Chapter 333: Wei Ming reaches the heavens, iron certificate of merit

Zhou Huimin had already realized that A-Ming had changed the route; this was not the way home, nor was it the car to the kindergarten!

The girl who had just grown up couldn't help but feel excited, uneasy, expectant, and a tiny bit afraid. However, thinking of that small square piece, she felt it should be very safe; after all, it was a big brand.

The car passed through the cross-harbor tunnel and arrived in Kowloon. The two didn't speak all the way.

However, seeing the hotel in front of her, Zhou Huimin was obviously stunned. The place didn't seem right, did it?

Wei Ming: "Didn't you say you've never stayed in a hotel? It's indeed a bit too late now, so let's experience one night here."

In front of them was one of Hong Kong's most famous luxury hotels, the Peninsula Hotel of the Kadoorie family.

Under the gossiping gaze of the front desk, Wei Ming led the little girl upstairs. This room was on the same floor as Melinda's room and belonged to the high-end rooms.

Just a single room, A-Min felt it was bigger than her entire home.

Wei Ming said: "You first call home to report that you are safe, get a good rest, and if there is a problem, go to room 330 to find Melinda."

"And you?"

Wei Ming: "I'm going back to my own hotel."

"But it's so late~" A-Min muttered in a low voice with her head down.

Wei Ming: "Then should I go to Melinda's room to make do for the night?"

"No!"

Wei Ming laughed and poked her head: "Don't let your imagination run wild at such a young age. I'll go greet Melinda, say a word, and then leave."

After he left, Zhou Huimin was uneasy and secretly watched the corridor through the crack in the door.

She saw Wei Ming knock on Melinda's door, but he didn't go in.

"Why did you just come? I was about to fall asleep." Melinda was wearing pajamas, yawning, sleepy-eyed, charming and amorous.

Wei Ming stood at the door: "It's too late, I won't go in. I have to go to the Xinhua News Agency tomorrow."

"Is it because of that little girl," Melinda smiled, "that A-Min."

Wei Ming pinched her chin: "In order to keep my spirits up, I will accompany you well tomorrow night, until death do us part."

Today was indeed too tiring; he had stood almost all day, and his spirit had been tense the whole time.

"Alright." Melinda opened her arms and asked Wei Ming for a hug.

Wei Ming: "A-Min is staying in room 315. It was too late, so she didn't go home. If she doesn't understand anything, remember to help her."

Melinda was stunned. What does it mean to put her by my side?

"The Governor of Hong Kong invited me and Sarah to be guests tomorrow, and he also asked us to invite you to go together." Melinda remembered another thing.

Wei Ming: "If it's in the afternoon, I have time."

"Then it's in the afternoon."

Seeing A-Ming leave Melinda's door and walk toward the elevator, A-Min smiled and closed the door, and called home.

"Hello, is that A-Min? Why haven't you come back yet?" Zhou Ma said anxiously. She really hadn't slept.

Zhou Huimin: "Mom, I'm not going back to sleep today. It's too late, I'll stay in a hotel for one night."

"What, stay in a hotel? What about A-Ming?" Zhou Ma immediately put on a stern face, "Let him answer the phone."

Zhou Huimin knew her mother had misunderstood, so she said: "A-Ming left after sending me to the hotel. He arranged for me to stay at the Peninsula Hotel, which can be considered a reward for me, but he doesn't stay at this hotel."

"Really?" Zhou Ma was still a bit uneasy.

Zhou Huimin looked out the window: "A-Ming has already driven away. The hotel he is staying at should be a ten-minute drive from here. I can tell you the name and phone number of the hotel, and you can go and ask in twenty minutes."

Seeing that her daughter said so, Zhou Ma hummed: "Come home early tomorrow."

"I know, Mom. The room here is very big, and the bed is very soft. I will definitely let you live in such a house in the future," A-Min said.

Zhou Ma was a little moved, but still retorted: "It is I who will let you live in such a house. The new Holiland store will open soon, so just wait to be your fast-food princess."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Huimin curiously looked at the room. The bathroom was actually so big, and there was a bathtub!

However, she was also too sleepy, so she just took a simple shower and went to sleep.

This was the first time she had slept on such a big bed; it must have been more than two meters wide. She wouldn't fall off even if she turned over several times. It felt like three people could sleep on it, and four people could barely manage.

Wei Ming didn't even take a shower. When he drove back, he was a bit distracted. After entering his room, he only had time to take off his shoes and fell asleep.

Actually, not just today, in the past many days, he had stayed up late to compose music several times, or discussed arrangements and performances with Li Xiaotian and others. In the past week, he could only sleep four or five hours a day.

Starting today, he could finally have a good night's sleep.

I don't know how long he slept. When Wei Ming woke up the next day, he glanced at the watch on his hand, and he was suddenly stunned. Oh no!

This wasn't Melinda's watch; this was the Japanese electronic watch that Sister Lin had given him!

He was too busy and didn't notice the details.

Wei Ming took off the watch. It was past eight o'clock. He was indeed a diligent person. He went to sleep at two o'clock yesterday, and he didn't even sleep until noon.

He couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. After getting up, he turned on the TV. It happened to be Rediffusion, and then he saw the rebroadcast of yesterday's charity concert!

Switching to TVB, well, it was also rebroadcasting. Now it was just singing "To Win, You Must Fight."

It seems that this concert will leave a deep impression on the people of Hong Kong for a while.

Last night, Run Run Shaw also invited Wei Ming to record a program at TVB, but Wei Ming politely declined. He planned to return to Yanjing tomorrow. The production and distribution of the record would be done by professionals later, and he wanted to enjoy his remaining vacation.

After school started in September, he really wanted to work seriously and focus on creation.

After going downstairs, the girl at the front desk immediately said to him: "Mr. Wei, someone is looking for you."

When he first checked in, she had a cold attitude toward Wei Ming, but now looking at him, her eyes seemed to be discharging electricity.

Two foreigners immediately stood up in the lobby, one tall and one short, and the short one was holding a camera.

"Mr. Wei, hello, I am Clark Parker, a reporter for the British BBC, and this is my partner Peter Kent." The tall one spoke Cantonese, and at a glance, he was a Hong Kong expert.

Wei Ming shook hands with them.

Clark said: "Last night's charity concert was truly too novel, and it is rare even internationally. My colleagues and I watched the whole thing, but unfortunately, we didn't get an invitation from the organizers."

"Oh my, our organizers were too negligent." Wei Ming looked regretful.

"It doesn't matter, it was very clear on TV, and you can also buy records. We will support it," Clark added, "Can you accept our interview? We want to tell the British audience about this, and by the way, warm up for 'Tianshu Qitan'."

Wei Ming had a cooperation with the BBC for "Tianshu Qitan." It seems this Clark was instructed by London. Wei Ming readily agreed.

"But I have to go to the Xinhua Branch, time is limited." Wei Ming looked at the clock.

"Then why don't we talk on the way? Peter, you drive."

Peter drove, and Wei Ming and Clark sat in the back to complete an interview, talking about the creation of "Only Time," the situation of the Sichuan flood, and the motivation and preparation process of this charity concert.

"The economic losses brought by this Sichuan flood have reached 2 billion RMB. This donation from the Hong Kong people can alleviate the urgent needs of the disaster victims. At the same time, I also call on international humanitarian organizations to extend a helping hand to China." This was Wei Ming's final concluding statement.

In most cases, donations certainly cannot make up for the losses of the disaster, but every little bit helps.

After getting out of the car, Wei Ming walked into the branch courtyard. There was no need to verify his identity. After last night in Hong Kong, there shouldn't be many people who didn't know Wei Ming. The two young guards on duty had both watched the live broadcast last night and admired him very much.

After entering, President Wang first introduced Wei Ming to several heads of major state-owned enterprises in Hong Kong. Each of them had a high rank, big figures that even Uncle Ping'an had to shake hands with using both hands.

Wei Ming behaved neither humble nor arrogant, interacted plainly, maintained the backbone of an artist, and he probably wouldn't walk the path of an official in this life.

Once you enter that system, no matter how talented you are, how influential you are, and how powerful the books you write are, you are a section chief, and you have to bend over in front of a department director. You are a department director, and you have to accompany a smile in front of a bureau director. If they say you are mentally ill, you are mentally ill. It's boring.

However, China is official-oriented. If you don't walk the path of an official, at this time, only international influence is the best protective weapon, such as Cheng Long at his peak in the future, who is a national business card.

Wei Ming might as well try. First, he could start with "The Times" and the BBC.

After getting to know these connections that might be used in the future, President Wang told him the results of last night's concert.

"Including donations from tycoons, donations from ordinary audience members, and ticket revenue, a total of 145 million HKD in donations was harvested. Ma Xiaowei, your merit is boundless!"

"How much? How much did you say!?"

In Yanjing, at the Hong Kong Affairs Office, Liao Lao received news from Hong Kong in the morning about yesterday's charity concert.

"145 million HKD! It is almost equivalent to 50 million RMB, and this does not count the subsequent revenue from records. The profit from this part is also part of the donation!" The secretary was also a bit excited.

"Good, good, good!" Liao Gong said "good" three times. This result far exceeded his expectations. What does this mean? It means that the two sides of the strait are one family, and decades of separation have not caused the Hong Kong compatriots and the mainland people to be alienated.

Of course, Ma Xiaowei also contributed significantly. The idea was proposed by him, the singers were invited by him, and the songs were written by him.

"Is there a detailed list of donations?" Liao Lao asked again.

"Yes." The secretary handed over a fax. Guo He Nian, Huo Yingdong, Li Jiacheng, etc., were all names familiar to Liao Lao.

This list was more detailed, even recording a valuable watch from Hong Kong star Cheng Long. Liao Lao said: "That person has always been concerned about the disaster in his hometown. I will go and report it now."

Just about to leave, he said again: "Is there a recording of the concert?"

The secretary said: "Yes, it is said that it was sent over with this morning's flight, but it hasn't arrived yet."

Liao Gong sat down again: "Then wait a little longer, and bring the videotape over when it arrives."

Immediately, Liao Gong pressed the tape recorder on the table, and the melody of the Mandarin all-star version of "Tomorrow Will Be Better" rang out. This time, it was little Lele who sang "Gently knock to wake the sleeping soul, slowly open your eyes~".

The name of this cassette was "Tomorrow Will Be Better." In addition to this title song, there were also representative works of several well-known singers who participated in the singing, such as "Hometown Love," "On the Hopeful Fields," "Young Friends Come to Meet," etc., which could be considered a selected compilation.

Liao Gong received the cassette in the first instance, and singers like Zhu Lin and Gong Xue also received this cassette one after another in recent days. At the same time, it also officially went on sale across the country today.

At Zhu Lin's home in Tuanjiehu, she and Gong Xue were listening to songs while doing yoga.

Gong Xue was very focused, but Zhu Lin always felt that this thing was not serious, and her thoughts flew to that stinky boy in Hong Kong.

After Gong Xue finished a big cycle, she looked at Zhu Lin and frowned: "Yoga is what you want to learn, but now you are not focused. Forget it, I won't come tomorrow."

"Don't, I'm leaving soon. He can't come back, and you won't accompany me?"

"Ah, are you leaving so soon?"

"Yes, the Changchun Film Studio has already urged me, saying that it will start filming at the end of the month, and let me go over to read the script with other actors," Zhu Lin sighed, "I don't know if I can wait for him to come back."

Gong Xue: "Don't worry, if you can't wait for him, just let him go to the Northeast to see you. You know how to act like a spoiled child in a letter, right."

"Oh, it seems you, Little Xue, are a master at this," Zhu Lin smiled.

"I'm not, I'm just giving you advice." Gong Xue lowered her head. She felt that she was abnormal. She gave advice to let her boyfriend go to see his other girlfriend. We are clearly in a competitive relationship!

She almost forgot that she and Zhu Lin still had a three-year agreement.

At this time, "Tomorrow Will Be Better" had finished playing. Zhu Lin turned off the tape recorder: "Why don't we go watch a movie."

"Watching 'Heroes Emerge from Youth Since Ancient Times' again?" Gong Xue begged for mercy, "Even if it's good, you can't watch it like this."

In the days when Wei Ming and his sister were not there, Gong Xue had already accompanied Zhu Lin to watch it three times. The last time was the day before yesterday, and it was still full every time.

Zhu Lin: "Not that one. Didn't Liu Xiaoqing's 'Mysterious Buddha' come out recently? Let's go watch that one."

"Oh, that's fine. Wait a minute," Gong Xue looked out the window, "The sun is too poisonous, I'll apply some sunscreen."

Zhu Lin: "Oh my, I only have that much sunscreen left, you save it for me!"

Gong Xue took out a bottle of cosmetics. The bottle was written in English. Both of them were now using foreign cosmetics, all bought by Wei Ming from the Friendship Store with foreign exchange certificates, and all were things that mainland stars had never seen before.

Liu Xiaoqing was very strange. Entering summer, her face and arms were tanned by a degree, but Gong Xue and Zhu Lin were still fair. She didn't see them go out with umbrellas.

Liu Xiaoqing was even more strange about why Wei Ming hadn't come back yet. She was still waiting to talk to him about her research and views on the role of Empress Cixi.

Because she was too anxious, Liu Xiaoqing had visited Wei Jiefang before, but Old Wei said that his son had gone to Hong Kong on official business, and didn't say what specifically.

Some time ago, Liu Xiaoqing saw in the newspaper that Wei Ming had written a song for the British Crown Prince's wedding, and it was said that the British Princess was very grateful to him. It was said that this song was very popular abroad.

Mr. Wei wouldn't have gone abroad, would he? He wouldn't be like Chen Chong, not planning to come back, would he?

Now the mainland people didn't know what Wei Ming was doing in Hong Kong, and reports about the charity concert hadn't come out yet. However, in the Pearl River Delta region such as Shenzhen, this matter had already spread.

Because this area was very close to Hong Kong, they could watch Rediffusion and TVB TV programs by setting up fishbone antennas. Although the signal wasn't that good, it was better than nothing.

"Did you watch TVB yesterday?"

"No, the signal wasn't very good yesterday."

"Oh my, why didn't you watch it? What a pity, what a pity!"

"What program was it yesterday? Could it be the Miss Hong Kong pageant?"

"It's much stronger than Miss Hong Kong wearing swimsuits. It's the Tomorrow Will Be Better charity concert. If you didn't hear it, it's definitely the biggest regret of your life!"

At this time, a third person came over and said: "I didn't watch it yesterday either, but I watched the rebroadcast today. Three parts are destined by heaven, seven parts depend on hard work."

Chorus: "To win, you must fight."

These two people who had watched the concert were like matching secret codes, starting to sing one line after another.

Although they only watched it once, they couldn't sing all the songs, but they could sing the climax of almost every song.

As for the one who hadn't watched this concert, he immediately went home and told his second uncle, who was in the smuggling cassette business, about this matter.

The two reached a conclusion: "If a batch of cassettes of this concert can be brought in, it will definitely sell out!"

At this moment, Wei Ming was visiting the Governor's House with Melinda and Sarah. This was his first time here.

When he traveled to Hong Kong in his previous life, he had passed by here. At that time, it was called Government House, but because it wasn't open to the public, he couldn't go in to see it. This was a building complex with gray roofs and white bodies, and it had a history of 130 years.

At this dinner, everyone mainly talked about music and literature, not politics, which was exactly what Wei Ming wanted.

Music naturally had to talk about "Moonlight Shadow" and "Only Time," while literature naturally had to talk about "The Lion King," which had a heritage relationship with Shakespeare.

This children's work was also quite acclaimed in the British literary world. The theory of "Circle of Life" in the book made this book not only loved by children but also willing to be read by adults.

Wei Ming also brought an English picture book version of "The Lion King" as a gift today, with his autograph.

When they heard that "The Lion King" was about to be adapted into a musical by Webber, the MacLehose couple were very expectant and said they would take their grandson to see it when the time came.

The three of them had afternoon tea at the Governor's House. When they came out, it wasn't dark yet, so he was responsible for entertaining them again, eating some Chinese food, watching a horse race, and only sent them back to the Peninsula Hotel after dark.

As for Zhou Huimin, early in the morning, Zhou Ma took a taxi over and picked her up safe and sound.

When Wei Ming and Melinda were experiencing ultimate bliss in the hotel room at night.

In Yanjing, Liao Gong came out of an office location under the stars and moon, with a piece of calligraphy in his hand.

This was given to little Wei Ming by that person. Even Liao Gong didn't expect that kid to receive such honor and evaluation.

Liao Gong prepared to find someone to mount it and give it to Ma Xiaowei when he came back.

The next day, Wei Ming prepared to set off.

He first went to the Holiland store to say goodbye to Hu Zi.

He had been here for more than half a month this time, but because he was busy with official business, he didn't have time to get along well with the old man. It was truly difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety.

Hu Zi: "Don't talk to me about those useless things. What were you thinking, taking A-Min to a hotel!"

Wei Ming: "She said it, she wanted to stay in a hotel, so I let her experience it, and I didn't stay with her."

"Fortunately, you didn't stay together, otherwise her mother could fight you to the death. Even if you have any ideas, at least wait two years."

Wei Ming was silent and didn't refute, because there must be ideas, but is it still not safe to wait two years?

Hu Zi added: "Before you leave, do you want to go see her? That girl didn't go to class today."

Wei Ming asked: "Zhou Ma isn't at home, right?"

"She is at the new store."

"Alright, I'll go see her now."

Wei Ming's flight was in the afternoon. He had already left time for A-Min, and he didn't even have "Madman Comics."

Seeing Wei Ming come to the door, A-Min hurriedly pulled him in: "No one saw you, right?"

"What's wrong?"

"We are celebrities now, we must pay attention to privacy. Yesterday when I went out, I was surrounded by people asking if I was the girl who sang 'Tomorrow Will Be Better'."

Wei Ming smiled: "I was also recognized by the clerk when I just went to Holiland. It seems I have to change my style in the future."

He hoped to be a celebrity, but he didn't hope to be a celebrity whose face could be recognized by everyone. Showing his face and singing yesterday was a big sacrifice for him.

A-Min took out a large stack of newspapers: "If you didn't come, I planned to go to the airport to see you off. Keep these and read them."

"This is?" Wei Ming saw that it was "Ming Pao" that had just come out today.

"These are all reports about the charity concert I found at the newsstand. Look, even the right-wing newspapers are praising you, and they also say you should choose to stay in Hong Kong."

Stay, break with the north, wouldn't that make him one of their own.

Wei Ming looked roughly at these newspapers. The articles about him and the concert were all marked by A-Min. It seems she had been doing these things before he came.

The little girl was quite good at flirting. Wei Ming was a bit moved. This time when they parted, he took the initiative to hug A-Min.

The sudden intimacy made A-Min feel as refreshing as eating ice cream at noon, and then she also hugged A-Ming, reluctant to let go for a long time.

At the same time, Liao Gong's secretary brought the calligraphy to Rongbaozhai and asked the most professional master there to mount it.

When he saw the name on the signature, the master was stunned.

Looking at the five big characters "Heroes Emerge from Youth," no matter how he looked at it, he felt that four characters were hidden between the lines: "Iron Certificate of Merit"!

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