[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-202":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260910,4412,"Chapter 202: Gold Record (Guaranteed Dual-Chapter)","rising-in-1979-chapter-202",202,"\u003Cp>Next, Yuan Xiangren gave Biao some additional requirements: increase muscle mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re already strong, but not enough—I need you to strip off your shirt and fight knives and swords with bare fists, so you must be terrifyingly powerful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earliest shooting date is still July, so Biao has at least a month left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He discussed it with Wei Ming and decided to eat meat with every meal and train daily to build muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Current action stars don’t have Biao’s height and bulk—they all rely on agility and technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Biao can train to build a physique like Schwarzenegger or The Rock, stripping off his shirt alone will make people think, “This guy can’t be beaten”—more than enough to play a major villain who serves as the hero’s stepping stone, and maybe even land him roles in Hong Kong or Hollywood someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Wei Ming gave Yuan Xiangren the photos taken these past few days; Yuan was delighted—he could show them to his father when he got home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing the man off, Wei Ming went to the Film Academy again and found Liu Rulong to draw illustrations for “Ancient War: The Terracotta Warriors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Long had no interest in drawing illustrations—he only wanted to know what had happened to the beautiful older sister he’d seen at Wei Ming’s house yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beautiful?” Wei Ming asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then that’s exactly why you shouldn’t show up at my place unannounced anymore—call first,” Wei Ming chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little rascal!” Long sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Long was now fully focused on his career and had little interest in women; he said nothing more and casually flipped through Wei Ming’s novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A story from the Qin Dynasty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it difficult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—it’s hard. I don’t even know what Qin people wore; I’ll need to research. He only said it was difficult, but didn’t refuse the clearly troublesome illustration commission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “No rush—it won’t be needed until July. Plenty of time. As for materials, I have some resources on the Qin Dynasty and the Terracotta Warriors—I’ll bring them over another day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Yimou walked over. Wei Ming told Long: “The protagonist is a Qin native—just refine his face based on Old Zhang’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yimou rushed over and grabbed Wei Ming’s hand: “Mr. Wei, thank you, thank you so much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?” Wei Ming asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yimou said: “Because of your introduction, I met Director Wu Tianming. We’ve been exchanging letters lately—he told me I can join the set of ‘Ox and Ox Two’ in Shandong during summer vacation—food and lodging provided!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t mention pay, Zhang Yimou was desperate to learn in a real production crew—he’d even work for free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key is to build a good relationship with Director Wu Tianming; even if I can’t stay in Beijing, joining Xiyingchang would be a good homecoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming encouraged him a bit more: “Then maybe we’ll meet again then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they’re adapting his novel and his own father will be joining the crew, he had to go see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving Long clear instructions, two days later he returned—with some reference books and a published novel called “Heroes Rise in Youth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday he received ten sample copies from He Chengwei to give away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected such speed—though the production was crude compared to “Ferocious Animals,” the payment was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Base royalty: ten yuan per thousand characters—that’s 400 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, 250,000 copies printed, with an additional royalty of 200 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The royalty for “Ancient War: The Terracotta Warriors” also arrived—42,000 characters, earning him 420 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming’s cash flow in RMB once again exceeded a thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a thousand-plus yuan only meant freedom to eat and drink—he still struggled to afford household appliances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a color TV voucher but no money to buy a color TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he still had to rely on Hong Kong—hope for some gold coins to turn up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>June arrived, and Wei Ming received a package from Amin—inside was a cassette tape and a vinyl record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowadays, albums are released with both vinyl and cassette; both media still hold equal market share—within a few years, vinyl will vanish entirely, surviving only as a collector’s item for audiophiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amin wrote in her letter: “Brother Minmin personally delivered it to me—it’ll be on the market soon. He sent two copies, one for you, one for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also wrote: “Next month, I’ll send you your royalty share based on sales—I’m sure it’ll sell well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wrote the letter at the end of May, so Wei Ming could expect his record royalty by the end of June.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Rongbaozhai painting set only gave him one month—he couldn’t wait, so he still had to rely on the novel and new songs he’d sent earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, almost at the same moment Wei Ming received this package, Lao Gui and Zhou Ma also received Wei Ming’s package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Lao Gui and Zhou Ma were selling pancakes and fish balls at their stall when the owner of a nearby general store suddenly played a Mandarin song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been vending there for a while—the owner usually played Cantonese songs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Gui felt nothing for the first song, but when he heard the second: “Climb the peak to gaze at my homeland, endless yellow sands stretch far. Where do camel bells ring, each chime striking my heart?”—his heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so absorbed he didn’t notice a customer approaching to buy pancakes; Zhou Ma had to remind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, double egg, double intestine, right?” Lao Gui thought—what an appetite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the customer left, Zhou Ma asked: “You like this song?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm—it’s quite good, especially for people like us, far from home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ma: “This song is called ‘Dream of Camel Bells.’ I can lend you the cassette.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amin has it,” Zhou Ma boasted. “And this song was written by her pen pal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pen pal? What pen pal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A pen pal from the mainland—Amin helped him get his songs published through a company, and she earns a little commission. He’s even a professor at Peking University—you know Peking University, right~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Gui froze, then asked: “What’s the name of the man who wrote this song?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aming!” Lao Gui instantly understood—his sweet grandson had become Amin’s pen pal while writing to him, and even earned money through Amin’s publishing connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t he come to me? Why let Amin earn this money instead of me? Is he worried I can’t find a way to release songs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: Yeah, you don’t look like you understand pop music at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No! Lao Gui suddenly realized another possibility—his face immediately softened into a tender smile. He thought he understood now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Amin is only thirteen, she’s gentle and beautiful, and in a few years she’ll be ready for romance—while his grandson is only nineteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect—perfect match!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Afen, don’t call me ‘A Gui’ anymore—even if you won’t call me ‘Ghost Uncle,’ at least call me ‘Ghost Uncle’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ma snorted: “Dead A Gui, trying to take advantage of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After work, Lao Gui visited a record store and bought a cassette of “Liu Liu De Ta”—since the song was already famous, they used it as the album title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The store owner said sales were excellent: “I’ve called for restocks twice already—haven’t had a Mandarin album sell this well in ages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason it sold so well? Wei Ming’s five songs were crucial—especially “Liu Liu De Ta” and “Dream of Camel Bells,” which had high request rates on Hong Kong radio; Zhang Mingmin’s performance fees had multiplied several times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Gui bought the cassette and hadn’t even listened to it yet when he received another package from his grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned on the tape player, listened to the songs, and opened the package at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid is relentless—he wrote so many songs, and now a novel called “Ancient War: The Terracotta Warriors,” asking me to submit it for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph, go ask your Amin if you’re so capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Gui thought, already flipping through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to “Heroes Rise in Youth,” this one isn’t a wuxia novel, but its creativity is superior, its plot more bizarre—he couldn’t put it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the romance takes up a lot of space, he could tolerate it—he just wanted to see General Meng’s adventures after swallowing the elixir of immortality and waking up in modern times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had actually considered asking Amin to submit it—she loved romance novels, so she’d know where such stories stood the best chance of being accepted; maybe she’d even become his fan after reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he remembered Amin was just a middle school student—helping him submit songs was already a burden; her studies came first, so he’d just make his grandfather suffer a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time he had experience—he didn’t mention letting his grandfather spend the royalty freely, but if the royalty came and he bought paintings and still had money left, he could send some to his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the packages were sent to both at the same time, Amin was now opening hers too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her surprise, Aming could actually draw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrote: “After sending the last letter, I realized I’d accidentally slipped a drawing of myself into the novel. The man in the drawing isn’t as handsome as me, but you, Amin, have some talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amin sniffed: Hmph, showing off!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her drawings weren’t as pretty as the photo—she wondered whether the real person looked better than the photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I like drawing too, especially comics—I’ll draw you a character I created: Black Cat Cop. He’s the backbone of a forest police station; his real name is Mimi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming showed off to the girl, drawing her a Black Cat Cop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Amin even more curious—how could he be so good at drawing too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And who was Black Cat Cop? Why give it the silly name Mimi?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hadn’t he published this in his collection? Did he have other works?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fairy tales—he could write fairy tales too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do all mainlanders have this kind of talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amin’s little mind raced with thoughts, but the one she most wanted to know: Didn’t he care what she looked like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Huimin had already decided—if Aming wanted her photo, she’d draw a self-portrait: slimmer face, fuller chest, longer legs. But Aming didn’t seem to care at all—he never mentioned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t you care what your pen pal, who’s written to you for so long, looks like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the letter, Aming said he’d written three new songs and attached the sheet music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During my Time Music days, I loved Alan’s voice. You said his last album went platinum, so I wrote three songs—wondering if he’s ever thought of releasing a Mandarin album. Can you help submit them, Amin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When discussing Hong Kong pop music, Zhou Huimin had mentioned “Alan” Tan Yonglin—just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At thirty, Tan Yonglin was still a minor figure in Hong Kong’s music scene—compared to giants like Xu Guanjie and Luo Wen, he was insignificant—but his record sales were actually quite good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last year, Tan Yonglin’s first Cantonese solo album, “Rebel Star,” went gold; this year, his second album, “Love Till You Go Crazy,” went platinum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The International Federation of the Phonographic Industry (IFPI) has just set Hong Kong’s gold record standard at 25,000 copies and platinum at 50,000 copies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selling fifty thousand copies is already an incredible achievement, given that Hong Kong has only five million people—equivalent to one out of every hundred buying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These standards also shift with market trends; previously, the thresholds for gold and platinum albums were fifteen thousand and thirty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the twenty-first century, as the record industry declined, the standards reverted back to fifteen thousand and thirty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget platinum albums—just selling a gold album would be enough to brag about; now, Amin’s greatest hope is that “Liu Liu De Ta” will reach gold status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whether Tan Yonglin will release a Mandarin album, Amin doesn’t know—he’s just heard Tan is developing in Taiwan; if Aming could write Cantonese songs, he’d be a guaranteed hit in Hong Kong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She first looked at the three songs attached at the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first song is “Flower in the Water”; it became famous on the mainland after Tan Yonglin performed it on the Spring Festival Gala, and it has both Cantonese and Mandarin versions—Wei Ming naturally used the more familiar Mandarin version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Hui was immediately captivated by the exquisite lyrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the cold rain and wind, how many splendors vanish like dreams; once brilliant colors scatter with the wind; suddenly looking back, joy and love dissolve like smoke, like water, leaving no trace…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Written so beautifully—no wonder Aming is a genius!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second song is “Hard to Let Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third is “Indestructible Love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To guarantee sales, Wei Ming directly pulled out the lead singles from Tan Yonglin’s three Mandarin albums—surely you can’t resist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Tan Yonglin and PolyGram currently have no plans for a Mandarin album, seeing these three songs would surely push them to prioritize one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amin was thrilled—these were great songs, all of them excellent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could Aming write so many outstanding love songs? He says he has no girlfriend now—what about before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Hui felt no one could write such profound love songs without having experienced at least ten heartbreaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No good—I’ll have to ask him later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhou Ma returned; she first touched the TV—it was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good, good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, TVB aired a new drama, “Dreams of the Capital,” adapted from Zhang Henshui’s “Family of Gold and Powder,” starring Wang Mingquan and Liu Songren, both of whom Amin adored; so Zhou Ma worried the girl was sneaking glances—but today she was unusually well-behaved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amin, I’m back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Mom, you’ve worked hard—I’ve already cooked dinner; let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over dinner, Amin told her mother that Aming had written new songs and planned to submit them to PolyGram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can start earning money again—Mom, will you come with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—I’ll take half a day off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beijing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving Amin’s album, Wei Ming’s first thought was to share it—private joy is less joy than shared joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he rode his motorcycle again to Zhu Lin’s workplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t seen each other for days; Zhu Lin still resented how Wei Ming, drunk, had stolen her first kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d dated her boyfriend for a year without letting him get anywhere—only to be taken by surprise by Wei Ming, leaving her sleepless with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing Wei Ming warmly greet her, she couldn’t stay angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What fault did he have? He’d just drunk too much, and he was still young—unable to control his biological impulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she walked over—but didn’t get on the bike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “I want to invite you to listen to music.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What music?” Zhu Lin suddenly remembered, “The songs you released in Hong Kong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming nodded: “Want to come to my place? I haven’t even listened to them myself—I want you to be the first person on the mainland to hear them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin had originally planned to go home for dinner; her parents had given up pressuring her, and since the breakup was final, they were slowly accepting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wei Ming’s new songs were more tempting—this time it was Hong Kong and Taiwan music; it was so hard to find fresh Hong Kong-Taiwan tunes now, she was sick of Deng Lijun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Zhu Lin decisively got on Wei Ming’s “criminal” bike, and neither mentioned the kiss from that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Wei Ming’s place, he’d already bought dinner—ordered from the Great Wall cafeteria, packed in a lunchbox, still warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really know how to enjoy life,” Zhu Lin meant to say he was lazy, never even cooked his own meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s this? You’ve never lived through the delivery era—this still requires you to pick it up yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming turned on the tape player and let her eat while listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have a record player, but he knew Gong Ying had one; for old Shanghai residents, a record player was as essential as coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wei Ming didn’t keep it—he sent it straight to Xue Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he couldn’t make her the first on the mainland to hear the full album, she would absolutely be the first to hear the vinyl of “Liu Liu De Ta.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tape had ten songs—the first five were Wei Ming’s originals; the last five were filler tracks or covers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, if an album had one good song, it could drive sales; if it had three, it could be called a masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that wasn’t ideal—because if too many good songs competed on the charts, fan energy would scatter, preventing any single track from achieving higher rankings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all five of Wei Ming’s songs on “Liu Liu De Ta” were exceptionally strong, especially “Liu Liu De Ta” and “Dream Camel Bells,” which were hugely popular among Mandarin listeners in Hong Kong and drove the album’s sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But “Every Time I Want to Shout Your Name,” “That Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon Event,” and “North Wind” were also of very high quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially for mainlanders who had little exposure to pop music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin didn’t move her chopsticks while listening—she just sat there, transfixed: the first song was good, the second was good… the fifth was just as good!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the filler tracks, though inferior to Wei Ming’s originals, had their own merits in her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and eat—tonight you can listen as many times as you want,” Wei Ming implied she could stay the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin was tempted—she’d already told her roommate she wouldn’t be returning to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t immediately agree; instead, she said: “I want the lyrics to your five songs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—I already made copies for you,” Wei Ming had prepared in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin was delighted; when she left, she hugged him around the neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still left—when she saw Wei Ming brushing his teeth early, she slipped away quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin took not only the lyrics but also the tape—she planned to share it with her parents, both highly educated intellectuals who still loved such bourgeois trinkets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’ve got to give it back—I only have one cassette,” Wei Ming warned, foam all over his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning home, Zhu Lin lied and said she’d gone out to dinner with friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu’s father immediately asked: “Male friend or female friend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Female.” Acting was her privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her parents were disappointed; Zhu Lin quickly pulled out “Liu Liu De Ta” and asked them to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first song, “Liu Liu De Ta,” seemed to speak of both friendship and love; the lyrics and melody were interesting enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second song, “Dream Camel Bells,” struck a deep chord with her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, “Camel Bells” had been wildly popular on the mainland; now Hong Kong had produced “Dream Camel Bells”—its melody was more modern, its lyrics grander; her father demanded to hear it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her father praise the songwriter as a genius, Zhu Lin couldn’t help smiling—it was a proud smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the last three songs, “North Wind” was also widely praised, but the other two love songs felt average to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This musical appreciation session eased tensions between Zhu Lin and her parents; she hugged her mother’s neck and coaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If no one ever marries me, will you support me for life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu’s mother didn’t want to hear such gloomy talk—such a beautiful daughter, if she lowered her standards, how could she fail to marry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing her daughter’s earnest expression, she tightly gripped her hand: “We’ll support you—for life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother meant every word—but Wei Ming had lied to Zhu Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He claimed he wanted her to be the first on the mainland to hear these songs—but she wasn’t; Biaozi and Xiao Mei had heard them earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two had returned from the south; besides bringing back ordinary items like digital watches, they’d also brought ten cassette tapes—specifically, “Liu Liu De Ta.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Feng, Brother Ming, these songs are amazing—you’ll love them once you hear them. We’re planning to sell them for ten yuan a tape!” Mei Wenhua declared with ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming flipped through them—damn, they’d already flooded the mainland so fast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Zhang Mingmin about to become a sensation across the mainland ahead of schedule?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t that easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pacific Images soon noticed this Mandarin album from Hong Kong; after listening, they found all five songs solid, all original—especially “Dream Camel Bells,” with its beautiful melody and meaningful lyrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They immediately organized singers and prepared to cover them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Please vote for monthly tickets!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3451,"2026-06-19T16:30:58.707Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1903685a119618c2fc086ee54856ded07a411fe8eb39b97cbe173fea8da7ecdd","rising-in-1979-chapter-203","rising-in-1979-chapter-201",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]