Exciting 1979!

Chapter 323: A Thank You and Invitation from Princess Diana (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Wei Ming was overjoyed that he would be returning to Hong Kong so soon.

However, what Liao Gong said makes sense. Communication is inconvenient now, and it takes too much time for messages to be sent back and forth. Moreover, it is impossible to accurately grasp the thoughts of those Hong Kong singers.

So Wei Ming agreed and prepared to go to Hong Kong a second time.

Of course, Liao Gong will also send a letter to our forces in Hong Kong to cooperate in organizing it. It's like Wei Ming is going there with an imperial edict, and everyone will do their best to cooperate with him. Liao Gong hopes to hold this charity concert in August.

Wei Ming said, "Before I went there, I wanted to ask Guangzhou Pacific Audio-Visual Company for a favor. I wrote a song for the disaster area, and I will have Hong Kong singers sing it together. We can't be idle either. I hope Pacific Company can invite well-known singers from across the country to sing together to cheer for Sichuan, and then donate the profits from the tapes to the disaster area in Sichuan."

Given the current thirst for good music in mainland China, and considering its special significance, this song should easily sell millions of copies, with profits potentially reaching tens of millions.

This is equivalent to using the money of some of the people who have become rich in China to help tens of millions of disaster victims.

"Oh, what song is it? Did you bring it?"

Wei Ming pulled out the lyrics: "I'll sing it to you directly."

Wei Ming wasn't confident about other songs, but he had sung this one countless times, and even if he couldn't sing, he could sing it pretty well.

Of course, singing the whole thing was quite a challenge, as there were a few high notes. Wei Ming sang a section, and as Liao Gong looked at the lyrics and listened to Wei Ming's sincere, youthful voice, he couldn't help but applaud.

"Great song, great song! I'll have someone contact Pacific Company right away, hoping this song can be released as soon as possible to give everyone a boost." He glanced at his secretary, who immediately went out to make the call.

That's how it's been decided. This will be a patriotic charity event initiated by the people and supported by the government, uniting everyone around Comrade Wei Ming.

Wei Ming is leaving the day after tomorrow. Since he doesn't know when he will be back, he told his parents about it after he got home and then locked himself in his study.

First, write out the first story of the new fairy tale you promised Aunt Xiaoyan, and hand it to her along with the episode of "Black Cat Detective" where One-Ear was arrested.

At Uncle Ping'an's house, Wei Ping'an learned that his nephew had spoken directly with Liao Gong and received Liao Gong's praise and support. His face lit up with excitement. This nephew of his was just too amazing.

He should be the president of Peking University, and I can just be a regent.

Wei Ming then made a long-distance call to Melinda, telling her to contact Wei Lingling directly if she wanted to reach him, as they had a common contact.

"You're going to Hong Kong again? Who's in Hong Kong anyway?"

"There are Hong Kong singers who are eyeing me," Wei Ming joked with Melinda, then asked her, "Have those two songs come to fruition?"

Melinda: "Not yet, we're still waiting for news."

During this time, Webber recorded these two songs and sent them to the royal family. One was sung by Sarah Brightman, and the other was sung by Phil Collins, the lead singer of Genesis.

The father of Snow White is 31 years old. He and his rock band Genesis are moving towards the mainstream. Their band also does operas, rock operas, which is how they met Webber and got this opportunity.

After explaining the situation in Britain, Wei Ming then revealed his true purpose for going to Hong Kong.

"Oh, darling, you shine so brightly in my heart!" Melinda exclaimed sincerely, then asked, "Should we have Sarah come over and help you out?"

Although Brightman was a newcomer, she became famous overnight and is now a prestigious international singer.

"Oh, is this appropriate? Is 'Cats' still running?"

"But she has very few scenes and there's an understudy. If her singing can be heard at the prince's wedding this time, I think she will be very grateful to you."

Wei Ming said, "Let's talk about it after the wedding." So many people want to be seen at this wedding; I don't know if I'll be chosen.

That evening, Wei Ming arrived at Tuanjiehu in a low-key manner, but left at eight o'clock, citing that he had not yet packed his luggage.

Satisfied, Zhu Lin slumped to his feet and immediately dialed the phone number for the courtyard house. The call connected.

Gong Xue: "Hello?"

Zhu Lin: "Me."

“Oh,” Gong Xue said, wearing a light nightgown she had bought in Hong Kong, “how did you know I was here?”

Zhu Lin snorted, "That bastard just left me. I bet he went to find you. He probably made plans with you too."

Gong Xue was a little embarrassed. She asked, "Did he take a bath at your place?"

"No, it just carried my scent with it." Zhu Lin was both angry and amused. If it weren't for the fact that he had been working hard for the disaster area, she definitely wouldn't have tolerated him.

Gong Xue: "Then I'll go prepare some hot water for him so he can take a shower."

"Oh, Xiaoxue, you're really virtuous."

Gong Xue hummed along, "I'm not virtuous, I'm disgusted."

Zhu Lin laughed and said, "You're still complaining about me?"

"Fine, I'll just say I dislike him."

Zhu Lin: "Then just don't open the door for him."

Gong Xue glanced outside: "If we don't open the door, he'll climb over the wall."

Zhu Lin laughed out loud: "That's like something he would do."

The two chatted on the phone for a long time until the dog outside started barking. Gong Xue said, "It must be here. I'm hanging up now."

“Hey, wait a minute,” Zhu Lin said after a moment of hesitation, “Why don’t you just not hang up? Let me listen.”

"Beep beep..."

Gong Xue hung up the phone without hesitation. Her face was red, and she regretted hanging up so quickly. She should have called her a "shameless old woman".

Wei Ming came in and hugged Sister Xue as soon as they met, saying, "I have to leave again."

Just like in Tuanjiehu, Wei Ming explained the purpose of his trip to Hong Kong. Gong Xue raised both hands in support: "This is a great act of kindness. I am proud of you. You will definitely do your best when you get there."

At this moment, Gong Xue's awkwardness about sharing a boyfriend with someone else disappeared. Xiao Wei was a very kind and virtuous person, and his minor flaw of being a womanizer seemed to be less important.

He should blame himself for not being good enough to overwhelm Sister Lin, leaving him indecisive between the two women.

"Don't worry, I've already got everything under control." Wei Ming was already confident of success, and Sister Xue was so cute.

"Xiao Wei, do you want to take a shower first?"

Wei Ming angrily replied, "It's too late."

Gong Xue kept thinking about Zhu Lin's words—"not washed." Although she felt repulsed, the feeling was strange; her body didn't seem to be so repulsed, on the contrary...

~
The next day, there was a knock on the gate of the courtyard house. Wei Ming said to the pretty older sister in his arms, "I'm going to serve the country and the people."

The older sister struggled to her feet: "I'll take you."

Wei Ming pressed her down again: "Biaozi and the others came to see me off."

He left his luggage here before going to Tuanjiehu yesterday, so he could just grab his bag and go.

"I won't invite you in. Let's go, let's go."

Wei Ming had Xiao Mei carry the luggage, while Biao Zi drove him on the motorcycle, and the two motorcycles headed straight for the airport.

Biaozi complained, "If I had known you were going to do something so important, I would have gone with you and been your bodyguard."

Xiao Mei said, "This kind of thing doesn't require bodyguards, it requires an accountant. Besides, you've already been to Hong Kong, it's my turn now."

Wei Ming smiled and said, "If it's a private matter, it's fine to bring you along, but this is official business. The government will arrange the travel and accommodation, so it would be inappropriate to bring you along."

Upon arrival, Wei Ming was received directly by Xinhua News Agency in Hong Kong, and vehicles were at his disposal.

The two brothers lamented that Ming was too outstanding, and the gap between them was widening.

This time, Wei Ming flew directly to Hong Kong and did not need to transit in Guangzhou.

Liao Mingzu, the general manager of Guangzhou Pacific, was hoping that Teacher Wei Ming could personally come to the company to guide the work.

He was both nervous and excited when he received the news. He was nervous because it was a task assigned by a high-ranking leader, a task that he had to complete and complete well.

What's exciting is that there's an opportunity to openly and legitimately bring together the nation's best singers to perform a song together.

Upon seeing Wei Ming's new work, he became even more excited. The lyrics, imagery, and melody were perfectly suited for this occasion.

He quickly made a list, starting with Gu Jianfen. He wasn't asking her to sing, but rather to be the producer. She understood music and Wei Ming, so with her there, she shouldn't have to go on a business trip.

Moreover, she is currently in Guangzhou, where she has just finished recording "Mother in the Candlelight," in which she also participated. Liao Mingzu has already called to invite her over.

Coincidentally, the avant-garde female singer from the dance troupe who sang "Candlelight" is still around, so she can be counted as one of them.

We definitely can't forget Li Guyi and Zhu Fengbo, and who else? Jiang Dawei, Wang Jieshi, Xie Lisi...

Liao Mingzu was thinking about the list when Gu Jianfen arrived, and her first words were that she wanted that song.

After reading it, Teacher Gu nodded repeatedly: "Xiao Wei has made rapid progress. The lyrics, music, artistic conception and meaning are all top-notch. He is no longer the Xiao Wei of the past. President Liao, I have an idea."

"Teacher Gu, please speak."

"I think the first line can be sung in a child's voice."

Liao Mingzu laughed and said, "You mean Lele, right?"

"That's right, she's more than capable of singing the opening lines."

Liao Mingzu: "I can consider it. Could you help me think of someone else I could invite?"

Gu Jianfen: "This song is for raising money to donate to the disaster area, so we have to find influential people. Even if each person sings one line, we need more than 20 people, which is really not enough."

"Of course I'm not going to tell you."

Gu Jianfen thought for a moment and said, "Hey, what do you think about inviting a few non-professional singers?"

"A non-professional singer?"

"Those few of today's most popular actors, like Tang Guoqiang and Zhang Yu, they only have one line, or even half a line, of theirs."

Liao Mingzu paced back and forth, seemingly thinking it might actually work. Since it was for charity, bringing in filmmakers would essentially amplify the influence!
"Okay, let's do it!"

~
Beijing Film Studio.

Gong Xue was called to the actors' troupe. Seeing Chen Qiang's villainous face, Gong Xue was in a good mood, thinking that she was going to get a role.

result……

"What, you want me to go sing?"

“It’s not just you, it’s Liu Xiaoqing too. This is a mission. We’re singing for the disaster-stricken people in Sichuan.”

Upon hearing this, Gong Xue replied without hesitation, "I'll go."

Liu Xiaoqing couldn't say a word; she was from Chongqing and now she was from Sichuan.

With the goal of finding the most popular actors, Gong Xue, Liu Xiaoqing, and Zhu Lin quickly boarded a train to Guangzhou.

Liu Xiaoqing glanced at Gong Xue and Zhu Lin, who were pretending not to know each other, and thought to herself, "This is really exciting." Always eager for drama, she added fuel to the fire: "Did you know that the song we're going to sing this time was written by Wei Ming, and all the best singers and actors from across the country are going to sing it?"

Zhu Lin: "I knew it all along."

Gong Xue: "I can even sing a couple of lines."

Zhu Lin: "Then sing it."

Gong Xue: "I won't sing, it's a secret."

The smell of gunpowder was already in the air! Liu Xiaoqing, sitting in the middle, was extremely excited. If a fight broke out, should he help Gong Xue or remain neutral?
~
In Hong Kong, Wei Ming was picked up after landing.

"Teacher Wei, it's an honor to meet you. My name is Song Duanwu, and I work at Xinhua News Agency. You can call me Xiao Song."

"Teacher Song." Wei Ming recognized the Shandong accent on the other end. The simple address of "Teacher Song" made Song Duanwu feel like he was on top of the world. It felt so good! How could July weather be so wonderful!

Next, Teacher Song provided excellent service to Wei Ming, first taking him to a hotel. Although it wasn't a five-star luxury hotel, the accommodations were quite good, so he no longer needed to sleep at his aunt's place.

He then left the company car for Wei Ming to use. He originally wanted to be Wei Ming's driver, but Wei Ming said that he could drive himself and needed the car anytime, so he didn't want to trouble others.

The main reason is that he has too many secrets, and it's not appropriate for him to be with unfamiliar people.

After checking in, Wei Ming first called his aunt and told her to call the number here if Melinda was looking for him.

"What's wrong with you? You're so happy you don't want to leave?"

"I've come here this time truly for matters concerning Shu."

After a short rest, Wei Ming drove the Mazda to find Amin; thankfully, there was no traffic jam.

He wanted to contact Tan Yonglin and the others through Amin to see how far things had progressed.

When they arrived, Wei Ming went upstairs to find Lao Gui. Now Liu Bin was renting a room and living with his wife, son, and future daughter-in-law, while Lao Gui was a lonely old man again.

"Why are you back again, kid?!" Old Ghost was surprised to see his grandson. He glanced down the corridor but didn't see Gou Sheng and Gou Dan.

After entering the room, Wei Ming said, "I've come here on a mission."

"What mission?"

Wei Ming: "Charity Concert".

He explained why he had come to Hong Kong again, and the old man listened with excitement. He shook his grandson's hand and said, "Good job! You've done a great job, kid!"

"So how much do you estimate you can raise?" Old Ghost asked again.

Wei Ming: "That depends on the scale of the concert, the ticket price, and whether there are any very wealthy people attending."

An ordinary viewer's ticket costs only a small amount of money. If we could mobilize wealthy people to donate, one person could be worth tens of thousands of viewers. Wei Ming felt that this aspect needed to be explored.

Old Ghost analyzed for him: "I've been to Lee Theatre. It can hold a thousand audience members. Good seats cost 300, and bad seats cost 100."

"That's only about 200,000 Hong Kong dollars," Wei Ming shook his head. "This small audience won't do. We need a big venue, a big spectacle."

This old ghost is unprofessional; we need to find a professional. Wei Ming said, "Could you call Amin over for me? She's been handling all the communication for me on this matter."

Old Ghost's expression was subtle, his lips pressed down; these two are developing quite quickly.

"Amin, come here for a second!" Old Ghost opened the window and shouted to the opposite side. Soon, a little girl in shorts walked over from the building across the street. She looked youthful and energetic, and was holding a cassette tape in her hand.

“Uncle Gui, my song is finished recording. This cassette tape is for you…” Zhou Huimin called out as she pushed open the door. This wasn’t something she recorded for fun; it was a proper product from a recording studio, though not on a large scale.

Before she could finish speaking, Amin froze on the spot.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Then you can give me a box too."

Zhou Huimin immediately laughed out loud: "Ah Ming, I, I'll go back and get it for you, there's still some at home."

Wei Ming followed her out, but they didn't go back to her house. The two walked out of the village.

"Beijing attaches great importance to this charity concert, so they asked me to personally supervise it. Thinking about it, the responsibility on my shoulders is really heavy," Wei Ming said as he walked.

Amin said with concern, "You've worked so hard. You owe so many songs, and they all need to be tailor-made for you. When will you finish writing them?"

Wei Ming asked, "Who is willing to participate now?"

"Alan's friend Brother B, as well as Danny Chan and Leslie Cheung, are all willing. They have a strong appeal among young people. Oh, and Brother Zhang Mingmin also got Zhang Yaorong, the owner of Haicheng Nightclub, to help organize and plan the concerts for free."

Wei Ming: "Great! I was just worried about the venue. I'll go see him tomorrow."

“I’ll go with you,” Amin said hurriedly. “Anyway, we have nothing to do during summer vacation, so it’s my way of contributing.”

"it is good."

After walking around, Wei Ming took Amin back. When they parted, she gave Wei Ming the cassette tape, saying, "It even has my autograph on it."

Wei Ming noticed that the signature was in both Chinese and English.

Once in the car, Wei Ming started playing the song on repeat. He was more familiar with Lin Zhimei's version, but Amin's version had a more girlish feel and sounded sweeter; it could be used as a milk tea commercial jingle.

The next day, Wei Ming drove to find Amin early in the morning, but while he was waiting, someone knocked on his car window.

He saw Old Ghost, but Old Ghost was standing far away. The person knocking on the window was a middle-aged woman who looked about the same age as Old Ghost.

"Ah, Auntie, I'm A-Ming."

With the car window rolled down, Amin's "First Love" was still playing in the car.

Zhou's mother saw this guy yesterday and interrogated her daughter. She was left speechless by his charitable and righteous words and could only let her daughter become Wei Ming's follower.

Mrs. Zhou said, "Amin is eating breakfast. Would you like to come up and have some?"

Wei Ming got out of the car: "No need, no need, I've already eaten. I'll just wait for her here."

Mrs. Zhou thought to herself, "You're so sensible." She nodded and said, "Then let's have dinner together another day."

After saying that, he went to work with Lao Gui.

As soon as she left, Wei Ming went upstairs and drank half a bowl of porridge and an egg white from Amin: "You can eat the yolk."

Vivian Chow: "Ah."

~
Hai Cheng Nightclub, located in the New World Centre in Tsim Sha Tsui, opened in 79 and was at its peak at that time.

However, there are definitely not many people during the day. When Wei Ming and Amin arrived, Tan Yonglin was also there, and Amin spoke to him on the phone.

"Amin, I'm so glad to meet you. Just call me Alan."

“Alan, thank you so much for your help to the disaster victims. The people of the mainland will always remember you.”

Tam Yung-lun waved his hand: "I haven't done anything yet, but I've already mobilized my friends to participate in this concert."

Wei Ming: "I've already written the song for you. I've also listened to Danny Chan. I have a song that would suit him. I'll study B-Ge and Leslie Cheung's songs later."

Hearing that Wei Ming had already finished writing it, Tan Yonglin was greatly relieved, feeling that his risk had not been in vain.

He resisted the urge to watch the song and first introduced Wei Ming to Uncle Yao, Zhang Yaorong.

"Uncle Yao, thank you very much." Wei Ming sincerely thanked everyone who was willing to help.

Zhang Yaorong chuckled and said, "Wei Sheng is indeed a young prodigy. No wonder even Jin Yong praised you as being equal to the Four Great Talents."

After exchanging pleasantries, they got down to business. Zhang Yaorong asked, "What do you think of my venue in Haicheng?"

Wei Ming truthfully replied, "It's not big enough."

He then asked, "What about the Elizabeth Stadium? It can hold more than 3000 people."

Wei Ming shook his head; it still wasn't big enough.

"It's a pity that the Hung Hom Sports Centre won't be completed until next month, and it won't be ready for use immediately after completion." Zhang Yaorong has his eye on Hung Hom now, as it can accommodate over 10,000 people.

He said, "Then we can only choose the government stadium. It's big enough to hold 20,000 people, but it's open-air."

Open-air venues are not ideal for concerts; the sound quality cannot compare to that of indoor venues, and they are also prone to disturbing residents and drawing complaints.

Sam Hui held a concert there in 78, but he has rarely performed there since.

Wei Ming asked, "If we choose this location, will we need to negotiate with the Hong Kong British government?"

“You don’t need to worry about that, I’ll handle the negotiations,” Zhang Yaorong said. “Your most important task now is to confirm a concert date and start promoting it now, otherwise the audience will be sparse and we’ll lose a lot of donations.”

Wei Ming asked, "Is half a month enough time?"

Zhang Yaorong said, "The stage setup is fine, the promotion is a little tight but still okay. What about the singers?"

Wei Ming looked at Tan Yonglin: "Alan, can you familiarize yourself with two new songs in half a month?"

"Two new songs?"

“One solo, one chorus, each person sings one line of lyrics.”

“No problem,” Tam Yung-lun readily agreed, then asked, “Could we check the difficulty of the song first?”

Wei Ming smiled slightly, took out a stack of papers from his bag, all of which had writing on them, and then handed one to him.

Tan Yonglin swallowed hard. Could this whole stack of songs be new?

How much did he actually write?!

~
“Just two,” Andrew Lloyd Webber, the musical theatre maestro, answered Prince Charles’s question.

He discovered that the two songs Diana liked were both written by Mr. Why, hence the question.

“However, it was finished in just one night,” Weber added.

Princess Diana exclaimed, "He is a genius. I love him so much. His concert will make my wedding memorable to the world."

“My dear, the world remembers this wedding because your fiancé is Charles III,” the 33-year-old prince said to the 20-year-old princess.

Diana rolled her eyes almost imperceptibly.

Charles continued, "And I don't recommend you play the first song at such a formal time as the entrance. I don't think the lyrics fit our wedding atmosphere. The second song is much better."

"The second song was also very good, but the first song touched my soul, and I really hoped to hear it when I entered the venue."

Charles shook his head helplessly, which was a tacit agreement. Diana had already made many concessions for this wedding, so he would give in once more.

Diana then looked at Webber: "Also, could you please invite Mr. Why? I'd like him to attend my wedding."

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