Since 1983

At half past eight, Su Yue arrived at Huibin Building.

He stood downstairs and didn't move because he saw a gangster running from afar.

"Morning, old Su!"

"It's early for you too."

"It's on time, you took a taxi, right? I remember you used to have a car... Oh, it's okay for the work unit! I can buy one myself next year... In fact, it's boring to drive too much. I don't like to drive now. It's good to go for a run in the morning."

"..."

Su Yue squinted at him, why do you live next to him and drive a rough car? Is it enough to get started?

There are not many residents in the building, and they are basically their own employees, and there are "Mr. Xu" and "Mr. Su" all the way. When the elevator reached the seventh floor, the guy waved his hand and continued to go up.

Su Yue was very curious. They said that there was a film and television company on the eighth floor, but they had never been there before, so it was quite mysterious.

Arranging clothes in the elevator, and walking out with a serious face. He is fine in life, but he remains serious at work, establishing his so-called majesty.

Stepping into the office, he took out a sheet music from his bag and locked it in a drawer.

To be honest, he didn't expect Xu Fei to get a song so quickly. After studying for a long time yesterday, no matter the content, artistic conception of the song, or the image and positioning of the singer, it seems to be tailor-made for Gan Ping.

"Brother, how are you?"

He could even imagine Gan Ping braiding her hair and calling out affectionately... Everyone was shocked, how could it be so suitable?

Of course it was Mr. Xu who cheated!

This song was originally the theme song of a TV series "Big Brother". As a result, no one cares about the TV series, but the songs are well known in the streets.

When Xu Fei went south last year, he had already visited Li Haiying and Chen Xiaoqi.

Chen Xiaoqi is the director of the planning department in Zhongshang (Yangcheng Branch of China Record Corporation). He is not yet a music director, but more of a creator.

Teacher Xu made an appointment in advance, and I bought this song.

Ten thousand yuan.

Su Yue is crazy. A song is usually a few hundred yuan, a good song is one or two thousand, and one song is 10,000 yuan... Damn it can't keep up with the rhythm.

That's right, since he joined the company, his biggest feeling is that he can't keep up with the rhythm.

Although he paid attention to a door opener, Xu Fei's door opener was too scary. He has communicated with him more than once, and he always pats himself on the shoulder, speaking earnestly:

"Old Su, times have changed!"

How did it change? Isn't it just 1992? ? ?

"Boss Su, are you bothering me?"

"It's okay, come in."

An employee of Times Media suddenly knocked on the door, held a notebook, and said with a smile, "Let me tell you about today's itinerary. At ten o'clock in the morning, three newspapers will interview you. In the afternoon, I will go to Beijing TV to record a program, and in the evening, I will be a guest on the radio station.

The main content of your talk, one is to introduce the label, and the other is to sincerely invite good works, you must highlight the fact that we spend a lot of money to collect songs. There are millions of golden songs..."

"I don't need to talk about this? Our current resources are not worthy of the name."

"Okay, there's no need to talk about the million-dollar hit."

The staff drew a line and respected his opinion very much.

Immediately afterwards, the styling department came over again to put on makeup for him. Not long after, three reporters arrived.

...

"When we talk about the music scene now, it's all pop singers and pop songs, which seem to be separate.

In fact, there is another kind of singer-songwriter, who may not be outstanding in appearance, but has considerable musical quality and is full of enthusiasm. We hope to unearth such young people. "

"The contract system is a major trend and is inevitable. And I can guarantee that Galaxy's system is absolutely leading in the country!"

"Gao Feng released an album last year, and the response was mediocre. We talked to him later, and he said that he likes ethnic style things. Yes, as long as you are talented, we are willing to give you time and space."

"The price of Xinghe's collection of songs is the only one in China. We just signed a newcomer named Gan Ping, and found that a song is very suitable for her. It cost 10,000 yuan. Yes, 10,000 yuan."

"It can be said that we buy horse bones with thousands of dollars, or we can be said to be sensational, but the point is, our attitude is here!"

"What we want to do is not a record company, but a music label.

This word is very strange in China, and it is called by foreign countries. In fact, at the beginning, the label means the record company. Whatever your company is called, the label is what it is.

However, with the development and precipitation of these companies for decades or even hundreds of years, a music culture has gradually formed. This kind of culture is the concept of "label" that is extended today.

Rock, classical, folk, jazz... People can tell when they look at the label.

The goal of Galaxy Records is to build our own label. Be it pop music or indie music, tolerance, freedom, sincerity, love, as long as you love music, you will definitely like Xinghe..."

Su Yue understood that this was called propaganda, but felt that the method was too exaggerated.

There is no way, no one understands except Mr. Xu, soon the whole country will fly into the sky, and the demons will dance in random ways, this is a trivial matter.

As soon as the three channels of newspapers, TV, and radio came out, Xinghe was the first to explode in the capital.

After that, Su Yue went to radio stations in Hebei, Tianjin, Liao and other places as a guest, talking about the company's music philosophy and seeking talents.

The big brother in the music scene who has led the northwest wind, personally went to the stage to promote, and his influence should not be underestimated. In particular, his outstanding creation and works have responded to the thoughts of many people.

Xinghe operated in a wave, and he was not afraid of offending his colleagues at all.

The music scene in the capital is poor and white, and Wang Xiaojing is the only one who guards Cui Jian. The famous "Dadi Records" has not yet gone north, and the Red Star Production Company has not yet been established. It was 1996 in the wheat field.

Before the tide comes, let the waves rise.

...

In the dormitory of the Haizheng Art Troupe, a thin man sat on a hard bed in a daze.

The pile of newspapers in front of him is full of newspapers from the past few days, and Galaxy Records occupies the page. And there is a very small black and white TV on the table, which broadcasts "The Screen Connects Me and You", and the host Tian Ge is interviewing Su Yue.

Of course he knew Su Yue, a big figure in the capital's music scene.

big shot...

He rubbed his guitar, an impulse churned in his heart, but he hesitated. Just ten minutes ago, he was still packing his luggage - he had spent many years in the capital with no results, and was preparing to go south with the tide.

There is an art troupe in Shencheng who has been contacted and used to be the band leader. It sounds good, but his ambition is to be a singer and release an album, not a band leader.

The man bowed his head and thought for a long time, finally sighed and decided to try again.

...

"Snapped!"

In an ordinary residential house, there is no bed in a cubicle, and a man and a woman are lying on the ground. The man turned off the radio, turned over slightly, and the floor, which was only covered with a layer of mattress, hurt his bones.

After a long silence, the woman asked, "Do you want to go and see?"

"Um."

"But what do you do here?"

"I haven't believed it for a few months, and I haven't signed a contract. It's okay to go and have a look."

The man patted his girlfriend, and said, "Su Yue is very attractive in the music scene, so he won't be fooled. Even if I sell a few songs, I don't have to wait and eat."

Speaking of this, both of them felt sad.

They came to the capital at the beginning of the year, lodging at a friend's house, making an IOU, sleeping in a park, and even planning to move to a nail house that is being demolished, just because they don't need money...

Music is a dream, a dream depends on persistence.

He really didn't know how long he could last.

(There was a confirmed diagnosis in my hometown, so I was so scared that I hurriedly updated the chapter...)