Entertainment since 1999

Chapter 3 Germination
The railway station was asleep in the dark night.

Han Qiao was carrying a sack, a little wretched, and poked his head around the fence of the train station.

Railway stations in this era are more strictly controlled than those of later generations, but there are loopholes where there are people, not to mention that it is still celebrating the Spring Festival.

Han Qiao found a loophole and entered the waiting hall with the sack on his shoulders.

10:00 p.m. on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
Han Qiao found an inconspicuous corner, put the sack by the wall, and lay down against the sack.

Sleeping in a train station is not uncommon. Han Qiao has slept in many train stations, including BJ, Nanjing, and Shanghai. At that time, the train stations were spacious and bright, cool in summer, cool all night, and there were Internet cafes, instant noodles and ham. Small hotels are much more comfortable.

Except that the small hotel has umbrellas.

But sleeping at the Jinhua Railway Station in 1999, if you want to ask how you feel, there is only one word - it is cold to death.

Han Qiao curled up in a corner, all the clothes in the sack covered his body, it was still cold, this season, it was still winter, and it was cold in the south, no amount of clothes would be worth it.

But his heart is hot. Compared with the cold weather, facing the despair of helpless life is extremely cold.

He closed his eyes and watched the movie in his head.

That's right, this is a newly discovered function after his rebirth, perhaps because he absorbed the soul of the original body, and the two souls caused a qualitative change, causing his previous soul to become something like a hard disk, which can be stored and retrieved, which is also true. It can be regarded as cheating, after all such nonsense as rebirth has happened, what else is unscientific?
The movie Han Qiao watched was "On the Journey".

It's New Year's Eve, don't be happy.

After watching the movie, it was twelve o'clock.

The waiting room was empty.

Han Qiao tightened his clothes and began to think about how to break the situation.

I have seen a lot of entertainment articles in my previous life, some were born in Rome, directly directed the start, and have invested millions of dollars at home, and some have big cheats, one-stop record production, and become little heavenly kings within a few months.

Cool is cool, even if Han Qiao compares himself, it is not practical.

I was not born in a major, and I don't have a network of contacts. After all, the entertainment industry is a circle, and the network resources are an endless loop.

If you are not in the circle, you will not be recommended.

If you don’t write songs, Han Qiao thinks, it’s only 1999, that man hasn’t started yet, and he started with “Blue and White Porcelain”, that’s not enough. Write it yourself today, and tomorrow’s “Blue and White Porcelain” signed by a certain person will be sung all over the country.

Don't say it's impossible, the Internet has just started in this era, information dissemination is slow, and it is easier to breed darkness. Even if there is Internet in later generations, it will not be able to resist Xu Song's becoming Wu Gao.

What's more, the most important thing for a song is to compose music, and he knows how to compose music.

If you don't write a book, "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" will be fried, so I can do it myself.

Han Qiao shivered, it was too cold.

I want to write a book, but I don't have money to buy pen and paper.

too difficult!
Tomorrow I will definitely go, sleep.

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The next day, the sky was not bright yet.

With trembling hands, Han Qiao jumped up and down in front of the dumpling shop.

When I went out, I didn't bring any winter clothes, only a brown sweater with rotten threads, which was a treasure handed down by my elder brother.

Jumping up and down, the body gradually warmed up.

At this time, the sky also began to brighten, and the red clouds spread across the sky.

"Hey, Xiao Han, why are you here so early?" Far away, the aunt's voice was still so bright.

Han Qiao sniffed his nose hard, and his breath became clear. He ran to the aunt's body to take the ingredients, and said cheerfully: "I used to watch other restaurants open at home, and it was too early, so I thought I would come earlier. Let's see if there's anything I can help."

"You child." The aunt squeezed Han Qiao's sleeve, as if pinching a shriveled firewood: "It's cold here in Jinhua, you should wear more, this child is too thin."

"It's okay, you're young, you can resist." Han Qiao smiled honestly, with all eight teeth neatly aligned.

"Okay, let's go in quickly, it's cold outside." The uncle smashed the dry smoke in his mouth, swallowed the clouds, and said.

"Whoa."

The door of the dumpling shop opens, and a new day begins.

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Three in the afternoon.

Dumpling shop customers began to decrease.

The dumpling shop is located at the end of the snack street, relatively far from the train station exit, and the passenger flow has not been much. However, after chatting and understanding, the old couple and their children are abroad, and they do not rely on this to make money themselves, just to pass the time.

Han Qiao is still working hard, with work in his eyes and ideas in his heart, running around, greeting and soliciting customers, which makes the deserted dumpling shop a little more lively.

But in the afternoon, it is still the off-season for dining.

Han Qiao cleaned up the table, washed the dishes in the morning, poked his head to look at the exit, and found that there was no one there.

"Auntie, let me go to the front exit to see when the lie-down car arrives." Han Qiao wrung out the rag, put it on the stove, and greeted Auntie.

The uncle has already gone upstairs to catch up on sleep, and the aunt is folding chopped green onions.

"Xiao Han, you wake up so early in the morning, and you also take a rest."

The aunt was cheerful, she had nothing to worry about, and said with concern.

"It's okay, I've finished packing here too, but there aren't many dumplings, and I may have to make them in the afternoon." Han Qiao is a straightforward boy, honest and honest, he can't lose it.

However, he said that he was busy all morning, and he must let people know what he did, otherwise he didn't do it, Han Qiao took it very seriously.

"Okay, then you go early and come back early. We will cook some dishes in the evening and have fun together."

"Okay." Han Qiao ran out of the dumpling shop, out of aunt's sight, and started looking for the bookstore.

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That's right, bookstores.

Han Qiao thought about it all night yesterday. Writing songs, novels, filming and scripts are unreliable, but writing magazines is quite scientific.

This era is not as convenient as writing a book and submitting a manuscript at a certain point. The current mainstream is still newspapers and magazines.

In fact, as early as 1998, the turtle Zhang Chaoyang returned to China and founded Sohu.com, and the gangster Zhou Antivirus also created the first Internet service 3721. What's even more amazing is that in the same year, a certain comrade Xiao Ma also started a company with four of his colleagues. Dichao, in BJ, a champion in Suqian, also began to lay out carpets.

In 1999, Malaysia in Hangzhou also embarked on a long journey.

The past two years have been the time when the Internet is booming, but capital has not yet entered the market, tying everything.

Big guys mount the enclosure,
Comrade Xiao Han also found a newsstand not far from the exit of the train station.

Han Qiao walked to the newsstand and started flipping through magazines.

Han Qiao rummaged through, but couldn't find any familiar magazines. His plan was to find legends of the past and present. This magazine has great potential. After all, Kunlun wrote very well, but now it's mine.

Feng Ge may also say in the future: "I feel like I've been living in his shadow."

Han Qiao felt guilty for a while.

The man guarding the newsstand was an old man, who was listless when he saw the business coming, and let Han Qiao look through it.

After searching for a long time, Han Qiao finally found a familiar magazine at the very edge.

The cover of the magazine is full of youthful atmosphere. On the blue cover, the word "Sprout" is written in big.

Han Qiao flipped through the "Sprout" magazine, and sure enough, he saw the submission address at the end. He had a good memory, and after writing it down, he asked the old man, "Master, how much is the sprout?"

The uncle pushed his glasses and took a closer look: "Six fast."

I am Nima, really expensive.

Han Qiao took a deep breath. Now a bowl of dumplings costs only [-] cents, and a magazine costs as much as [-] cents.

However, there is a reason why germination is expensive. This magazine was first published in 1956, and now it has been widely circulated among students. The reason why Han Qiao knew it was because the latter magazine cooperated with many universities to hold a new concept essay competition. Han Qiao also participated.

Let's put it this way, Han used to hang out with people like Guo Xiaosi and Han Han.

Han Qiao flipped through the magazine, and found that the published manuscript was still the same, so he felt confident, put down the magazine, and ran towards the dumpling shop.

It's been half a day since I came out, and if I don't behave, there will be no dumplings to eat at night.

With hope in life, Han Qiao also gained strength in running, but within a few minutes, he saw the dumpling shop in the distance.

During this period of time, the number of customers in the dumpling shop also began to increase, and Han Qiao didn't dare to delay, so he hurried over.

(End of this chapter)