80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

With a piece of grilled sausage in his hand, Zheng Mingming looked at the boy holding the guitar on the stage of the small theater and blamed Suno with his elbow: "How about it, isn't your new deskmate handsome enough?"

Sunuo looked at Chen Guodong who played and sang on the stage, too.She really didn't expect Chen Guodong to sit on the stage quite well, especially with the drooping eyelids watching the guitar in his hand, it was so easy to see the flying.

"I found out by accident. He has been singing here for several days. I have asked the people here and said that he will come almost as soon as the holiday comes." Zheng Mingming finished speaking and took another bite of the sausage.

"Is he short of money?" Suno was also strange.

Su Nuo suggested Zheng Mingming open a small supermarket, but he had to wait until the summer Mingming graduated from junior high school.So Chen Guodong's dad still drove auto repair in front of the school and still had no business.

Just to see his son often, so I rented a house all day long without business, so Chen Guodong would still be short of money, so he came here to sing?

Zheng Mingming, the little know-how, immediately said in a low voice: "I heard that his mother is not in good health. But he divorced his father again and refused to use his father's money. He is singing here, but it seems that he has no money."

This small theater can be regarded as a grass-roots group, where young people sing, dance, and dance. It is regarded as the first group of people who catch up with popular music in the 1980s.

In Suno's memory, there are indeed a few small singers in this city who have gone out of karaoke and disco to become famous.

But there is no such individual as Chen Guodong in her memory, which means that Chen Guodong can't sing much.

Seeing Chen Guodong's focus on singing, listening to the light guitar and pure and clean singing, Su Nuo suddenly had an idea.

"Zheng Mingming, would you like to sing?" Su Nuo remembers that Zheng Mingming's voice is also quite good. She also likes to imitate Andy Lau in singing, which is 80% of her imagination.

"Ah? Sing with him?" Zheng Mingming curled his lips, "Refused. He is much thinner than my waist. I went up and stood on a piece of fat."

"Sing each one." Su Nuo glanced at Chen Guodong on the stage again, and said: "How about I pack you two and become your agent?"

"What's an agent? Did you follow the celebrity and help carry the luggage?" Zheng Mingming asked after eating the sausages.

"That's an assistant. I am responsible for arranging announcements, contracting, and crisis public relations for you. In short, I help you make money." Suno explained briefly.

At this time, Chen Guodong just finished singing. He stood up and bowed to the sparsely crowded audience, and then went down holding the guitar.

Sunuo Yila Zheng Mingming: "Follow me and catch up with him quickly."

"Just wait here, he'll come over here in a while." Zheng Mingming stood still, and it seems that Chen Guodong's movements have really been felt in the past few days.

Sure enough, after waiting for less than ten minutes, Chen Guodong carried the piano case on his back and pushed out an old-fashioned 28 bicycle.

Chen Guodong obviously also knew that Zheng Mingming would be here, so he deliberately didn't look here, and he would ride away when he got in the car.

Su Nuo quickly yelled: "At the same table."

Chen Guodong's feet stomped empty on the pedals, and his body tilted so that he could support the ground with his feet.

"At the same table, I have something to tell you." Su Nuo immediately ran over and said straightforwardly: "I'll be your agent. Let's go out to get a vote before."