The First Song. How About a “Red Song”

Zhou Rui returned home with Li Wenqian's cell phone.

His mother was still busy in the kitchen. When she heard the noise at the door, she immediately called out, "The meal will be ready soon. Go wash your hands first!"

"Good!"

After washing his hands and sitting back at the dining table, Zhou Rui could clearly tell that his mother was in a good mood. There was even a big bowl of spareribs on the table. Zhou Rui asked, "Did something good happen?"

Yao Peili casually lifted her hair and said in a nonchalant manner, "Can't we have something delicious if there is no good news?"

After a few seconds, Yao Peili couldn't hold it in any longer and whispered to her son:

"Didn't I call your uncle yesterday? Today, he asked someone he knew, and it turned out that there really was a demolition. Even the higher-ups didn't know about it. When your uncle went to ask, people thought someone had leaked the information."

Zhou Rui twisted his mouth and thought: The reborn person leaked the secret.

Yao Peili continued, "It is said that it will be announced in the second half of this year or next year. Xiaorui, you've done a great job this time. You must thank that classmate later. What's his name? Zhang Quandan?"

Zhou Rui hurriedly said, "What are you thanking me for? I'm not familiar with him; I just overheard it. Besides, you also said that it's still a secret. If I thank him, wouldn't that be a rip-off for him, especially his parents?"

Yao Peili thought this made sense. "That's right. Your uncle also specifically told us not to disclose this matter to anyone before it is officially announced, especially to the surrounding residents. Otherwise, it will bring great resistance to the demolition work."

Yao Peili, being a civil servant, was happy when given a lot but wouldn't make trouble if given a little. She just needed to wait patiently.

But the situation wasn't the same for others. Nail households that demanded exorbitant amounts of money—tens of millions or even hundreds of millions—were common across the country. It was precisely because of the increasing pressure from public opinion on demolition work that many nail households had the confidence to make such exorbitant demands.

Moreover, those who wanted to make trouble, in order to increase their confidence, would "develop" those who didn't want to make trouble.

Therefore, any demolition plans now were kept secret first and then quickly mobilized to cut the Gordian knot. When Zhou Rui's uncle asked someone to inquire about it, the people in the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau were stunned, not knowing where the news had leaked.

Zhou Rui's uncle was warned again and again not to spread the news, or they might just abandon the demolition altogether.

However, even if they had a second brain, they would never have guessed that it was the reborn person who leaked the secret.

All in all, it was a happy event in the family, and a secret happy event, so Yao Peili was in a good mood and cooked two delicious dishes to nourish her son.

While eating spare ribs, Zhou Rui was thinking about how to make some money as soon as possible. Since his mother had confirmed the news, the idea of buying another house should be supported.

The prerequisite, however, was money.

At present, the most reliable path seemed to be music. He had the green entry of [Absolute Musical Sense]. As long as he could supplement his basic music theory knowledge, such as five-line notation, he could restore the songs he heard in his previous life in his mind.

It might not be exactly the same, but he could definitely restore 95% of it.

However, he had never been involved in this business in his previous life, so he didn't know exactly how to turn songs into money.

Writing down what was in his mind into music was just the first step. There were still many complicated steps to getting a fair reward in real money. It was normal for an amateur to ruin both themselves and the song if they weren't careful.

The only method he knew was to register the copyright after writing it and then send it out to companies one by one, like submitting a resume, waiting to be selected.

But in his opinion, that was the stupidest method. No matter how good the song was, it didn't guarantee that it would be selected. Even if it was selected, it didn't guarantee he would make any money.

He had neither connections in the music industry nor an agency. If he wanted to make his first pot of gold, he had to plan carefully.

After dinner, Zhou Rui returned to his room. Instead of doing his homework directly, he took out Li Wenqian's mobile phone, which was covered with crystal stickers.

After school, Zhou Rui had already made an appointment with Li Wenqian to copy her homework tomorrow morning, so tonight he planned to make good use of this rare mobile phone to plan his first pot of gold.

The cell phone had a slight scent. Zhou Rui sniffed it. As a man, he didn't quite understand how the cell phone had been tainted with Li Wenqian's scent.

It can't be that it's marinated, right?

First, he visited the news homepages of websites like Xinlang and Wangyi, and browsed various news from 2009 to understand the current situation and see if there was any inspiration.

At this time, mobile Internet was just starting to emerge, but the main battlefield of the internet was still on the PC side, especially the news section, which occupied an important position in the entire Internet. Various portals had invested a lot of energy into it.

Compared with the "traffic news" of later generations, such as "shocking" and "a woman XXX," and other junk news, the content on various websites at this time was still more serious, and the quality was more reliable.

There was too much information on the Internet, and the mobile network speed was slow, so Zhou Rui was suffering. At that time, there was no such thing as Wi-Fi, and 3G networks were not yet popular.

Sometimes it took more than ten seconds for a webpage to open. What's even more outrageous was that even after Zhou Rui had finished reading the news, the pictures were still scrolling down layer by layer, just like playing Tetris.

The most popular news on the internet at the moment was still about last year's economic crisis. The news was everywhere, and all walks of life were affected.

The subprime mortgage crisis broke out in the United States in 2007 and spread to the world in 2008. In 2009, this economic crisis was still powerful.

As the saying goes, when other countries collapse, the United States reaps the benefits; when the United States collapses, it blames the whole world.

At this time, the domestic GDP had not even surpassed Japan, and there was no confidence at all to be the second largest in the world. The country was still seeking recognition from the international community. Most people had not recognized the moral disguise and flexible double standards of the "foreign masters."

On the whole, the country was still in a stage of finding and proving itself. For example, last year's Beijing Olympics and next year's "World Expo" in Shanghai were all intended to be grand events to improve the international image.

When it came to matters like this, Chinese people always acted most respectfully and seriously.

In other areas, foreign brands still dominated the automobile industry. After so many years of joint ventures, China had not learned any advanced technology. The foreigners made a lot of money but refused to share technology. The idea of ​​exchanging market access for technology had gradually been realized to be a failure.

In terms of aerospace, China was just beginning to make its mark. Chang'e-1 had just landed on the moon, but due to the immaturity of the technology, it was a one-way ticket, and China was still a long way from having an independent space station.

Praising Japan, the United States, Germany, and South Korea was the most popular content on the internet, always causing unconditional reflection in China. This was not acceptable, and that was not acceptable, as if original sin was revealed in the air.

What about giving Chinese and American children a glass of water, what about screws wrapped in oil paper in Qingdao's sewers, what about the perfect system of innate human rights, what about Japanese toilet water being drinkable directly? Whenever public intellectuals dared to brag, there would be people who believed it.

At this time, even "public intellectual" was still a good word.

Zhou Rui felt the disparity between the times and couldn't help but sigh that the country was developing really fast.

He still remembered how scarce material goods were when he first went to primary school. There was a lack of vegetables in the winter, and people couldn't afford fruits in the summer. Many people only earned one or two hundred yuan a month, which wasn't enough to go out for a meal.

By the time he was in high school, most areas had basically been freed from material scarcity, and the eastern region was developing in full swing. Vegetables and fruits were no longer scarce, and cola, juice, milk, and yogurt were no longer luxuries but daily drinks for children.

By the time Zhou Rui was in his thirties, the country had firmly established itself as the world's second-largest economy and was even approaching the first place. It was gradually alleviating poverty at home and demonstrating the demeanor of a great power abroad.

Can you imagine all of this happening within just one generation?

Although in just over thirty years, some people had come to the front and widened the gap between the rich and the poor, some had fallen behind and sunk into the quagmire of society, and some had even violated laws and challenged the moral bottom line.

But this was indeed an era of rapid development and great change.

Unfortunately, at this point in time in 2009, self-esteem and self-confidence were not mainstream ideas. Instead, praising foreign countries and reflecting on oneself were the mainstream consciousness.

The best way to grow was to study abroad, the best way out was to go abroad. Even if you went to wash dishes, you could breathe the sweet air, and giving things to foreigners for free was called "freedom and true love." These ideas were very popular.

Those who wrote as "public intellectuals" but read as "traitors" hid behind the Internet, manipulating public opinion bit by bit, trying to hinder the "rise" while desperately inciting "awakening."

This was the atmosphere Zhou Rui felt on the internet in 2009. The words between the lines of many messages had a strong flavor of this kind.

Suddenly, Zhou Rui saw something different among the vast amount of news.

"This year marks the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The Art Department is launching a solicitation activity for 'National Day Tribute, Singing for 60 Years' to all sectors of society. We welcome everyone in the art community to sign up and participate."

A very rigid, official, unadorned piece of news, with only an email address left below.

But it was located in a prominent place on the homepage. Considering the importance that major portals attached to the "news" section in this era, it should not be a scam.

Zhou Rui looked at the news. The publisher had directly written that it was the 60th Anniversary Art Guidance Working Group.

Is this a collection of "red songs"?

Zhou Rui curled his lips, thinking that it was quite characteristic of the era. In 2009, pop music had already become the world's favorite, and collecting "red songs" was destined to be just the initiating department's self-entertainment.

When he was about to scroll past, Zhou Rui suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an excellent song with a red background. Or, it was a popular song. It became popular because of its "red song" background.

In his previous life, Zhou Rui had been quite surprised when he learned the story behind the song.

A melody emerged from Zhou Rui's heart.

"Go through the crowd, don't stop."

"While we are still looking forward to it~"