Huayu: Starting from Fahrenheit

Chapter 25: Practicing boxing, buying the song copyright record company

"When you lose your will, you can't help but complain. When you are down and out, you can't help but feel scared. When you lose hope, you get drunk every day..."

The classic Minnan song "Only by Working Hard Can You Win" could be heard from far away, and Wu Zhuo slowly woke up to the sound of the song.

"Kevin, what era is this? You're still listening to such old-fashioned songs. My grandma is more fashionable than you..."

Rubbing his aching head, Wu Zhuo threw off the quilt and climbed up. He was stunned when he saw the layout of the room, and then he realized that this was not Komi's dormitory, but his home.

He pulled aside the curtains and opened the window. Bright sunlight shone into the room. Wu Zhuo subconsciously closed his eyes and then opened them again.

The weather today is really nice. Looking up, there are no clouds in the sky.

The street not far from Wu Zhuo's house was crowded with cars.

Groups of primary and secondary school students whizzed past on their bicycles.

It seems that Dachunzi from the neighbor Grandma Si's family and Xiaobao from Uncle Liu's family had a fight over a figurine.

The burly Dachunzi rode on Xiaobao and kept greeting him.

Xiaobao fought back while screaming.

The two parents discovered the two little kids fighting and started arguing with each other.

Fourth Grandma was merciless in her words and invited all of Uncle Liu's eight generations of ancestors to come out.

He lay by the window and watched the excitement for a long time, until the two families took their children home and the sound of children crying was heard again. Wu Zhuo then walked into the bathroom with a reluctant look to run the water, wash his face and brush his teeth.

"Grandma, where is the boxing stand I put in the room? Where did you put it? I can't find it."

I have recovered a lot of my health recently, but I haven't exercised for a long time, so I have gained a lot of weight and have some fat on my belly.

Wu Zhuo wanted to pick up the boxing he had learned before.

I don't expect to beat ten people in a fight, I just want to exercise.

After searching for the boxing stance that his original body used for practicing boxing but couldn't find it, Wu Chao could only go downstairs to ask his grandma.

"I put it in the utility room in the backyard. You can find it yourself."

Grandma was picking vegetables with a tape recorder next to her.

This tape recorder is amazing. Wu Zhuo has had it at home since he can remember.

It broke down several times during its construction and had to be repaired again and again. It is older than Wu Zhuo.

"Your TV series has finished filming. When can I watch it?"

Grandma asked.

She was very curious about the drama that Ah Sun was filming.

“It’s still early, we’ve just finished filming, and it won’t go on TV until the post-production is done.

It seems to be the 28th, channel .

Forget it, it won’t be broadcast until 10 pm.”

Wu Zhuo explained as he pushed the door and walked into the backyard.

Wu Zhuo's home is in the suburbs of Taipei, which is similar to a small town. There is a small backyard behind his two-story building, where his grandmother usually grows fruits and vegetables.

There is also a bathroom in the yard for guests' convenience, as well as two rarely used rooms and a utility room.

I opened the door of the utility room. Although there were a lot of things inside, they were well organized. Grandma must have come in often.

Wu Zhuo glanced around and saw what he was looking for at a glance, a somewhat worn red leather tumbler.

There was a poster of Ultraman Tiga on it, but his face couldn’t be seen clearly because he was beaten so badly.

The reason why the original body learned boxing was very funny.

From 98 to 99, Ultraman Tiga was broadcast in Taiwan and became a favorite of children, with everyone vying to be Ultraman Tiga.

But the original body had no parents and was very thin at that time. When he played with other children, he was always assigned the identity of a monster and was beaten by the adult friend who played the role of Tiga.

After being beaten so many times, he no longer likes Tiga.

When I started learning boxing, I put Tiga's poster on the boxing ring.

Wu Chao didn't move his boxing stance for the time being, but looked through some other things, all of which were old items, including an old television, an antenna, a record player that was probably broken, and a bunch of old tapes.

These tapes were neatly stacked together, with the ones on top being Teresa Teng and Han Baoyi, the ones my grandma often listened to...

After looking through a few pictures, Wu Zhuo lost interest and carried the boxing stand back to his room.

bang bang bang...

Putting on boxing gloves, Wu Zhuo followed the method he had learned from his original body and went straight to the boxing rack. Half an hour later, he threw off the boxing gloves and lay on the floor with a sweaty face.

I haven't exercised for a long time and my body is weak.

"A little closer"

"Let me hold your hand"

"Be a little braver"

"I'll go with you"

The phone next to him rang. Wu Zhuo picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. The call was hung up!
Since last month, people from record companies have been calling him regarding the songs he registered with the Music Copyright Association.

At first, he would listen carefully to what the other party said.

But the guys at these record companies are all so self-important that they always say, "Sell your songs to our company! NT$30,000 per song."

Thirty thousand Taiwan dollars for one song is just like paying for beggars.

The copyright of a song that will be worth tens of millions of RMB a year in the future, but he wants to take it away by paying him only 30,000 Taiwan dollars. This is like treating a beggar badly.

After hearing the same thing from people from several record companies, he simply ignored any unfamiliar phone calls.

"Still fighting?" Just after hanging up, the other party called again.

Wu Zhuo ignored him and hung up again.

This time, the other party obviously sensed his determination and did not call again.

……

After taking a shower to remove the smelly sweat on his body, Wu Zhuo went downstairs to eat at the call of his grandma.

"A little closer"

"Let me hold your hand"

"Be a little braver"

"I'll go with you"

As soon as I sat down at the dinner table, the phone rang again.

Wu Chao thought it was the record company that bought the song again, but he didn't expect it was Huang Zekai.

"Brother Zekai! Is there something wrong?"

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Sister Huiying called you several times, why did you hang up every time?
Sister Huiying asked me to ask you, do you have any problem with her?"

"Uh..." Wu Zhuo was stunned, "Were those two calls just now made by Sister Huiying?"

"You do not know?"

"I don't know! I thought it was a scam call." Wu Zhuo looked embarrassed, "I'll get back to her and apologize to her later."

He seemed to have forgotten to save Chen Huiying's phone number.

Huang Zekai had been the one informing him of company matters recently, and Chen Huiying had hardly ever called him, which made him subconsciously ignore Chen Huiying.

"Don't hang up yet. Let me ask you something. Have you registered the song with the Music Copyright Association?"

Huang Zekai was a little anxious.

"Yeah! Wasn't that why I asked you to register the song before?"

Wu Zhuo was not worried about others knowing that he had registered the song.

It doesn’t matter if you know this. The copyright is yours anyway, and no one can take it away.

Plagiarism is another matter.

This is also the reason why Wu Zhuo only copies songs that are about to be released in the next few years.

Except that the songs in recent years are better.

Another reason is that if you copy too many registrations, it is easy for others to copy you.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Has a record company contacted you?"

"Yes!" Wu Zhuo nodded, then frowned, "Are you trying to buy the copyrights of my songs for some record company?

I won’t sell it. If I wanted to sell it, I would have sold it long ago.”

(End of this chapter)