1980 My Entertainment Era

Chapter 82 This is my royalties
"It's broken, it's really broken~" Xia Tian scratched the back of his head.

Things were not going well for Ms. Song - she was very decisive, but unfortunately the talented models she found shook their heads like rattles when they heard they had to go on stage.

And Xia Tian was also faced with a choice: survival or destruction, oh no!

Is it to fulfill his boast and fight with the other party?

Just pretend to enjoy the scenery and pretend that this never happened.

Although Ms. Song is also very worried, she may not care about the bold words made by the big boy last year.

But can Xia Tian accept it?

"Oh~" Xia Tian stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking out.

Because it is on the fourth floor, all you can see under the azure blue sky are low-rise bungalows and tiled houses.

This is Yanjing of this era!
Plain and boring~
This fashion show is also a spring breeze, blowing across the land and changing its appearance.

Xia Tian fell into deep thought, while Milan Dachun and the others were waiting on the side.

Xiaodong stared at Xia Tian, ​​waiting for him to make a decision.

Glasses is flipping through a physics book.

Dachun is looking at the photos he took and feels very proud of himself.
Milan, on the other hand, was secretly delighted.

Although it's not nice to say this, she really wants to see Xia Tian get humiliated~
It's really lacking in the spirit of the mundane to always look down on the world like this. It would be nice if I could take a small hit.

I can also comfort him as a big sister~
My goodness, thinking of this, she couldn't hold back the smile on her face.

He quickly turned his head and pretended to admire an oil painting.

Xia Tian made up his mind, clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, let's compete with them, winning or losing doesn't matter. Just do your best, anyway I have nothing to do..."

After that, tasks began to be assigned in the summer.

Xiaodong went to stare at Ms. Song Huaijia. He looked listless, but he was the most thoughtful and reliable person, making him the most suitable person for obtaining intelligence.

Dachun left the glasses to run errands while Milan went to inform her best friend Yu Beibei.

With Yu Beibei's nosy personality, once she knew about it, everyone in her circle of friends would know about it.

"With our abilities, we can't fight those foreigners, so we have to unite all the forces we can!" Xia Tian said firmly.

Dachun put down the photo in his hand, looking surprised: "Ah? We are also here?!"

Glasses nodded: "That's right, I'm a science student, how can I understand clothes!"

Zhuo! You two go to hell!

Anyone who deserts the battlefield shall be beheaded!

……

If you want to hold a "fashion exhibition" and compete with Pierre Cardin, you have to make it bigger.

Get everyone you know to contribute!
Even if I can really design clothes, what about the work of fabric, cutting, sewing, and display?

It's very troublesome on Ms. Song Huaijia's side, but at most it's just about official applications and finding training models.

I'm afraid every link needs to be resolved in summer!
So, there is strength in numbers. We need more people to get involved. Mobilize the power of the group!
What's more, when Xia Tian expressed those lofty ambitions, what he had in mind was to let them see China's current "spiritual outlook", not to compete with them in fashion.

Invite all your friends to join you, even if they can't help in other aspects, it can still help to build up momentum.

Growing momentum is also useful, and it can even be said to be the greatest use...

Find Feng Yiku, who later became an artist for a TV station. He must have some talent in art and design. Ask him to help.

It's a pity that Fang Yan and others have already joined the army and left. Otherwise, they could have provided more help.

Xia Tian said to Da Chun: "Spread this around and let your friends know. Anyone who wants to participate can come. We'll get together the day after tomorrow to discuss it..."

The next day, good news came.

Xia Tian’s royalties from “The Immortal Corpse Transmigration” are back!
After several months, I finally returned to China.

In the summer, I got a certificate from a nearby uncle named Hat, and then went to the Foreign Exchange Bureau twice and a bank, and finally converted US Dao Le's royalties into RMB, which turned into numbers on the passbook.

This money is well-earned. I don't have to worry as I have money in hand.

More than twelve thousand!

At that time, Xia Tian was at the State Administration of Foreign Exchange, and the staff all looked at him with special eyes.

I can’t believe that this young man actually wrote articles abroad and received more than 10,000 yuan in royalties!
Apart from the officials, only Xia's father and Milan knew about this matter.

Xia's mother didn't let him know - Xia Tian was afraid that she would save the money for him to marry a wife~
Xia Tian spoke frankly with his father about the "fashion exhibition" last night.

From secretly watching and then "talking big" to now that the other person has really come and I am planning to have a confrontation with him, I have said it all.

Dad Xia is very open-minded, although he thinks this is not very reliable. With Xia Tian and his group of kids, there is no way they can hold a fashion show, let alone compete with foreigners.

But he did not stop it, instead he gave some encouragement.

After all, even if this kind of thing fails, it is still a rare experience.

The next day, when Xia Tian received his royalties, he went to see Xia's father first.

"Dad, this is my royalties." Xia Tian handed over the passbook.

Father Xia took the passbook wrapped in brown paper and was a little stunned. Although Xia Tian's monthly ten yuan in royalties is indeed a lot, it's not necessary to open a passbook, right?

You didn't save anything, didn't you spend it all? He took it and opened it, huh?

He wiped his eyes and found that the digits were wrong. He looked again and said, "The bank staff wrote it wrong?! This won't do. I will take you to get it corrected tomorrow! This is a big deal!"

When Dad Xia saw the number on the passbook, he thought it was written wrong.

However, the capital letter below cannot be written wrong!
He reacted and looked at Xia Tian in confusion and surprise.

"Dad, that's right. It's twelve thousand." Xia Tian said.

"This story starts with Old Pailou..." Xia Tian talked about his experience of writing in English and submitting his articles overseas.

Dad Xia was a little overwhelmed. He knew that Xia Tian had been writing English for a while, and had been writing long articles for several days.

But he himself was not very good at English and didn't care.

How, how come it's such a big deal?!

"This, this won't be a mistake, right?" The first thing that Xia's father thought of was whether he would make a mistake.

Xia Tian shook his head. "I asked everything clearly, from the public security bureau to the State Administration of Foreign Exchange, and they all said there was no problem. The officials from the State Administration of Foreign Exchange even praised me, saying that I earned foreign exchange for the country."

That’s right, this foreign exchange of more than 8,000 US dollars even alarmed the leaders of the bureau.

After all, I have never encountered anyone who could earn foreign exchange by writing articles.

"This... do you have any plans?" asked Xia's father.

He also forced himself to calm down. After all, this number was somewhat beyond his normal imagination and he felt a little numb.

Did my son really make over 10,000 yuan by writing articles?!
More than 10,000! It’s a bit unreal.

This was in the 80s, and the title of "ten thousand yuan household" would not appear for several more years.

"Dad, didn't I tell you that I wanted to hold a fashion show to compete with Pierre Cardin?"

"You need this money..."

Xia Tian interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Dad, I'm not stupid! Why would I fight with foreigners with my own money?"

"Besides, if we really use money, wouldn't that be the same as the other party? That's not what I want."

Xia Tian felt that with this money in hand, he could be more flexible in maneuvering.

The emperor has plenty of hungry soldiers!

It would be too unreasonable if a group of friends were busy helping each other while I didn't even prepare a bottle of Arctic Ocean or a popsicle.

As for the fashion show, it will naturally fall on the shoulders of “everyone”!

"Dad, what I want to hold is a working people's clothing exhibition! I want everyone to see that there are not only colorful and beautiful clothes out there, but also beautiful and practical clothes that we working people are accustomed to in production and life!"

"A clothing exhibition for the working people?" Xia's father's eyes lit up. He was in the publicity business, and he understood the power of this sentence.

So, you wanted to do this!

Father Xia looked at Xia Tian and smiled: "Well done, son. Never forget the working people."

……

On the third day, all the friends came.

Dachun and the others, Milan, Yu Beibei, Ma Xiaojun, Feng Kuzi, Liu Huiyuan, Qiao Qiao...

Li Bailing also came. She started working this year and became a nurse in a military hospital.

Liu Yiku's group also came, but Liu Yiku himself was going to join the army in November.

We are all of age now, no matter what happened in the past, we will be separated in the future.

Many other friends also came, including friends from the alley and some friends from the compound.

For example, those who had known each other for a long time, such as Zhao Hongqi, Liu Changzheng and others...they could form seven or eight large compounds!

There were also people from the Children's Palace, as well as many alumni from recent years, and some children of Shougang.

About forty or fifty people.

Xia Tian stood up and looked at the many friends who were sitting or standing around him. He said in a deep voice: "Friends, you came here today, you should know what's going on."

"I was so angry at first that I made such a bold statement. We secretly watched their fashion show at that time. It was indeed bold and the clothes were beautiful. But I didn't accept it!"

"It's definitely not that we lack aesthetics, nor that we can't make nice clothes. It's just that we don't pursue those things."

"We have our own spiritual outlook and spiritual pursuits. I believe that the people's will is right!"

"So, I didn't give in. I wanted to show off our working people's clothing! Beautiful and practical clothing!"

"I want to compete with them! I can't let them control the right to interpret beauty!"

Xia Tian's impassioned voice is as crisp as the collision of metal, with a lingering sound and a momentum that is convincing.

If he becomes a success lecturer, he will definitely sweep the industry ~ Applause!

Xia Tian’s words made the friends’ blood boil!
Why are you all getting together on such a hot day? It's to mess with you in the summer!
Not to mention that you sound so righteous - we are doing serious business!
Let’s hold a clothing exhibition for the working people!

It is to compete with foreigners for the right to interpret beauty!

The guy with Feng's pants rubbed stood up and raised his fist: "Fight! Fight them~~ (broken voice~)"

(End of this chapter)