The female host, hearing the screams from the scene, showed an awkward smile.
Many stars had come to this event, but many of them were from the film and television circles, here to rub shoulders for traffic.
Jiang Hua had some traffic on him.
But compared to real traffic stars, it was negligible. A single song could spark nationwide discussion.
Even kindergarten kids were imitating it.
A single line: "What are you doing? Ouch!" directly became legendary on the spot, rushing to the top of the hot search.
In a week, it generated over 2 billion super topic clicks.
Jiang Hua couldn't catch up even if he tried.
All his current super topic clicks were only the amount the other had in a week.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you very much for accepting the interview."
The topic abruptly ended. The host could also tell who was the big shot.
What use was it to write songs? To mix in the entertainment circle, you needed influence and background.
The other party was the darling of capital, currently with a bunch of high-end endorsements. What was Jiang Hua in comparison? Even getting an Audi endorsement was by luck, something about Hoffmann looking for his first love.
Hoffmann was about to stop production. It only sold a few dozen units a year in China. They were completely treating a dead horse as if it were alive.
Not opponents on the same level.
It was still that saying - traffic was king, capital was supreme.
Jiang Hua entered the venue. His agent walked to his ear and whispered, "Boss, I already refused the organizers. They didn't say much, just asked us to consider it. This opportunity is rare. Several traffic superstars will also be taking the stage to perform."
"There's Lu Lu, who directly created a Guinness record with a single illustrated post on Weibo, and an Australian. Oh right, the recently popular 'Just Because You're Too Beautiful' has a high chance of winning a big award this time. He will also perform."
Jiang Hua found his seat. It wasn't too far forward, but also not too far back. In front were all big shots, while behind were all newcomers.
His current traffic counted as first-tier, right? The official seating arrangement was also very deliberate.
"Boss, why are you here?"
A round-faced girl tapped Jiang Hua on the shoulder.
Jiang Hua turned his head to look. Zheng Qiqi, this guy had also come to participate in the Chart of Charts. Her seat was right behind Jiang Hua's.
What a coincidence. It seemed this role of a model worker had to be her.
She had also debuted for a while, so it was very normal for her to attend this awards ceremony.
Zheng Qiqi complained, "Boss, why are you sitting in this spot?"
She felt the boss should sit in the front. Although this spot wasn't in the back, it was a position where first-tier stars sat.
But with the two of them in front and back rows, wasn't this a lack of recognition for Jiang Hua?
She wasn't a newcomer. Sitting behind first-tier stars was also considered normal.
Jiang Hua waved his hand. "It's fine, it's a bit closer to the door here. There aren't too many cameras, so it'll be easy to leave in a bit."
If it wasn't for the organizers also being a public institution and sending him an invitation, Jiang Hua wouldn't have given them this face.
What level was this? Although he stood on the shoulders of giants, counting as a shameless plagiarism monster, if he didn't plagiarize, no one else would come up with it either. He never admitted he could write songs. This was his bottom line.
But Zhou, Wang, Tao, and Lin had all made it, but were even inferior to these traffic stars. The domestic entertainment industry was done for!
No wonder the Korean wave was running rampant.
"Ah, boss, when are you returning to Hangzhou? My show is done recording."
This girl was quite sensible, knowing to cling to a big tree at a young age. At least she would take fewer detours by a few decades.
"You go back first. I estimate I still have to shoot two videos. Someone there will arrange things for you. I will release a single for you first next year and see the market reaction."
Zheng Qiqi beamed with joy.
When the boss made a move, there were no ordinary songs.
Even the song he despised the most was called the Chinese number one ex.
Oh right, that song "Just Because You're Too Beautiful" had been dominating the charts before Jiang Hua's first album was released.
The organizers this time were really stirring up trouble, specifically inviting Jiang Hua. This was how they got the buzz.
The big stars often appeared last. The four returned sons walked the red carpet together.
The screams from the scene directly pierced the sky. Even Kun Kun lost to them.
This was the current top flow in the Chinese music world, the former South Korean heavenly group. At their peak, they could even become popular at the Grammys.
An existence that could rival the current heavenly group "Big Stick", and had even suppressed them before.
This was a real, solid achievement. In this aspect, Jiang Hua really hadn't been jealous. They had both excellent singing and dancing.
Being able to export culture, that was great.
To put it bluntly, he was just an ordinary person who only wanted to sing songs to earn some petty cash and buy a big villa in Hangzhou.
What ambition, what aspirations, he had none at all. In his previous life, he had worked intensely for decades, only to leave with a body full of illnesses in the end.
He was long past the age of passion.
Important figures had all arrived.
The four returned sons, Kun Kun, and Fa Shi sat in the second row. The seats at the very front were all for the capital side, that is, their bosses.
The person sitting beside Jiang Hua was also a bit funny.
"Are you crazy? I'm telling you, this organizer is just serving food according to the guest. The two of us are actually sitting in the back."
"Are you crazy."
Haha, this verbal tic was too familiar. This guy had earned money by opening a malatang shop to release an album.
Later, he discovered that variety shows made money faster, so he went to become a variety show star. This year, he released an album that had a pretty good response.
Jiang Hua looked at him with a smile.
He immediately introduced himself, "Teacher Jiang Hua, hello, I am Xue Ziqian."
This guy had debuted in 08, right? Now he was calling Jiang Hua teacher. Jiang Hua really didn't dare respond.
He hurriedly said, "Teacher Xue, don't flatter me. I don't dare be your teacher."
To be honest, Xue Ziqian had real skill. In 08, a single song "Snow" had been extremely popular for a time.
Later, he occasionally had new works, but in making music, he had never found a balance point between what he liked and what the audience liked.
Only this year, in order to cater to the market, did he lower his stance to write 4536251 melodies. This counted as actively catering to the market.
After all, persisting for so many years, singers also needed to eat. They couldn't rely on passion alone.
But to be fair, this guy was a true musician. Even when opening a malatang shop, he had to make music. Jiang Hua admitted he couldn't do that.
He was just a vulgar person. For the sake of earning money, he could directly write novels for the masses, and also release albums for money.
But if he had to earn money to subsidize music, Jiang Hua would rather write a few more web novels.
"Oh my, let me tell you, I listened to your songs. They're simply stunning. The arrangement, lyrics, singing, all top-notch. It's just that the online version probably didn't have very good equipment, so there are some flaws."
After saying that, he pointed to the front. "Understands music better than these guys."
This was really true character. No wonder no capital supported him. He could only subsidize his own music.
Jiang Hua said softly, "Speak carefully. Let's just make music with peace of mind. Although music is becoming more and more utilitarian, who made us like it?"
Jiang Hua was also just coaxing him with these words. He was a vulgar person, not this noble.
But Old Xue took it seriously, feeling he had found a bosom friend.
He slapped his thigh and said, "Jiang Hua, thank you for reminding me. I've also felt my music has been getting more and more utilitarian recently. You've enlightened me. You're a friend I can get along with. In a bit, I'll treat you to malatang."
There really weren't many people who could make Old Xue take the initiative to treat them to malatang.
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