Just when netizens in the mainland were filled with outrage, someone suddenly posted a Weibo message, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Hey, that's not right! Although none of our mainland musicians have composed Cantonese songs, some of them made their debut in Hong Kong! For example, Lin Kun and Zhang Yayun, their Cantonese skills must be fine! But why are they doing this now? Won’t you stand up? Now that our mainland music circle has been so criticized, are they just going to be a coward?”
As soon as this Weibo post was posted, it immediately aroused attention and heated discussions among netizens.
In the 1980s and 1990s, it was the golden age of the entertainment industry in Hong Kong. Both the film industry and the music industry, to a certain extent, have to be at the forefront of the mainland entertainment industry.
Many singers who did not get good opportunities in the mainland chose to debut in Hong Kong.
After all, this can be regarded as a shortcut. For example, Lin Kun and Zhang Yayun, who are now ranked first among diamond artists, are the most representative figures among them.
For them, Cantonese can be said to be their second language. Whether singing or writing is definitely not a problem.
After seeing this Weibo post, many netizens have realized this and posted on Weibo about the two big stars Aite. Some angry youths were following these two celebrities at this time, and then sent them a large number of private messages on Weibo.
"There's nothing wrong with that! Teacher Lin Kun, Teacher Zhang Yayun, it's up to you!"
"Come on! Fight hard against this shameless Xiangjiang guy! It's up to you to restore the dignity of our mainland music circle!"
"Damn you for calling this old bastard so arrogant! Teacher Lin Kun will teach you how to behave in minutes!"
In Lin Kun's villa.
Lin Kun had already gotten up at this time and opened Weibo on his mobile phone at the suggestion of his agent.
Soon, under the guidance of his manager, he discovered the Weibo post Luo Xu had posted before, as well as the Weibo post that had just caused an uproar on Weibo.
When he first saw Luo Xu's Weibo, Lin Kun was still a little sleepy.
But when he saw the later Weibo post that was suspected of being very heart-wrenching, his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and he suddenly woke up from his nap.
Immediately, he turned around and glanced at the agent standing not far away in confusion, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Isn't this Damn really shot while lying down
At this time, Lin Kun glanced at the time when this Weibo post was posted, and his heart suddenly felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses running past -
"I think it's best for you to follow the public opinion and respond to Luo Xu on Weibo. In this case, you will be more popular with the people in the future development. Even your artist rating ranking can rise a little -"
The agent glanced at Lin Kun at this time and said with some hope.
Hearing this, Lin Kun couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
But his brows quickly wrinkled, and he said with some worry: "But - this Luo Xu is a very influential music producer in the Hong Kong music scene. If I offend her at this time, I'm afraid I will commit suicide." In the Hong Kong music scene—"
After hearing Lin Kun's words, the agent's brows also frowned slightly. But Lin Kun's popularity is too big, and he cannot easily reprimand this big star.
"Are you worried that if you can't compose a better song than Luo Xu?"
Although he was dissatisfied, he was not willing to give up easily.
"Well-"
Lin Kun was stunned at this time, scratched his head and said: "I'm not too worried about this. The fundamental reason is actually-he has a good personal relationship with me-"
After hearing Lin Kun's words, the agent suddenly fell silent.
However, just when the atmosphere was getting awkward, Lin Kun's phone suddenly rang. When he looked, Zhang Yayun's name was displayed on the screen of the phone.
…
"Hey, this world is really amazing! I didn't expect that the story that originally existed on that plane actually exists on this plane!"
Just when the entire music circle was going crazy, Qin Hao was leisurely reading the short story that went viral on WeChat Moments. What made him even more incredible was that this little story also had a similarly touching story in his original dimension.
The two stories are almost identical except for the names of the male and female protagonists in the story. Even Qin Hao looked a little ridiculous.
However, he didn't have much doubt about this matter, because what happened to him could be said to be the biggest joke played by fate.
After sighing slightly, he put down the phone. After all, he had read this story in his previous life, and now that he was reading it, his resistance became much stronger.
However, just as he was about to continue working, his personal cell phone rang. He took it out and saw a number that seemed a bit unfamiliar.
This number is his private number. Except for some friends and relatives, it is impossible for others to know it.
After a slight hesitation, Qin Hao answered the phone.
Before he could speak, he heard a timid voice coming from the microphone: "Is this Teacher Qin Hao? I am Han Xue, assistant to Director Zhang, the director of CCTV Spring Festival Gala - I am taking the liberty to call you this time. I want to inform you about something—"
Immediately afterwards, Han Xue recounted to Qin Hao the Weibo post that had just been updated on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.
When Qin Hao heard the news, he couldn't help but be a little stunned, thinking that this was something he couldn't refuse.
He was just trying to increase his presence when the CCTV Spring Festival Gala made such a fool of himself. Could it be that just when I was about to sleep, someone eagerly brought me a pillow
Just when Qin Hao was thinking wildly, the voice on the phone rang again: "Teacher Qin Hao, when you come to the Spring Festival Gala stage, you must sign your name for me. I am your die-hard fan! Sister Wang Lin and the others are all Anyone who knows me—"
"A Cantonese song with a love theme?"
While muttering to himself, Qin Hao glanced around and happened to see the cell phone with the screen still on on the desk, and his eyes gradually lit up.
"Okay, that's it! I'm definitely determined to attend the Spring Festival Gala this time!"
When he understood the whole story, a sneer appeared on his lips.
"This old boy is quite crazy! Who the hell says that no one in the mainland can make good Cantonese songs?"