Old Xue also put down the grudge in his heart. At first, he was still resentful.
What representative work did they not have, but could become a top flow.
Now he had a calm state of mind. He himself wasn't as open-minded as a young person.
No wonder the other party released hit songs one after another. With this attitude towards music, it would be against the laws of nature if he didn't get popular.
Old Xue believed that one day, Jiang Hua would be looked up to by everyone.
With the talent he showed now, his attitude towards music, and most importantly, he was still young.
As long as he continued to release a few albums, achieving legendary status wasn't impossible either.
In the future, Jiang Hua would decline to attend award ceremonies like this, disdaining to be in the same group as them.
The evening officially began. The opening performance was also by Han Geng, the first generation absolute top star, who was also a superstar that debuted in South Korea.
This person also couldn't be slandered. He was the first Chinese person to become a superstar in South Korea, a pioneer.
Jiang Hua watched his performance with an appreciative attitude. He was very confident, and his dance was quite good.
He had the strength, it was just that the electronic sound was too heavy. The original vocals were all gone.
But his strength was still formidable.
Jiang Hua said softly, "This electronic sound is too heavy, but the dance foundation is very good. We can also try more dances and bring the audience some freshness from time to time."
"Haha."
Xue Ziqian laughed, "That's right. I also feel the electronic sound is heavy, and the dance is alright. What you said has potential. We must exchange ideas. What's your WeChat? I'm afraid we'll get separated later in the crowd."
This guy probably felt there was no chance and wanted to slip away early.
Just like Jiang Hua.
The performance ended, and a few eye-catching actresses stood on the stage and began introducing important guests.
"Next, we will present the Most Popular Male Singer of 2017."
"The nominees are Lu Lu, Wu Fan, Cai Kun, Zhang Jie, Hu Xia..."
Except for the first few, they were all top flow. But there were still a few singers with real strength. The organizers also had to save face.
Xue Ziqian couldn't hold it in.
"Haha."
Then he immediately covered his mouth, holding it in with great difficulty.
Jiang Hua got him a bottle of water.
"The Most Popular Male Singer is Lu Lu."
The venue erupted in thunderous applause, and his fans screamed.
"The Most Popular Female Singer nominees are Cai Cai, Chun Chun, Na Na..."
The female singers were still normal. After all, compared to male singers, female singers had much less commercial value.
Capital preferred actresses.
"The Most Popular Female Singer is Chun Chun."
Well-deserved. After all, she was really popular, having debuted through a talent show and staying popular until now. She also had representative works.
This was an important major award. It was awarded so quickly.
Jiang Hua's DNA as an excellent backstage worker moved again.
"Shouldn't they throw out some unimportant awards first? How come they start with major awards right away?"
Old Xue laughed, "Who knows. Maybe it's for retention. After all, they made it quite big this time. If they awarded unimportant awards at the beginning, many people wouldn't watch anymore."
"Next, please give your acceptance speech."
Then another ad? And a performance. It was indeed quite boring. No wonder it didn't have much popularity.
Jiang Hua was dozing off. His agent reminded him on the side.
"Boss, the organizers suddenly requested you to sing a song. Any song is fine. They're giving an appearance fee."
Holy sh*t, were they asking Jiang Hua to save the scene? A music awards show becoming like this, with abysmal ratings.
They had direct responsibility for this.
Although from the beginning, this awards show made a killing. They definitely wouldn't lose a single cent.
The advertisement sponsors in the middle were all from the top stars' sponsors. As for what deals there were, no one knew.
Now the organizers felt they had earned enough money and wanted ratings again.
It was treating a dead horse as if it were alive again. Jiang Hua could save the scene even on Star Avenue. This time, the other party wanted to spend a little money to salvage the ratings.
To be honest, Jiang Hua didn't really want to go up. Even if the other party provided an appearance fee, it wasn't okay.
This was his bottom line. Why should he become a firefighter for no reason?
"3 million for one song. What do you think, Boss?"
Holy sh*t, the organizers were also too generous. Just now, when the former top star went up, I heard he didn't even ask for 3 million, right?
Old Xue fanned the flames on the side, "Jiang Hua, go up and crush them. Let them experience what damn Chinese is. Let them know that Chinese flow is the coolest."
Jiang Hua glared at him. Brother, this wasn't a question of money or not. This was about dignity.
You tell me to sing, and I'll sing? Don't I want face?
"Not singing. Not earning this humiliating fee. Has the car you contacted almost arrived? I still have things to do when I get back."
The agent knew the boss wouldn't go on stage.
"The car is almost here. It's surrounded by fans outside. It will take about 10 more minutes to get in."
There was no choice. No matter how bad the ratings were, the fan clubs of these few top stars weren't to be underestimated in fighting strength.
It could be said that if any random person was pulled out, they could instantly wipe out a large area. The fighting strength of Jiang Hua's fans was pathetic.
They couldn't even beat Wang Kai's fans. After all, they were professionals.
The award ceremony continued. Jiang Hua sat still like he was fishing.
Boring, so boring. Old Xue was also making a phone call, preparing to run.
It seemed Jiang Hua wasn't the only one coming up empty-handed.
His phone rang. Who was it? Could it be Yun Xiao? This girl had been getting more and more melancholic recently.
Jiang Hua suspected she was in love, just like Qingqing. Sigh, they were all grown up.
The people in the art troupe were ordinary people. They shone on stage, but in real life, they also had the seven emotions and six desires.
"Jiang Hua, the bureau chief wants you to go on stage and sing a song. Just deal with it."
Team Leader Cai called.
Jiang Hua was dumbfounded. The organizers indeed had money and influence. No wonder the ratings were poor year after year, but they could still hold it every year.
But he couldn't refuse the bureau chief's face. When Jiang Hua terminated his contract, they had also put in a lot of effort.
Otherwise, do you think a veteran could make the capitalists relent? How was that possible?
At that time, the tourism bureau had organized those exchange activities. It could be said that for Jiang Hua's sake, the bureau chief almost lost face.
"Alright, I'll sing a song. But the money they should give can't be a cent less. I'd rather donate it to disaster areas than let them have it easy."
"Okay, pay the taxes you should pay, and you can keep the rest."
Jiang Hua agreed and took out a USB drive from his pocket and handed it to his agent.
"Go contact them. I want to sing this song 'Superficial'. I originally wanted to put this song in the new album. I just finished the arrangement."
Old Xue, who witnessed everything on the side, was completely excited. A new song, was this going to smash the scene?
"Nominees for Best Crossover Singer in Chinese Music."
"Jiang Hua, Xiaoming, Lele..."
Holy sh*t, Jiang Hua was actually nominated. But what the hell was this Best Crossover Singer?
Xiaoming was an actor, so it made sense for him to cross over and become a singer. But Jiang Hua originally debuted as a singer 5 years ago.
It seemed this award category wasn't favored by the capital side, so they just threw it out.
Jiang Hua was going to perform on stage again. Performing without a single award was a bit unreasonable.
But Jiang Hua didn't care. Compared to being a singer, he preferred the title of comrade.
"The Best Crossover Male Singer is Jiang Hua."
The entire venue fell silent. Jiang Hua's songs were indeed good, but there wasn't a single one of his fans present.
The venue quieted down, without a single clap!
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