The literary era since 1979

As soon as "Second Hand" was broadcast, it immediately gained the favor of many listeners, so much so that many people always requested this single.

As a result, Li Zhi's fame soared, further solidifying her title of "Zhang Guorong's junior sister", and began to attract more and more gossip media reports.

Be it agent Chen Shufen or Cinepoly, they would certainly not miss this good opportunity to strike while the iron is hot.

According to the agreement reached with the Hong Kong radio station, the first hit song "Evening Breeze Blowing in My Heart" was also widely played on the radio. A graceful love song, plus a powerful fast song, the mini album tailored for Li Zhi by Cinepoly immediately attracted the rush of fans.

Seeing that the listening rate of its own music channel was gradually narrowing the gap with Thunder 881 and 903 thanks to Li Zhi's "Second Hand" and "Evening Breeze Blowing in My Heart", Hong Kong Commercial Radio could no longer sit idly by and immediately invited Li Zhi to an exclusive interview about her new song.

At the same time, efforts were also stepped up to broadcast and recommend Li Zhi's first mini album on the 903 channel.

All of a sudden, Li Zhi's popularity soared along with the surge in album sales, and gradually there were signs that it was getting out of control.

The Hong Kong Joint Publishing Company, under the initiative and organization of Fang Yan, Dong Xiu Yu, Pan Yao Ming and others, also purchased a batch of Li Zhi's album tapes from Cinematheque. After all, given the bookstore's current financial situation, saving money is important, but what is more important is to increase revenue and expand the business.

"Iwako, your idea of ​​starting a music tape business is really great."

Pan Yaoming stood at the window on the second floor and looked down, and saw customers who wanted to buy Lizhi's tapes coming in and out of the bookstore one after another.

Dong Xiu Yu and others were also very excited. Not only had they sold most of the goods they had purchased, they also ordered another batch of tapes from Cinematheque. In addition, the tape business brought popularity and traffic to the Hong Kong Joint Publishing Company. Originally, some customers who were lining up came just for the tapes, but some of them bought on a whim, or bought one or two novels or comics after careful selection.

"Lizhi's tape is just the beginning."

Fang Yan said seriously, "After this busy period, we will clear out a space on the first floor for future tape business."

Seeing everyone nod in agreement, he then went on to talk about his next plan. After the tape business got off the ground, he would find ways to expand into the software field.

"But before that, let's make some space for your novel."

Pan Yaoming said: "Tonight is the day when Ghost Blows Out the Light will premiere. In a few days, booksellers and readers will rush to buy it."

"Yes, I have been listening to the preview of the Hong Kong Radio for several days. I can finally listen to the radio drama of "Ghost Blowing Out the Light" with my own ears."

"How about we finish setting up the booth for Ghost Blows Out the Light today and go home early so we can stay in front of the radio and listen to it on time?"

"That's it, let's get to work! Get to work!"

"........."

At this moment, the Joint Publishing Company in Hong Kong was bustling with activity. There was a long queue in front of the counter, and almost everyone had a copy of Li Zhi's tape.

The taxi driver did what he said and went to several record stores that he used to frequent. However, the tape had long been sold out and the store owners kept calling to urge for supply. Finally, near dusk, he bought the only remaining tape from the Joint Publishing Company in Hong Kong.

As soon as I opened the package, business started coming.

A white-collar man who was leaving get off work opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "Taxi driver, please drive to Tsim Sha Tsui..."

The taxi driver reminded him to fasten his seat belt, and then the service light on the sign immediately changed from "empty" to "busy".

The male white-collar worker tugged at his collar and asked the driver to turn on the car radio so he could listen to his favorite radio drama, "Wesley".

"I listen to Wesley every day, too. Is it time yet?"

The taxi driver smiled and said, "There's still about half an hour left. In my opinion, why don't we listen to the Hong Kong Radio first?" The male white-collar worker curled his lips and said, "What's good to listen to on the Hong Kong Radio at this time? It doesn't even play Li Zhi's songs."

"You may not know this. Some time ago, Hong Kong Radio has been announcing that a new radio drama will be launched at 6 o'clock tonight." The taxi driver introduced: "It is said to be similar to "Weisley", containing elements of fantasy, adventure, and feng shui."

"Then listen to it."

When the male white-collar worker thought that the "Wesley" radio drama would be broadcast in half an hour, he agreed with the mentality of giving it a try.

The taxi driver skillfully tuned to the arts channel of Hong Kong Radio and heard the host speaking fluent Cantonese:

"Now is the time for the novel series broadcast. Dear listeners, starting today, long-form radio dramas will be broadcast during this time."

"Ghost Blows Out the Light."

"Author: Tian Xia Ba Chang..."

"Tomb robbing is not like inviting people to dinner, writing an article, painting or embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, so leisurely, so refined, so gentle, courteous, frugal and modest. Tomb robbing is a skill, a skill of destruction..."

When they heard "Ghost Blows Out the Light", the taxi driver and the male office worker thought it was a supernatural horror story, but they never expected that after the opening chapter came out, they were surprised to find that it was a fantasy adventure novel about tomb robbing. This was the first time they had heard of such a story in their lives.

"My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua. The Hu family was a well-known landlord in the surrounding area. During their most glorious period, they bought more than 40 houses connected by three alleys in the city. During this period, some of them became officials and businessmen, and donated to the grain stations and canal transportation of the Qing Dynasty..."

The male white-collar worker found it very interesting. The more he listened, the more fascinated he became. He soon forgot about the "Wesley" radio drama.

The taxi driver was also deeply attracted by the plot, and subconsciously wanted to step on the accelerator and take the male white-collar worker to Tsim Sha Tsui as quickly as possible so that he could listen to "Ghost Blows Out the Light" quietly by himself. But suddenly he changed his mind and wanted to slow down and listen to the entire episode without missing a word.

Just when he was in a dilemma, the male office worker suddenly said, "Taxi driver, drive slower. Don't be in a hurry."

"what?"

This is the first time that a taxi driver has heard such a request in all his years of driving.

But I soon realized that the male white-collar worker was afraid of missing the story, so he wanted to finish listening to "Ghost Blows Out the Light" before getting off the bus.

As a result, a journey that should have taken less than 20 minutes took half an hour. When the host announced that the first episode of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" had come to an end and said, "To know what happens next, please listen to the next episode," the taxi slowly approached the destination proposed by the male white-collar worker.

There was silence in the car. The two people felt a slight chill on their backs and necks, still immersed in the aftertaste of "Ghost Blows Out the Light".

The evening breeze suddenly blew, and a cool feeling suddenly woke the two people up, and their bodies shivered involuntarily.

The male office worker subconsciously asked, "How much?"

The taxi driver looked at his watch and generously gave him a 10% discount. Then he collected the money and gave the change promptly and watched the passenger get off the car.

Although the male white-collar worker knew that he had paid a little more money and was going home later than usual, he rarely made a fuss about it.

After all, I just heard an incredible story, even better than "Wesley"!

I couldn't help but mutter, "Tianxia Bachang? I don't know who this person is. Ordinary newcomers don't have the skills and ability to handle this kind of subject matter and story. Could it be a new pen name of a famous writer? But how many people in Hong Kong have this level of talent?" (End of this chapter)