The opening song is a hero song, you call this a fresh meat

As Kong Sijin finished his scolding, the entire conference room fell silent.

No one dared to speak for a moment.

This music planner, who had worked for more than 20 years, still had a lot of weight in CCTV's music programs.

At this moment, a cold snort broke the silence.

"Humph! Strength? Does it matter whether you have strength or not? Popularity is enough!"

"Do traffic stars cater to foreigners' aesthetics? Are the fans of those young and handsome men in China also foreigners?"

"This is not called pandering, this is called keeping up with the trend!"

"Don't keep holding on to those old-fashioned ideas. Isn't culture the result of integration? Will Chinese culture never become outdated?"

Everyone in the conference room looked at Xiang Ming in shock, not daring to breathe.

This rhythm......

This is a direct challenge to the right to speak.

Kong Sijin was very angry at Xiang Ming, who had a mustache on the opposite side.

"He stood up with a"whoosh" and pointed at the other party, unable to speak for a long time.

He obviously didn't have a beard, but now he felt his beard standing up.

It wasn't because the other party didn't respect him.

The sentence"Will Chinese culture never become outdated?" deeply hurt this artist who had always had hope for the Chinese music scene.

At this time, the sound of"Tap! Tap! Tap!" of fingers tapping on the table came from the direction of the host seat.

"Xiang Ming, right? How can you talk to your elders like that?"Yang Guoqiang spoke with dignity.

Xiang Ming curled his lips indifferently. In his opinion, these old guys should not interfere.

One retired a long time ago, and the other will retire soon.

Do you know what is a trend?

"Xiao Kong, sit down and calm down."

Yang Guoqiang was not angry at Xiang Ming's indifferent expression, and turned to comfort Kong Sijin.

The latter looked at Old Yang, and his anger was suppressed a lot at this time, and he sat down slowly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was slightly relaxed, Yang Guoqiang said:

"Su Cheng's songs are full of momentum, with sonorous and majestic words, but since he is participating in an international competition, he also has to consider the style."

Looking at Kong Sijin and seeing that he did not refute, he continued,"Think about it, are there any singers among the candidates who are good at singing fast-tempo songs? It would be best if they can bring some popular rap."

Then he looked at Xiang Ming,"But there is one thing that must be guaranteed, that is, the candidate singers cannot have a black history of worshipping foreigners!" Looking around at everyone present, he added,"It would be best if there are works that promote or praise the national spirit!"

It seems that Xiang Ming's words just now also deeply hurt the old man who has retired long ago.

But are there really singers who meet so many conditions?......

Shanghai International Circuit.

Geziqi Music Carnival.

Although Teng Keer's Canglang Band has finished its performance, the scene has once again experienced the baptism of heavy metal.

Many guests have also begun to sing songs on stage.

But there are still many fans of Huang Zaitao and Xiao Martin arguing heatedly.

The scene was very tense.

The same was true in the live broadcast room.

Fans on both sides insisted on their own opinions, and the keyboards were smoking.

One side said that Xiao Martin discriminated against the Chinese and had no professional ethics.

The other side criticized China for having no outstanding works, and the traffic stars only sang foreign songs on stage and insisted that they were their own.

Su Cheng shook his head.

Regardless of whether it was a misunderstanding or not, the organizer has already taken the blame.

Why make a fuss

? Does it have to be about racial discrimination to be over?

Song Jie saw Su Cheng coming, and hurriedly trotted over.

Said loudly:

""Su Cheng, I have discussed it with the organizer, and they agree that you can go on stage last."

After staying near the stage for a whole night, her ears were already buzzing, and the sound unconsciously became super loud.

Seeing Su Cheng nod, Song Jie said again:"The organizer said that you can sing the five songs before, no problem, but if you want to sing other songs, you have to apply for registration first."

Su Cheng frowned when he heard what his agent said.

He went to the recording studio just to record the accompaniment of"Yellow Man".

Now he said he needs to apply for registration?

But he is also prepared, and he has just copied the lyrics in the car.

When he was looking up information during the day, he saw that the cooperation partner of this music carnival was official.

In this case, it is not allowed to sing songs randomly.

Reporting is a basic operation

"Where is the director team of the organizer?"Su Cheng asked while looking towards the stage.

Usually the director team is near the stage.

""Over there!"

Song Jie said, raising her hand and pointing in the direction of the stage.

Sure enough, Su Cheng saw some people wearing headsets busy on the left side of the stage.

They should be the director team.

Su Cheng walked up quickly, ready to ask about the report.

Before he could speak, a man took off his headset and came up to him, saying anxiously

"Mr. Su Cheng, I am the director of the music carnival. You are here. I heard from this girl that you are going to sing a new song?"

Seeing Su Cheng nodded in agreement, he quickly asked:"Is there a recorded version? Can I listen to it first?"

The other party's worry is justified. If the singer sings a song with a wrong outlook on life, it will definitely be a performance accident.

The people who organize the music carnival must take responsibility.

Especially their director team, who might even be punished.

"It's not recorded, only the accompaniment." Su Cheng answered like this, and seeing that the other party seemed to be about to refuse him, he added,"But I copied a copy of the lyrics."

He took out the lyrics he had just written in the car and handed it to him.

The other party took the paper Su Cheng handed over.

The edges were uneven, obviously torn from a notebook.

Seeing the crooked handwriting on the paper, the corners of his mouth twitched.

But he could recognize what was written.

The handwriting of elementary school students is easy to recognize.

After reading it, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration

"This is a really good word, awesome!"

Su Cheng:"......"

What's the difference between this compliment and saying"Fuck"?

"I have a few more in front of me......"Before Su Cheng finished speaking, he saw the director trotting towards the audience with the lyrics in his hand.

There were some middle-aged men in executive jackets sitting in the first row.

They seemed quite stylish.

"Did he report to them?" Su Cheng thought silently as he watched the director's back almost bent.

Soon, the director came back jogging.

Pointing at the rapper who was still singing hard on the stage, he said,"Mr. Su Cheng, they've finished their performance, you go up."

He put on the headset and said,"Stage director, the next guest to go on stage will be Su Cheng, and the other programs will be postponed in turn!"

Su Cheng looked puzzled. Didn't he say he would be the last one to go on stage?

How could he cut in line?

The director looked at Su Cheng and explained:

"The leaders were ready to leave, but after reading your lyrics, they wanted to stay and listen!"