongshao."
"Um?"
"Happy Chinese New Year 1999."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then a response came, "Cheng Ran."
"Um."
"Happy Chinese New Year 1999."
Cheng Ran smiled, and he believed that Jiang Hongshao over there was also smiling.
It seems that there is always someone who can know what you are thinking and instantly get your point. Even if you become a psychopath in the eyes of others, he will go through fire and water to join you in the craziness without hesitation.
Jiang Hongshao asked, "It's very lively in Shanhai during the New Year, right?"
"Yeah, not bad. It's like this every year. How about you guys?" Cheng Ran heard that she should be at a party as well. The sounds of clinking glasses and laughter rang out in the slightly spacious space.
"As for us, it's fine. In fact, we can't get together every year, not even during the Chinese New Year."
"What's the matter?"
"Some are not here and can't make it back. Some have things to do. For example, my uncle and aunt are at the party right now."
Cheng Ran didn't react for a moment, then he looked at the TV and understood what Jiang Hongshao meant by "the scene".
After a moment, Cheng Ran said, "Excuse me, but what kind of heroes are your uncle and aunt?"
Tickets for the Spring Festival Gala are hard to come by. Most of the audience seats are occupied by people with connections, such as TV station employees, leaders' relatives, and business sponsors. The really important seats are at the rich tables in the front row, which are occupied by CCTV's key partners, or leaders from all walks of life, including science and technology, industry and agriculture, politics, and moral models.
Being in the audience is actually not easy at all. I'm sure everyone has watched the rehearsals for the evening parties they watch during the holidays several times. It's mainly for the audience effect on the camera, so the audience also has to rehearse and cooperate many times. Their hands become sore. It's physical work. On the contrary, those at the rich table are considered the truly invited "guests". Cheng Ran estimated that Jiang Hongshao's relatives were among them.
"No," Jiang Hongshao said, "Because the leader of the TV station knows my uncle, and my uncle has some academic achievements, so he was invited this year. My uncle and aunt went with the idea of not wasting the opportunity."
Cheng Ran laughed, "The rich and powerful are just different."
"You're talking nonsense again," Jiang Hongshao said, "But I envy you guys. Shanhai is very lively, right? It must be fun to celebrate the New Year with you guys there."
Cheng Ran thought that if Lao Jiang just said something like this to those people who were staring at her, she wondered how many people would volunteer.
Cheng Ran smiled, "No problem, come to my house next time to celebrate the New Year and experience it for yourself."
Under what circumstances would one bring a girl to one's home to celebrate the New Year? Cheng Ran was pretending to be stupid.
Jiang Hongshao smiled and said, "Okay, but your parents should not chase me away."
"I can't welcome you soon enough!"
"Hehe... When will you return to Rongcheng?"
"After the Chinese New Year, around the 7th or 8th. My dad can only stay until the 4th."
"Okay, see you in Rongcheng then."
"You'll be back then too?"
"Yeah, my mom and dad also have to start working. It's boring to stay here. It's better to go back. Cheng Ran, I invite you to my house for dinner."
A hint of joy flashed through Cheng Ran's heart.
"Isn't this what you called a surprise?"
"Surprised? Didn't you want to know where my home is? Why didn't you just go there directly this time?"
"I'm afraid it's the Hongmen Banquet." Cheng Ran felt happy, but also a little gloomy. After all, there was a mother, Jiang Hongshao, whom he had never met but who had always existed in the legends of the ancient times.
"Oh... I'm scared." Jiang Hongshao's voice came out in a hurried tone.
Cheng Ran laughed, "Would I be afraid?" He was afraid that his retreat would be looked down upon by Lao Jiang.
Jiang Hongshao smiled, "Don't worry... I'll be there for you when the time comes."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Ran felt inexplicably warmed.
Based on these words, even if it is a dangerous place, why not walk slowly and hum slowly to get in
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The gala on TV was singing "Song of the Seven Sons - Macau" and the phone rang again. Cheng Ran saw the incoming call and picked it up. A female voice came from the other end.
"Cheng Ran, in Shanhai?"
Qinxi hazel.
"You're back too?"
"I wanted to take my parents to Europe for the Spring Festival, but they insisted on staying at home. My dad is stubborn, so I had no choice but to come back."
"I thought you would be on this year's Spring Festival Gala?" Cheng Ran said with a smile.
Qin Xizhen is very popular in the Chinese music scene. So far, several of her songs are still ranked in the top ten of major radio station demand charts. Her popularity once made many people think that she would appear on this year's Spring Festival Gala, and she is still very popular among the public.
"I was invited, but I thought about what you said, to settle down and make music, and not forget the original intention, so I finally found an excuse to turn it down. And I think that going up may not be a good thing."
Cheng Ran nodded. At the moment, many people were eager to stand on that stage, which would indeed bring more popularity.
However, in Cheng Ran's opinion, increasing the exposure rate does not actually mean much to a singer, and what really matters is the work.
Looking back at those singers who have left behind classic songs, how many people will think about how many evening parties they have performed on, and how many variety shows and satellite TV channels they have appeared on, no matter how big those stages are, and how glorious and dazzling they are.
No matter how brilliant and glorious things are, they will eventually be forgotten in the long river of time and pass away like flowing water.
What you really remember are those songs that suddenly hit your heart at a certain moment or period, and brought you that mood.
It was just like Cheng Xiang and Li Yu were not watching the gala at this moment, but playing the English song "Yesterday Again" which was born in the 1970s in their room.
How happy were the times when I listened to my favorite songs in my childhood. I can't even remember when they disappeared, but when they reappeared like old friends, every shalala and every wowo melody was radiant, and every time they sang the part that made her sad, it made people cry. The happy times of the past have changed a lot now, but I still remember every word, every shing-a-ling they started to sing, which is so pleasant that it can melt the years.
Qin Xizhen said, "Since we are both in Shanhai, let's meet when we are free."
"good."
The two did not say when to meet, nor did they agree on a place.
Even if we are in the mountains and seas, the only greeting we get during the Spring Festival is a phone call.
It was as if the two people's current world and their lives seemed to have only a tiny intersection of mountains and seas, and even a greeting could not tell the time.
The song I played yesterday is still ringing in my ears.
But the days they once spent in this small town seemed impossible to reproduce.