A shout.
Everyone's scalp went numb. This was the soul of the entire song.
This kind of song shouldn't appear at an awards ceremony. It should go to a concert.
It was a direct dimensional reduction attack.
One shout, slapping the face of the entire Chinese pop music circle.
Completely abandoning singing skills, returning to the core of music itself.
At this moment, what rhythm and blues, what K-pop, what H-pop, country music were all fleeting clouds.
Music itself was the product of emotions. It could be vulgar or elegant, even a hoarse shout.
This was true Chinese music. It shouldn't just be assembly line products.
Our Chinese civilization could accommodate other musical forms and learn from excellent musical styles.
But we couldn't just be tailors. Thousands of years of history, wasn't that enough for you to write about?
Chinese music was the coolest.
Jiang Hua stood on the stage, one hand in his pocket.
Looking up at the sky, he suddenly missed home a little. It had been half a year. Last time in the army, he had hurriedly parted. His parents were also old.
In this world, he had completely experienced this Jiang Hua's entire life in his dreams.
The lights at the scene gradually dimmed.
People were still immersed in that one scream.
Yes, I was a nobody. So what?
As long as I was on stage, you could only gaze at me. Don't just look at the ceiling.
All the emotions erupted in that one scream.
This song broke the conventional logic of music, but somehow fit the essence of music itself.
This was f**king music.
This was the music everyone wanted to hear. Don't feed us sh*t anymore.
What not strong enough rhythm, simple melody? Ever heard of Yuefu poetry? Simple was the hardest.
One scream directly hit the heart, shattering all the audience's defenses.
This time, it was truly silent. Regardless of whether they were Jiang Hua's fans or not,
Everyone fell silent.
They watched Jiang Hua on the stage gradually disappear into the darkness.
To be honest, they were stunned. This song was too sharp. They didn't dare to criticize.
What would their brothers do? They still had to go up and receive awards and perform.
But with Jiang Hua's god-level live performance, whoever sang next would suffer.
He definitely had his mic fully on. He was already screaming just now.
Their brothers, many of them only dared to have their mics half on for live performances.
This was simply challenging the limits of musicians.
"Haven't heard such a good song in a long time."
"Oh my god, I was hard controlled by Jiang Hua for 5 minutes. What do I do? I've become unfaithful to my brother."
"Jiang Hua"
"Jiang Hua"
"Jiang Hua"
Jiang Hua's small group of fans began to shout with all their might.
Gradually, more people joined in.
The audience's eyes were discerning. Maybe they liked the brothers' looks, but men couldn't just look at appearance.
Talent was a man's pass. Moreover, Jiang Hua was really very handsome.
That wasn't a joke. The most handsome in Little Hundred Flowers Art Troupe. This was acknowledged.
Many people temporarily switched camps. The scene was out of control.
At this moment, Jiang Hua directly became a legend.
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The musicians below were directly exasperated.
Fa Shi couldn't sit still. Even if he didn't admit how good this song was.
He had to admit that Jiang Hua succeeded. Look at the audience's reaction.
This song he called pandering to the masses succeeded. Even many of his fans defected.
The four returned sons were about the same. How could they play like this? Wasn't it good for everyone to sing, dance, and rap happily?
Working hard for a year, appearing on countless variety shows, gaining some fans, and you took them all.
"Nominees for Best Album of the Year in Chinese Music."
"'Gini is Too Beautiful', 'Red Dress', 'Stepping on Mountains and Rivers', 'Blue-JH'"
Holy sh*t, Jiang Hua's Blue album was nominated. This made the capital in front unable to sit still.
What were the organizers doing? Did you want to promote Jiang Hua, or did you feel it was unbearable and wanted to make it up?
However, the Best Album was still won by Kun Kun. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worthy of his huge capital and fan base.
But at this moment, everyone knew that Jiang Hua won. Although he didn't defeat capital,
In everyone's hearts, he was the top star, a high mountain in Chinese music, and was still constantly creating miracles.
At this moment, Jiang Hua had already left the scene, with Old Xue following beside him.
Old Xue directly transformed into a little fanboy. In the original music circle, he admired three and a half people.
One of them was Jiang Hua. Too monstrous.
Abandoning all musical forms, creating a brand new style of Chinese pop.
If he wasn't young, he could directly establish his own school.
Zheng Qiqi also followed beside Jiang Hua, gesticulating about the reactions of the people around her just now.
People were like they saw a ghost, their mouths staying wide open. The song finished, and they still hadn't closed them.
"Boss, you're too awesome. No wonder you're my idol. When I go back, I'll immediately go to your company."
"Oh, being able to commute with the boss every day, just thinking about it makes me happy."
This sentence was very soft, but Old Xue with sharp ears still heard it.
He hurriedly asked, "Qiqi, didn't you sign with a company? Why are you calling Jiang Hua boss?"
Qiqi glared at him. Old Xue debuted early and knew many people. It was normal for him to know Qiqi.
"I signed with the company for 5 years, but my penalty for breach of contract is very low. Can't I pay it myself to terminate the contract? I want to follow the boss's footsteps and make music I like."
This girl was poisoned by Jiang Hua.
Before meeting Jiang Hua, everyone only knew a thing or two about him, only knowing his arrangements were okay.
Now after one live performance, Jiang Hua's awesomeness wasn't limited to just arrangements.
Old Xue's eyes rolled. He pulled Qiqi and asked softly, "Isn't Jiang Hua in a public institution? How did he start a company?"
"Public institutions encourage individual entrepreneurship. Plus, Jiang Hua's company also has Queen Xiaoqi. The two of us Qiqis together can definitely make it big and strong."
"This girl really knows how to flatter herself. The distance between her and the queen has at least two-thirds of a Jiang Hua in between."
Wait, Queen Xiaoqi.
Wasn't this Jiang Hua's senior sister disciple, the signboard of the music department of Flower Art?
Jiang Hua took her away. How did he, the know-it-all of the music industry, not know?
But recently, the queen was photographed often playing at the Butterfly Theater with Teacher Mao.
These two women had an extraordinary relationship with Jiang Hua.
He immediately thought of a possibility. Maybe he wouldn't have to sell malatang anymore.
"Boss, does your company still need people? Take a look at me. Image and temperament, although a bit worse than you, but still presentable. Our company can't let women dominate the world."
F**k, this person's skin was so thick. He was already calling him boss.
Jiang Hua sized him up. Legs a bit short, but appearance was okay. Just too skinny.
Not as sturdy-looking as Qiqi. Their company needed model workers, not retirees.
12 concerts a year. This was the minimum requirement.
Two retirees were already more than enough. Any more and they really couldn't afford it.
"Boss, be careful."
A woman with disheveled hair suddenly took a bottle and splashed something towards Jiang Hua.
Xue Ziqian pushed Jiang Hua away.
Screams erupted at the scene. The place fell into chaos.
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