At eight o'clock in the evening, the concert officially started. As the music started, the venue was silent, and pairs of eyes were fixed on the stage.

There was no host to announce the curtain, and in the rhythm that filled the world with love, the singers held hands and took the stage from both sides of the stage, then stood side by side in several rows and started singing directly.

hold your face gently

Wipe your tears away

This heart belongs to you forever

Tell me I'm no longer alone

…

Chen Dahe sat in the audience and hummed softly to the beat. Not only him, but also all the audience who had been bombarded by this song for more than a month were singing along, making the atmosphere of the concert reach a climax from the beginning.

When it came to the chorus, the singers on the stage sang together neatly, but some were restless.

Zhang Tiejun looked at Cui Jian doing the moonwalk behind the crowd and wanted to go up and grab him.

This is a shameful thing, it’s so deceptive!

Immediately, I didn't even bother to watch the performance, and quickly turned my attention to the side, wanting to hear if anyone had anything to say.

Fortunately, maybe because he was in the back row and he was a newcomer, at least no one around him paid attention to that different young man.

So Zhang Tiejun put his mind at ease for the time being and looked at Xiao Cui's performance later. If he was still embarrassed when he sang solo, he would have to let him know what Lao Zhang's Iron Fist was when he got back!

After the opening song ended, the singers exited the stage in an orderly manner from both sides. At this time, a slender beauty wearing a large flower on her head walked onto the stage and began to host, and then singers came on stage one after another to perform.

Wei Wei, Amao, Tian Zhen, Li Lingyu, Cheng Lin, Hang Tianqi, Fu Disheng, Sun Guoqing, Chang Huan, these are the most popular singers at the moment. It is rare for two or three to get together on weekdays, but today

In the spirit of praying for world peace, he resolutely appeared on the stage to sing for free.

The audience at the scene had never seen such a star-studded scene, and the cheers immediately surged and almost never stopped.

Taking advantage of the host's announcement, Chen Dahe tilted his head and asked softly, "I heard that except for the people from the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe, everyone else came here on their own bicycles?"

"Well," Zhang Tiejun looked at him and blinked, "That's about right. People from our company also drove here. Others probably don't have cars, so they have to come by themselves."

Chen Dahe touched his chin, "So, the income of singers like them is just that?"

In his impression, among all the famous singers and actors, there is no one who travels in luxury cars or rides bicycles. Are all the singers at this time very poor?

"It depends on who they compare with," Zhang Tiejun laughed dumbly, "Compared to us, they will definitely only have a small fortune, but compared to ordinary people, they have a lot of income. They can get a lot of money by recording just one song.

Several hundred or even thousands are equivalent to several years of wages for ordinary workers."

Chen Dahe smacked his lips and looked at him curiously, "No share?"

Zhang Tiejun turned around in astonishment, "Divided into what?"

Chen Dahe opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

At this time, Zhang Tiejun came to his senses and looked at him in surprise, "You don't want to use the tricks from Xiangjiang here, do you? I tell you, don't make trouble, no matter how popular these singers can be, then

As an employee of the unit, you must follow the rules."

As he spoke, he came closer and lowered his voice and said, "I also know that this system is not conducive to improving the enthusiasm of singers, but the current situation is like this, there is no way. In fact, it is not impossible to get a share, unless the reform is carried out, and several large units can be found to take the lead.

, give more bonuses to the most popular songwriters and singers, and the younger ones below will definitely follow, so that we can have fun."

Chen Dahe glanced at him and said, "I didn't say anything. Why are you so excited? Watch the show."

I'm still not familiar with this era. It would be better if it were ten years later.

As for the current situation, he doesn't have the spare time to push forward reforms. Wouldn't it be nice to read two more books at home when he has time?

Of course, this is also because the current system has no impact on him. Otherwise, if there are people or rules that block the way and hinder him, he would not mind showing his iron head skills to see if his head is strong enough.

Next to him, Zhang Tiejun curled his lips and shrank back. He was not aroused.

After working in a company for several years, he certainly knows the harm of taking a dead salary. This is the case for music professionals, and it is still the same for magazine publishing. They all receive fixed royalties. But to promote reforms in this area, apart from Chen Dahe, he can't think of anyone else.

It can be done, but it's a pity that this kid won't be fooled.

Forget it, let's do this for now.

As singers came on and off the stage one after another, Zhang Tiejun, who was originally confident, suddenly felt uncertain and touched Chen Dahe with his hand, "Hey, do you think Xiao Cui can do it?"

He has not forgotten the original intention of organizing this concert, which is to push Cui Jian out and launch the first shot of Qunxing Audio Company. Although Yuan Zhuofan and Xiao Cui were both confident, they suddenly felt a little flustered when things happened.

Should I put in all the hard work and finally make a wedding dress for the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe?!

Chen Dahe was about to speak when the beautiful host came on stage again and said in a voice with a slightly distinctive voice of the times, "Now, I would like to invite Cui Jian to sing for everyone, nothing!"

Chen Dahe smiled at him and tapped the stage with his chin, "Okay, we'll see in two minutes."

Unlike other singers, when they perform on stage, they are accompanied by a band below the stage, but Cui Jian has a band, and it is a plywood band that was reorganized after disbanding. Of course, for such an important occasion, he must use his own people.

At this time, Qi Ply had already taken off his tomatoes and scrambled eggs and put on the clothes he was accustomed to. Cui Jian was even more dressed in an old Beijing gold coat. He didn't even adjust the trousers, one was high and the other was low, just carrying the guitar.

On the stage.

The originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet, and then whispers started to sound.

"Who is this? I've never seen him before,"

"I don't know, I haven't heard the name, and I have nothing? Is there such a song?"

"Oh, it's such a big occasion, and I came up here without even putting on my clothes. I must be anxious. The young man just can't get on stage..."

…

No matter what the people below said, Cui Jian stood in front of the microphone as if no one else was around, then plucked the strings, and the prelude sounded,

I kept asking, when will you come with me?

…

As soon as he opened his voice, the scene was completely silent again, with only Cui Jian's roar echoing over the stadium.

There was no applause, but Cui Jian remained unaffected. He closed his eyes and raised his head, venting all his passion for rock and roll over the years at this moment.

When the first two sentences were finished, the scene immediately became excited, with applause and whistles coming and going.

When the chorus was sung, Cui Jian became more relaxed and even started dancing on the spot, swaying from side to side.

Young people nowadays have never seen this scene before. Just now, Chang Kuan's action of spreading his arms made them excited. At this time, Cui Jian sang and danced, and many people actually stood up and danced with him.

stand up.

Seeing this scene, Chen Dahe chuckled and turned to look at Zhang Tiejun, "What's the matter, are you still worried?"

Zhang Tiejun grinned almost to the back of his ears. He shook his head first, and then nodded sharply, "Worry, I'm worried that the 100,000 tapes I just recorded won't be enough to sell!"

"If it's not sold enough, add more." Chen Dahe looked at Cui Jian, who was on the stage and was comparable to a superstar at the moment, with a slight smile on his face, "Just wait and see, the spring of domestic rock and roll is coming."

No wonder Lao Cui will be called the first rock person in later generations. Just because he kicked off rock music, he deserves to be the first person.
Chapter completed!