That day was Sunday, and on the rooftop of a building, a group of people from the Fulong Company compound were also shocked.
"I didn't expect Teacher Qin's father to be so famous!" Yu Xiao opened his eyes wide.
"Qin Keguang, I've heard of him! I remember my dad used to have a cassette of his! Many people in their era should know about him!" Liu Ying shook her head in disbelief, "No wonder Teacher Qin is so good!"
Yao Beibei showed a reserved yet proud smile on her face, "So, the music master's daughter was actually our teacher... How lucky!"
It was close to eleven o'clock at this time, and the shock caused by Qin Keguang's appearance had already reached a scale. Yang Xia tuned the frequency band to Southeast Radio, which had previously interviewed Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua. As expected, Wang Zhonghua appeared again at this time.
Through the radio waves, his cadenced voice came again, "Actually, I respect Mr. Qin Keguang very much and acknowledge his achievements... I also deeply admire his behavior, because when a father is willing to risk half his life's reputation and artistic ethics, this behavior is great... However, fatherly love is like a mountain, but if this love becomes blind love, it is also very sad."
"We often see many examples of second-generation rich people squandering their wealth, or sons of heroes being bastards. The older generation built monuments with their blood, sweat and tears, and this must be acknowledged. However, the younger generation who grew up under the protection of their powerful parents are often the least responsible and the most spoiled generation. Many times, the reputation and blood, which the older generation worked so hard to build, are always squandered by such descendants."
Wang Zhonghua emphasized, "You can't say that your father is a great musician, and the next generation will definitely be heroes, while we musicians who are still working hard to build our own careers, and craftsmen like Zhao Le, are just looking forward to plagiarizing you high-ranking butchers!"
"You can't say that just because you got ahead of others in registering the copyright, you can openly use your power to seize other people's wisdom and hard work! Yes, in terms of professionalism, we may never be as good as you! Because we musicians are so sincere that we rushed to register before we even thought of composing a song. In this regard, we musicians who have just started our careers are certainly not as experienced as you who have been famous for a long time!"
Wang Zhonghua paused, then said in a tactful but pointed way, "Finally, I just want to say that if Master Qin Keguang must use his reputation and status in the music industry to protect his daughter and bully the pioneers of new music, I just hope that Master Qin is old and confused. I really don't want to see such a respected master become infamous because of this wrong thing."
"This is so shameless!"
The young men in the Fulong Company compound were dumbfounded, their fists clenched tightly, and veins on their foreheads bulged. Even though they were not the person involved in Qin Xizhen's case, they were still furious at Wang Zhonghua's words.
The key point is that they were eyewitnesses of Zhao Le's plagiarism incident during the summer vacation. Because they knew the ins and outs, they understood how cunning and heartbreaking Wang Zhonghua's words were at this moment.
They deeply felt the cunning and malice of the adult world. If they had not experienced it themselves, they would probably be misled by Wang Zhonghua's words, because the story of a father who is a hero and a son who is a jerk can make some people who hate the high and mighty authority and these second-generation stars jump up and down.
The cleverness of Wang Zhonghua lies in that he never doubted Qin Keguang's authority and did not choose to confront him head-on. However, from the beginning to the end, he was deliberately leading people in the direction of Qin Keguang protecting his son, revealing his identity, using his background energy, and suppressing others with his extremely high artistic prestige.
Before Qin Xizhen had any identity or background, they completely blocked her and used the authority of the right to speak to suppress her. When Qin Xizhen's father stood up and stood with the unquestionable majestic posture of a mountain, they turned around and portrayed themselves as weak and the other party bullying others with power. They constantly tripped Qin Keguang up and established a tragic fatherly image for him. He had artistic achievements and he loved his daughter, but his daughter was not doing well, but he still loved her foolishly. It was really sad and lamentable.
When everyone thought this way, it is conceivable that Qin Keguang would be in a difficult situation to clarify.
They are very good at using this method.
Even if they confront each other tonight, with Wang Zhonghua's eloquence, he would have already prepared countless plans to deal with Qin Keguang's possible attack.
The young men from the compound who were standing on the rooftop of the building saw the city, like the dark clouds above their heads, surging and closing in from all directions.
An inevitable collision is about to happen.
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With the passing of time, everything that is happening in the mountains and seas and the final duel are approaching.
The music festival started at 2:30 as usual, but from the moment it started, everyone who was paying attention to the end of the music festival felt like they were living a year. Yu Xiao received a pager from Cheng Ran, and a group of young men from the compound gathered around him, but after carefully reading the content of the pager, they were all confused and looked at each other, "Help hand out flyers... What does that mean?"
After lunch in the afternoon, a small team of children from the compound led by Yu Xiao gathered outside the venue according to Cheng Ran's instructions over the phone.
Yang Xia, Liu Ying, Yao Beibei, and Xie Dong, Zhang Xin, Zhou Bin and other people who were dragged here like conscripts, they were a group of people who used to play well with them.
There are a lot of them, there are ten of them now.
In fact, this weekend, along with Qin Xizhen's appearance at the music festival, the students in the No. 1 Middle School privately discussed this matter on the phone.
They saw Cheng Ran walking out of the main venue, grabbing a bunch of work ID cards and hanging one around each person's neck.
There were constant dinging sounds on the road over there. A cape tricycle loaded with printed materials rode over. Cheng Xiang sat on the wide side guardrail of the first one. He came closer, jumped off, turned around and said, "Come on, the playlists are all here!"
At this time, the sun was setting and the clouds were drifting away. In the venue behind us, there was only music and occasional noise. But after all, it was the last day of the music festival, and the momentum was obviously not as good as the previous two days.
Cheng Ran instructed everyone to help move the song list to the backstage and distribute it after Qin Xizhen came on stage.
The sun set and the city lights came on, with lights shining from the huge metal roof of the stage onto the stage of the main venue. The sky was a little overcast and dark clouds were gathering over the city. Electric snakes were roaming over the clouds, and then suddenly there was a bolt of thunder, a white light flashed, and a moment later a rumbling sound rolled across the sky.
In the main venue of the music festival, some people looked up and felt the rising humidity in the air, "It's going to rain!"
The weather forecast actually indicated that it would be cloudy and turn to showers today.
Umbrellas were opened one after another, dotted in the venue.
The clock struck half past seven, and with only two singers left, the show was about to come to an end.
At this moment, Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le were already sitting in the guest seats under the canopy of the gymnasium. Wang Zhonghua was in the front row. He stretched out his hand and just caught the rain falling from the sky from the end of the canopy. He said, "This rain really came at a very timely moment..."
"It's drizzling now. Judging from the weather, it may get heavier soon. I wonder how many people will be left when Qin Xizhen goes on stage..." Zhao Le looked at the main venue below, "What is this, the right time and place?"
Wang Zhonghua said calmly, "After all, it's the last day, so there won't be as much fanfare as the first day. Anyway, the first day is the golden time, and the topic and heat generated by your performance will last for a long time, which will be of great benefit to the promotion and publicity in the future."
Wang Zhonghua said, looking at the venue, and said calmly, "Humans are animals that pursue novelty. They are full of energy at first, then weaker, and finally exhausted. At the end of the music festival, people's enthusiasm is gradually consumed. What can Qin Xizhen do if he stands up at this time?..."
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"It's raining! There are too few people!" Qin Xizhen and his group had already reached the backstage. Ning Yuan was gloomy and said, "Will everyone leave soon?"
After Ning Yuan's words, the entire band became worried.
A stadium that can accommodate tens of thousands of people can only hold a few thousand people at this time. If it were placed on a school playground, it might be a lot, but in the stadium that serves as the main venue, it pales in comparison.
"The number of people attending our previous performance at the branch venue wasn't this high. Just make do with it." Qin Xizhen encouraged everyone.
"What I'm most worried about is that it will continue to rain, or even rainstorms. That would be dangerous!" Shanan Luomu said, "I'd get soaked by the rain, and the weather in the mountains and seas would be cold in the morning and evening. The wind would be very strong! It would make me feel very uncomfortable. I would want to go home quickly to change clothes and dry them!"
As time passed, they could only pray that the rain would subside or stop, but the rain seemed to be getting heavier, and it seemed to be gradually wearing away their will to fight.
Without an audience and unable to exert influence, even if they can fight back and refute, it would be like roaring into an empty mountain, and all they would get is an empty and insubstantial echo.
That was the moment of true despair.
Their efforts, Qin Xizhen's persistence in not giving up, and everything Qin Keguang did were in vain.
"Wait a minute!" Ning Yuan suddenly shouted, stretched out her hand and pointed to the distance, "Look!"
Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a group of people appearing at the entrance of the guild hall.
It looked like a group of young people. Perhaps they came in a hurry and did not bring umbrellas, but they basically used their clothes turned upside down to cover their heads. They poured in from the door, talking and laughing, and kept looking towards the main stage.
It’s just one group of people, but it’s also more like a beginning.
The rain was getting heavier, but surprisingly, as it got closer to 8:30, the number of people in the venue increased instead of decreasing.
Even though the grass was muddy and walking was inconvenient, as if it was an agreement, more and more people came in as they got closer to the final show.
People were holding umbrellas, or simply covering their heads with plastic bags, or using their coats to create a small canopy. There were couples, groups of three or five, or solo travelers.
Clusters, groups, rows.
in all directions.
The originally large stadium lawn was occupied by a sparse number of people, but gradually more and more people gathered in the rain.
Wang Zhonghua's Zhao Le's expression began to change.
Ning Yuan, Liu Pei, Shanan and Luo Mu hugged each other excitedly, "People are coming! People are coming!"