"Dad, why do I feel like I'm singing you?" Before He Wanrong's song was finished, the old leader's youngest daughter stood up.

At this time, the old leader was wearing a hearing aid and staring at the TV. "Yes", it was just a simple word.

"Grandpa, I think this song is very good." The old leader's grandson lay on the old man's knee and raised his head.

"Dad, isn't this song a bit unserious? Even if you want to boast and praise, you can't be so casual." The old leader's eldest son supported his body from the sofa leaning against him and sat upright.

"Concentrate on watching TV", the old man's deep eyes did not leave the TV screen behind his presbyopian lenses.

After He Wanrong's song ended, after bowing and leaving the audience with the long-lasting applause, the old man took off the reading glasses on his nose.

"Xiao Rong, please call me and ask who reported this song and who approved it." The master raised his right hand holding reading glasses and pointed at his little daughter.

"Dad, you don't want to criticize anyone, right? This is pretty good, it means the people love you." Xiaorong saw that the old man had no expression on his face, and thought he was going to find someone to get angry.

If the old man answered yes, then Xiaorong would help persuade him and say a few good things. No matter how you say it, it is not a bad thing.

"If you ask, ask, where are there so many questions? Can't I call myself?" The old man threw his glasses on the mahogany coffee table in front of him.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask, I'll ask right away, this is OK." After saying that, Xiao Rong quickly walked from the living room to the inner room to make a phone call.

At this moment, I don’t know how many people in the country are silent in this song, especially in cities like Pengcheng and Haizhu in the south, and of course, some cities in Qianzhou. Many people walked out and set off firecrackers and fireworks to express their gratitude for this era.

People in these places have the deepest feelings about the artistic conception in the song. Even in Pengcheng, there are private business owners with tears in their eyes. In their hearts, without the old man, there would be no rich life they are now. Without him, the whole country would not have had such earth-shaking changes. People remember this short and kind old man in their hearts, and people thanked and respected him to their hearts, including the pirate of this song, Chen Kangjie.

"Dad, dad, I found out, guess who wrote this song, I guarantee you can't guess it." In less than a few minutes, Xiaorong ran out of the inner room full of joy.

"Who, didn't I ask you to ask who reported it and who approved it?" The old man was not the one who was interested.

"It's really boring. The person who approved it was Zhao Gang, deputy director of the Propaganda Department. As for who reported it, I won't say it. You guess it's the songwriter of this song." Xiao Rong pouted and showed certain discoits for the old man's disagreement.

"Songwriter, what I just saw was a big potato written on the subtitles. Who is this big potato?" The old leader's eldest son took over the conversation.

The old leader pondered for more than ten seconds before speaking, "I know who it is, this little guy is playing the piano randomly."

"Old man, who is it? You know it." The old leader's wife is more likely to become interested.

"Of course I know it, not only I know it, but you know it too. The mutton I ate two days ago was given to this little guy." The old man seemed to be talking, but everyone already understood it.

"Dad, how did you guess it was him? Tell me, how did you guess it." Xiao Rong, who had just known the answer, didn't understand why the old leader knew that it was Chen Kangjie so quickly.

Of course she didn't know. The old leader was just recalling who this big potato was. He always felt familiar. Later, he finally remembered that this was Chen Kangjie's stage name.

Many of Chen Kangjie's backgrounds have information in hand, which is collected by relevant parties, including the materials for Chen Kangjie to publish songs with the stage name "Big Potato". The old man patiently read these materials carefully from beginning to end, so with a little meeting, it is not difficult to know that it is Chen Kangjie's masterpiece.

"This guy loves to eat potatoes, which is what we call potatoes." The old man did not tell Chen Kangjie's information about him, but lied cutely.

"Tsk, why do I think? It turns out you were confused." Xiaorong felt like she was fooled.

"Xiaorong, this song was really written by Xiaojie's child." For insurance, the old lady decided to confirm it again.

"Yes, I just called to the TV station. It was Director Li who answered the phone in person. He told me that it was a song written by Xiaojie and approved by Minister Zhao himself." Xiaorong wanted to show off, but she failed. She was "hidden" by the old man. The passion just now disappeared and she sat down lazily.

"This child is really talented," the old lady praised with a smile and loving heart.

"You guys watch TV, I'll call this little devil." The old leader stood up on the edge of the sofa, threw a word and went to the inner room to call Chen Kangjie alone.

Seeing the old man enter the inner room, the family outside looked at each other, not knowing what would happen to the two old and young people.

"Lao Wen, Lao Wen, phone number,." Chen Kangjie was setting off fireworks with his sisters in the yard outside the house. Chen Qigang stood at the brightly lit door and shouted loudly.

"Dad, who's calling me so late? Could it be that I'm not going to pay New Year's greetings? Haha, Chen Kangjie was having fun and jogged to Chen Qigang.

"The old leader is called, go to my study to pick it up," Chen Qigang said in a low voice.

When Chen Kangjie learned that it was the call from the old man, he knew what was going on.

Chen Kangjie tiptoed to Chen Qigang's study and lifted up the connected phone. Chen Qigang hung up the phone, and followed Chen Kangjie immediately afterwards. He wanted to "monitor" what Chen Kangjie would talk to the old leader.

"These two fathers and sons really don't know what to do. It's a mysterious thing to answer a call." Chen Kangjie's sneaky Chen Qigang and his son, Ma Fangqin complained, but soon put it behind his mind and stood up to the kitchen to get late for the children.

"Happy New Year, old man, why are you so polite? Before I could call you and grandma to greet you and I, you called in a hurry. How dare I behave?" Chen Kangjie picked up the phone and didn't have the song.

Chen Qigang didn't expect that this was the phone call between his son and the old leader. He was so shocked that he quickly covered his mouth with his hands. If he could, he wanted to criticize Chen Kangjie. How could he be so disrespectful to the leader? Chen Kangjie smiled at his father's actions, shook his hand, and told him not to do anything randomly.

"I wish you a happy New Year, you think beautifully, and I honestly explain why I suddenly wrote such a song? I actually had a way to get it at the Spring Festival Gala." The old man seemed to have no intention of joking with Chen Kangjie.

"I thought why? I admire you. Besides, I didn't write it suddenly. I have wanted to write it for a long time. I have been planning for a long time. How about it? It's okay. As for being able to be on the Spring Festival Gala, it also means that it's the voice of the masses, and the heroes' views are just the same, haha," Chen Kangjie showed off half-truth and half-fake.

"It's okay, I don't need such a personality cult. You're so embarrassed to laugh. The propaganda department also plays the piano randomly, but they don't even tell me in advance." The old man wanted to criticize a few words, but he couldn't hold his face down no matter what.

"What is personality cult? I am spontaneous worship. This is the true voice of our people. This is not something you can always control. Preventing people's mouths is better than defending rivers. You can't stop them. It's a necessity of history. Do you know? I am keeping a photo of you when you went abroad at the age of 17," Chen Kangjie argued.

Chen Kangjie's last sentence was real. Before he was reborn, he had that very famous photo, and he bought it at the book market for two yuan. After rebirth, Chen Kangjie still got a photo as usual, and even specially made a photo frame to put it on his desk.

Chen Kangjie said that, the old man really couldn't criticize anything seriously, "Be careful, I will punish you."

"Haha, it's probably a bit difficult. I'm not a party member and I can't abide by the party discipline. I'm not an official. You can't dismiss me, and I'm not even old to accept legal treatment. I don't need to bear legal responsibility." Chen Kangjie said so hard that he played a rogue.

"You,,, you are using strange things to me." Chen Kangjie said the truth. The old man really has no good way to deal with it for the moment.

"Old man, haha, you are so happy. I'm always joking with you. I'm just a song that reflects the people's ideas. It's not written by me. It's not a political task. I'm in my heart. Justice is in the heart. You, don't mind that much. Listen to the voices of the masses. If the masses like this song, it means that the masses support the various policies currently adopted by the central government. This is a good thing. History requires thousands of people to write. Everyone is very motivated and our modernization construction will be on the fast lane." Chen Kangjie in turn persuaded.

"I'm pretty good at speaking. I'm just this time, so I won't be the example." I don't know which words Chen Kangjie moved the old man, making him soften his tone.

"One hundred percent lower than the example," Chen Kangjie slapped his chest with a loud bang.

It goes without saying that there is only one song that can be borrowed. Chen Kangjie has not yet reached the point where he creates high-quality works alone, or is not so patient and calm down to create them. How come there is another example?

The old man originally wanted to call the publicity department and say a few words, but then he thought about it and let it go.

Chen Kangjie has solved the problem of the old man, and it is time to solve his father again.

"You wrote the song on TV just now." After listening to Chen Kangjie's simple description, Chen Qigang was a little unbelievable.

"Yes, otherwise why would the old man call in the middle of the night?"
Chapter completed!