Chapter 2057

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

On the spot, applause once again!

This time, their applause is very pure, and everyone's face has a trace of admiration.

Because they know that it is very difficult for a songwriter to create such a song that can contain so much cultural content.

I'm afraid few of the entertainment workers on the scene can create it.

This applause is worth it!

After Liu Zixia stepped off the stage, Yang Jun stepped on the stage and said to everyone with a smile, "do you recognize the people who just stepped on the stage?"

"Liu Zixia!"

All the people at the scene answered with one voice.

Yang Jun is too funny. I'd like to ask about the well-known things.

"Yes, he is Liu Zixia, who is known as an immortal of music in China."

Yang Jun nodded and said: "this song is really suitable for the situation. It not only makes our friends in neon country feel the charm of our Chinese language, but also heats up the atmosphere of the scene. Strike while the iron is hot. Next, let's welcome..."

On the stage, Yang Jun began to nurse, while Liu Zixia returned to his position in the hall.

make love!

Liu Zixia was welcomed by a burst of warm applause.

The twenty or thirty people in front of the long table, including Zhou Wenqiang and Hirayama, all clapped their hands.

Liu Zixia bowed himself for the third time to express his thanks.

Hirayama said with admiration, "Mr. Liu, did you create this song?"

"Yes." Liu Zixia sat down and said apologetically, "because the time is in a hurry, the accompaniment is not perfect. Please don't blame me."

After listening to Liu Zixia's words, Lang Wenxing and Lin Xuefeng were not surprised.

Because this is Liu Zixia's character, no matter when he is very modest, and never see where he is arrogant or arrogant.

But these neon people don't know. There are many neon people who have high attainments in music.

Although they are not Chinese, they know something about Chinese culture.

In their opinion, this song is a first-class one that they never tire of listening to, and they don't recognize any imperfections.

Therefore, they think that Liu Zixia is very artificial, which is an artificial gesture.

"Mr. Liu is really joking. If this song is not perfect, is there any perfect song in Huaxia? If I had, I would have been at that level! "

The speaker is a handsome young man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, thin, with half long hair curled up slightly, and very neon.

This person's name is mijin Xuanshuai, male singer, songwriter and arranger of neon country.

In 2012, he began to sing his own songs. The next year, he officially appeared on the market. Those who have won the neon public credit list album for many times, such as the awards in the neon Record Awards, are often on the list.

It can be said that miajin Xuanshuai is one of the most popular male singers in neon country, and that kind of popularity is no less than Liu Zixia and Huaxia!

Liu Zixia looked up at Mi Jin Xuanshuai.

This guy still has some brains. On the surface, he is praising Liu Zixia, but in fact, he is saying that there is no better song for Huaxia, which means "pointing fingers at mulberry and cursing locust".

What's more, if these words are listened to by those small-minded musicians, and then stir up the flames in the circle, won't Liu Zixia become the target of public criticism?

What's the meaning of the following sentence?

Clearly in the show, this Mi Jin Xuan Shuai can also create such a song!

"I'm afraid I can't agree with that, Mr. mizin."

Liu Zixia shook his head and said, "in China, there are too many musicians who are better than me in composing words and music. I'm nothing but a skin.".

Besides, before I started my career, we had a lot of perfect songs in China, such as "I and my motherland" and "toast song" by Huang Lao. Compared with such songs, what is my song

Small sample, also want to set up for Liu Zixia, think a little too much.

"Yes, we have a large population in China. Even if there are only a few outstanding musicians in a year, how many outstanding musicians have we accumulated over the years?"

Lang Wenxing took over the conversation and said, "of course, Mr. mizin's level is also top in neon country. We are very happy to be on par with you."

When it comes to the back, Lang Wenxing's words are a bit ironic.

Think about it. China has a vast territory and a large population. How many people are there in your tiny country?

Can your fans compare with Liu Zixia's fans in China?

Lang Wenxing's words made mizin Xuanshuai's face sink.

He didn't think about the next floor. He just thought it was a shame to be in line with Liu Zixia's name!

"Mr. mizumun, Gongbao diced chicken and fish flavored shredded pork are very good. Would you like to add some dishes?" Hirayama saw that miajin Xuanshuai's face changed, so he put him away.

He can see clearly now that they are not Liu Zixia's opponents, no matter what they fight for before. In addition to Lang Wenxing's stick, they are the ones who bring shame on themselves in the end.

Instead of this, it's better to just shut up. If there's any contradiction or resentment, bear it first!

When everything is arranged, it's time to settle accounts with Liu Zixia.

……

Jinghua, the performance on the stage continues.

A well-known first-line and second-line tycoon from China came to the stage one after another.

However, these performances have nothing to do with Fang Jinliang.

Since he came back from Sanya, Fang Jinliang has completely let go. Every day, apart from going to bars and accompanying his sister, he takes a group of friends to dance at home.

That daily life, is really quite moist!

At the moment, under the quiet light of No. 63 villa in Chiba villa area, a black Bentley is like a ghost, quietly parking at the roadside.

Through the window, you can just see the lights in the villa.

In the living room on the first floor, neon lights are flashing and music is heard from time to time.

You know, Chiba villa is a high-end villa area, walls, roofs... Are equipped with sound insulation cotton, anti noise wall.

In this case, there can be a weak sound, which shows how loud the music in the room is.

"Chairman, don't you go in?"

In the driver's seat of Bentley, a young man with a scar under his right eye, said in a low voice to the back of the car: "Xiao Liang should be in the villa."

"In this case, how can I get in?"

In the back seat of Bentley, a middle-aged man in a suit, with a national face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and some short whiskers on his chin, said:

"Fang Heng, you call Fang Zhuo and ask him to call out the rabbit, son and son to me."

"Yes."

The driver named Fang Heng nodded and took out his mobile phone to play a phone number.

Two people simply said two words to hang up the phone.

After a minute, the electric door of villa 63 was opened, and then Fang Zhuo, a tall, square faced and broad nosed man, ran quickly.

"Chairman."

Fangzhuo ran straight to the back window of Bentley, and the back window came down.

When the car window dropped to half, the middle-aged man frowned and said, "Fang Zhuo, didn't you tell me to call that rabbit out? How did you come by yourself? "

Fang Zhuo, with a embarrassed expression on his face, said, "well, chairman, you'd better go in and have a look yourself."