The next day happened to be Saturday. Lin Feng took the Sony Walkman he had just bought a few days ago early in the morning, bought two bottles of wine from a roadside grocery store, and went straight to Teacher Wang's house.
"Dangdangdang..."
"Who is it? Are you not allowed to sleep this early in the morning?" Teacher Wang complained in the room.
"Hello, Teacher Wang." Lin Feng looked at Teacher Wang who opened the door and said hello quickly.
"Oh, it turns out that Yuan Hua is here, please come in." When Teacher Wang saw that he was the son of the district chief, he immediately put on a smile and hurriedly let Yuan Hua into the room.
"Teacher Wang, I'm really sorry for coming here and disturbing your rest."
"It's okay. What did you do here today? Why did you bring a gift?" Teacher Wang looked at the two bottles of wine and Sony Walkman in Lin Feng's hand.
"Oh, it's like this, Teacher Wang, this gift is for your child, a Walkman. It can be used by your child when learning English. I brought two bottles of wine for you. I came today mainly because I want to ask you for a gift. thing."
"If you can ask me anything, can't your dad do it for you?" Looking at the gift, Teacher Wang narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"He really can't handle this. I want to learn kung fu from you."
"What kind of kung fu do you want to learn? I teach Chinese, and I'm not a physical education teacher. How can I learn kung fu?" Teacher Wang pretended to be puzzled.
"Teacher Wang, please stop hiding it. I know that your skills are very good. Just tell me if you are willing to teach me. Of course, I will not trouble you for free. How much is the tuition? You have the final say.”
"How do you know I know Kung Fu? I don't think I've shown it." Teacher Wang said with some confusion.
"Teacher Wang, don't worry about how I know it. I just know it anyway." Lin Feng can't say that I saw it in the cinema.
"I can teach you, but you have to keep it secret and you don't have to pay any tuition. In this way, if you really want to learn, get up an hour early every morning and I will teach you in the park next to the school."
"Really? That's great, Teacher Wang. Thank you so much. Do you think I should become a disciple or something? Also, what is the name of our sect?"
"There's no need to become a master. It's no longer popular now. We don't have any sects. Our main skill is Wing Chun."
"Wing Chun? The Wing Chun that Bruce Lee learned? That's great." Lin Feng said with some excitement.
Next, Teacher Wang explained the origin of Wing Chun to Lin Feng, and asked Lin Feng to do Zaimabu for at least an hour every day when he went home. He also guided Lin Feng in the correct posture of Zaimabu, and finally gave Lin Feng a book of human body. Ask him to memorize the acupuncture point atlas when he goes back. When fighting, don't hit the person's vital points.
After saying goodbye to Teacher Wang's house, Lin Feng was still in a very excited mood. Now he had to learn the legendary Wing Chun. Once he learned it, he would not be afraid of even professional boxers, not to mention little gangsters like Chen Kai.
When he got home, he didn't tell his family. Instead, he went back to his room, calmed down, and found the notebook where he copied the songs from his schoolbag. After these days of hard work, Lin Feng had already memorized the hundred songs. I've finished copying it all, and I'm going to register the copyright after lunch.
In order to prevent no one to do the work, Lin Feng also called the secretary of his cheap dad and asked him to tell the people at the Copyright Office that he would register the copyright in the afternoon, and Secretary Li agreed immediately. After making the call, Lin Feng thought again, it seems that he won't be working today on Saturday.
But just after a while, the phone rang at home. It was a deputy section chief of the Copyright Bureau, and Lin Feng was asked to just go to the second-floor office of the Copyright Bureau to find him in the afternoon. After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng sighed in his heart. This right is a good thing. No wonder so many people want to be officials.
While eating, my mother asked me what I was doing in the morning. Lin Feng just said that he went to play with his classmates, but he didn’t dare to say that he went to learn Kung Fu from Teacher Wang. It was about registering copyright. Lin Feng also asked Secretary Li Don't tell anyone, especially your cheap dad, otherwise they will definitely not let you move freely in the name of not doing your job properly.
After eating and resting for a while in the afternoon, Lin Feng rode his bicycle to the Copyright Office and successfully found the deputy section chief named Zhang, because he was the only one working in the whole building.
"Classmate Yuan Hua, right? Hello, hello. Sit down quickly. If you want something to drink, I'll get it for you."
"Uncle Zhang, please stop working. I'm not thirsty. I'm really causing trouble for you today. I have to go to school and usually don't have time, so I'm sorry to trouble you to come to work on Saturday."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll be fine if I stay at home. If you need anything in the future, just call me. No need to be so polite."
"Okay, I'll trouble Uncle Zhang. This is the song I wrote. I want to register the copyright. Could you please take a look at it, Uncle Zhang?" As he spoke, Lin Feng took out his notebook from his bag and handed it over. Gave it to Deputy Section Chief Zhang.
"Okay, okay, let me take a look, is this...all of this?" Deputy Section Chief Zhang said in shock.
"Yes, Uncle Zhang, I wrote these in my free time. I have been writing for several years and I have slowly accumulated so many."
"You deserve to be called Yuan Hua, you are really talented."
"Uncle Zhang, you praise me too much. I just write and play when I have nothing to do. I plan to sing these songs in school. I am afraid of causing unnecessary disputes in the future, so I came to trouble you to register."
"Okay, no problem. How many songs do you have in total?"
"A hundred songs, I rounded up the whole number to get it."
"One hundred songs." Deputy Section Chief Zhang was hesitant to speak. "Here, Xiao Yuan, if you have ten or twenty yuan, my uncle will give you some money and you can do it. But yours costs three thousand yuan. Do you have the money yourself?"
"Is it so expensive? How can I use your money? Well, Uncle Zhang, why don't you help me with it first? I'll go home and ask my mother for some. Plus, I've been frugal these years. The money spent should be enough.”
"Well, I can't help it. The state stipulates that the fee for registering a copyright for a song is thirty yuan."
"It's okay, Uncle Zhang, please excuse me. I'll go home to get the money first."
Of course, when Lin Feng returned home, he didn't go to his mother to ask for money. Instead, he found Yuan Hua's small treasury based on his memory. He counted six thousand yuan, all of which were red envelopes given by people who paid New Year's greetings at home over the years. Lin Feng got a better deal. .
Back at the Copyright Office, Lin Feng bought two packs of cigarettes for Deputy Section Chief Zhang on the way and handed over 3,000 yuan. Lin Feng saw that Deputy Section Chief Zhang had thoughtfully made two copies of his notebook. He kept one copy himself and gave the other copy to Lin Feng, asking Lin Feng to keep the original. And told him that the registration time may be a little long, and it is estimated that the copyright certificate will not be available until next week, and told him that he will call him if the certificate comes.
After coming out of the Copyright Office, Lin Feng looked at the time. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. It was still early. He might as well go and record the accompaniment of a few songs. In the past two days, he only used guitar accompaniment in school, which was really monotonous. According to previous memories, I found a fairly regular recording studio and inquired about how much a song costs 100 yuan.
Lin Feng thought about it for a while outside the door, and finally decided to record it. He planned to record twelve songs first. Of course, it was just a simple recording, and it would definitely not reach the level of release. One thousand and two songs made Lin Feng feel a little painful. I spent nearly 5,000 yuan in one day, and I don't know when the girl will come to my door.
After paying the deposit, Lin Feng started recording. The lyrics and music were handed over to the sound engineer. The songs recorded this time were basically the songs that appeared in the movie. Except for "Meet at 98" and "Nunchaku", after all, the sister has not yet I had a song appointment with myself, so I couldn't release the song in advance. The nunchucks didn't quite suit my style, so I left it to Charlotte.
Lin Feng didn't leave the recording studio the whole afternoon. He even had instant noodles for dinner in the recording studio. After dinner at 7 o'clock, he called home and said that he would be at a classmate's house and couldn't go back until later. He continued recording until the evening. At ten o'clock, after recording a total of six songs, and making an appointment with the people in the studio to continue tomorrow, Lin Feng went home dragging his tired body and smoky voice.
