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Chapter 10: "Fairy Tale" is a big hit, did you write another novel? (Please save and read)

Squad leader Sun Chao saw that Tang Wen was smiling and not unhappy, so he spoke:

"Everyone wait a moment, I'll go get the guitar for Old Tang."

Zhang Yan winked at the boy and said, "I'll go call the students from the next department."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go and tell the acting department!"

The boys burst into laughter.

After some commotion, they waited for Sun Chao to get the guitar back.

Many freshman and sophomore students from the Department of Performance were attracted here.

"Dong Xuan, hurry up, I haven't heard the singer's live performance yet." A girl with short hair pulled Dong Xuan and ran to the next door.

Zhang Songwen and Zhou Yiwei were hiding in the corridor smoking when they suddenly heard someone shouting, "There's a singer from the director class next door, his name is Tang Wen, and he wants to sing for everyone."

"Hmm? Tang Wen." Zhang Songwen raised his head.

"Singer, is this true? Do you know him?"

"We know each other, let's go and join in the fun."

Zhou Yiwei said calmly, "The directing department actually produced a singer. Could it be that he just wrote a catchy song?"

This is a question in many people's minds.

"Haha, can a directing department produce singers? This year's directing department only has a junior college class, right?"

"I guess he just wrote a random song and called himself a singer."

"Haha, he's quite good at making things happen."

"Let's go and see how he steps down"

"..."

The classroom where Tang Wen's class was located was full of people.

The students in the class were not idle and set up a microphone in front of Tang Wen.

Tang Wen took the guitar, strummed it twice, looked around, ignored the looks, and said with a smile:

"This is my first time performing in such a grand occasion. If I get nervous and don't perform well, please give me another chance."

The students watching laughed softly.

Dong Xuan's beautiful eyes twinkled: This singer classmate has quite a nice demeanor.

The guitar sounds.

Everyone quieted down.

"forget how long it is
……

You cried and told me

things in fairy tale are lies
……

You have to believe
I believe we will be like in fairy tales

......"

Finished a song.

Tang Wen's clear singing touched almost everyone.

Everyone went from suspicion to surprise, admiration, and finally to deep envy.

As a top student at an art school, he has no shortage of appreciation skills.

After listening to it, I understand that it is hard to say whether it can become a big star.

But it can definitely be called a masterpiece.

It is enough to allow this plain-looking classmate to gain a foothold in the music world and even in the entertainment industry.

And what about them?

Even though you are a student of Beijing Film Academy, you may not be able to find opportunities in the circle after graduation!

"clap clap"

Zhang Songwen and Zhou Yiwei led the applause.

“Tang Wen sings well!”

Tang Wen joked, "It's a pity that I have only released this one song so far, otherwise I would definitely sing two more for you."

"Has your song been released?" someone in the crowd shouted.

Everyone was silent.

Tang Wen looked over but didn't see who it was.

At this time, Sun Chao came up with a bag in his hand: "This student has asked the right question."

As he said this, he opened his schoolbag and pulled out a bunch of tapes.

Zhang Yan also came over and said, "Tang Wen's single has been released. Since everyone is here today, we will give away 50 tapes for free as long as everyone is willing to help promote it!"

"Let Old Tang sign it for you!"

"You two are really something." Looking at the bag full of tapes, Tang Wen didn't know what to say.

Two coding foremen paid for themselves and came to the school to promote themselves.

The students took the free signed cassettes and dispersed.

Sun Chao whispered, "I'm sorry, Old Tang, this happened too suddenly.

We didn’t go back to the dormitory last night. We only found out that you had released a song when we returned to the studio this morning.

When I came to school, I wanted to discuss this with you first.

The person was not found, but the tape was discovered by a classmate.

Everyone started arguing and the place was closed.”

Tang Wen patted their shoulders and said, "It's no big deal. Next time you have a situation like this, remember to call a few more beauties."

Zhang Yan punched him and said with envy: "Next time you do something big, can you tell us in advance?"

"Hey, it's just one song. I was planning to talk about it after I surpassed the Four Heavenly Kings."

"Hahahaha"

"Four Heavenly Kings, you are such a good pretender!"

"..."

From that day on, Tang Wen went from being a small-time school follower to a little celebrity on campus.

It was the kind of thing that people would point fingers at when walking on the street. After a few days of fermentation, "Fairy Tale" also began to become popular.

Especially when the midnight music radio host told the fairy tale story in his hoarse voice.

Youth, love, the heroine has leukemia, fairy tale, tragedy...

Who can not be emo?

Which young person can resist the regretful beauty of "Fairy Tale"?

The song-requesting radio station was soon overwhelmed by students.

"I want to order a song called 'Fairy Tale' for Wang Xiaorong, Wang Xiaorong from No. 8 Middle School, and tell her that we will be admitted to the same university just like in the story!"

"Uh, classmate, the fairy tale just ended."

"Then play it again!"

"Okay, students, study hard."

After one song is over, the next student requests "Fairy Tale".

“I want to order “Fairy Tale””

"Hello, hello, the signal is bad, pick up the next friend."

The Taipower host cleverly skipped him.

"It's my turn, it's my turn, I want to order "Children"

"Drip drip"

The host hung up immediately.

"Fairy Tale" is nice to listen to, but I can't stand listening to it dozens of times a day.

What's more, after each request, the host will say a few words and comment on it.

After commenting on it a hundred times, he was already out of words to say and could only repeat the same old things over and over again.

The radio station was very popular, which directly boosted offline sales.

Zhang Ran of Jingwen Records was a little worried a few days ago whether the 5 cassettes would not sell well.

Unexpectedly, within less than 3 days after the product was released, various channels, large and small audio-visual and stationery stores called to request more goods.

"Add more recordings, add more recordings! Record another 5 tapes and 2 CDs!" Manager Zhang held up his cell phone, his face flushed with excitement.

Originally, I was recording songs for a client I had a relationship with, but who would have thought that it would turn into a best-selling album.

By the way, within 3 years, the company also enjoys 50% of the copyright.

Should we arrange some sideshow performances for Tang Wen?

Beijing Film Academy, get out of class dismissed.

Tang Wen received a call from Zhang Ran: "What? Xijiao Wumart Supermarket is opening, and they invited me to perform?"

He frowned and said, "What a joke! I make tens of thousands a day, what's the point of putting on such a show?"

How much money can the supermarket give?
Manager Zhang said, "Sing the fairy tale twice, once at the beginning and once again half an hour later. I'll give you 3!"

Tang Wen nodded immediately: "Brother Zhang, I can do it."

3, he can get half.

Including the round trip time, it’s only two hours.

Two hours and you can earn 15,000, why not do it?
The next morning.

Manager Zhang drove a Mazda to pick up Tang Wen.

The two went straight to Wumart Supermarket.

As a result, halfway through the journey, we encountered a traffic jam due to road construction.

Fortunately, they set out early and did not delay anything.

After getting off the car, Tang Wen glanced at the car logo and said to Manager Zhang, "Brother Zhang, give me more work, and you can get a Mercedes-Benz later."

"Okay, okay, I'll borrow your light, Brother Tang!"

Zhang Ran pulled up his belt and led the way into the supermarket.

More than half an hour later, the opening ceremony was still going on. After Tang Wen finished singing, he was the first to leave with 15,000 yuan in cash.

In the driver's seat, Zhang Ran couldn't help but take a few more glances and said enviously, "You singers still make money quickly."

Just thinking about himself, his salary, subsidies, bonuses and gray income all added up, it’s more than 10,000 yuan a month.

Much stronger than ordinary people.

But compared with Tang Wen, he is far behind.

Tang Wen's heart moved, and he said, "Brother Zhang, I still need an agent. Would you like to take on a part-time job?"

"This is not appropriate, not appropriate. Xiao Tang, you are cooperating with the company now, I will contact you when there is work." Although Zhang Ran was tempted, he was afraid that Tang Wenhong would not last long.

Tang Wen didn't force him. When he got off the car, he threw 1000 yuan to him: "Gas money. Brother Zhang, think of me when you have work."

"Hey! You, this won't do, brother." Zhang Ran stuck his head out of the car window and shouted at Tang Wen.

Tang Wen waved his hand and left without looking back.

"This little Tang."

Zhang Ran held the bills that were more than the company's commission, thought for a while, took out his cell phone and started to make a call:

"Boss Lin, eh, yes, I'm Zhang Ran from Jingwen Records. I have a singer here named Tang Wen, who's very popular recently..."

Zhang Ran hasn't worked for nothing over the years.

After making a few phone calls, Tang Wen received more commercial performances.

I was busy performing non-stop for several days and had no time to take care of my classes. I was busy until the early hours of Sunday morning before I could take a break.

After counting the money, I found with tears in my eyes that I had earned 11 yuan.

Imperial City Airport.

Zhang Ran drove the company's Audi to pick up Tang Wen with dark circles under his eyes.

Before getting off the car, Tang Wen seemed to remember something and handed him a document.

"This is?"

"I wrote a novel, and an editor from a publishing house wanted to talk to me about publishing it. I've entrusted it to you, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Ran opened his mouth wide, and all his sleepiness disappeared instantly. He was as awake as if he had been poured with iced coffee, and asked in a high-pitched voice: "You also wrote a novel? And a publishing house came to you?"

(End of this chapter)