My Website Is About to Go Bankrupt

Fang Yang, a struggling bar singer, soul-transferred into a parallel universe where he inherited a dying website and a music academy, graduating from a student who lost both parents. He revived th...

Chapter 189, /.

Fang Yang had his doubts about the organizing committee's erratic award presentation method. The intention was too obvious. It was like giving a sweet corn after a slap on the wrist, subtly dissolving the hostility among the guests, at least that's how it would be on the spot.

As for what emotions they might have after returning, that's not something the organizing committee should worry about, and Fang Yang certainly wouldn't take such things to heart.

In fact, as netizens have pointed out, Fang Yang's ability to win most of the awards this time was indeed due to someone's interference, and the purpose was to create a "catfish effect."

In recent years, pop songs have become popular, and people have become accustomed to fast-food culture. There are fewer and fewer songs with depth, and powerful music companies control the distribution of awards. Everyone is happy, and people have long lost their ambition to enter the music scene.

As the driving force behind this event, Ma Donglai was inspired by the calligraphy and painting auctions on the Yuewen Entertainment Media website. Since the last incident where gallery owners caused trouble and were subsequently rectified, the Yuewen Entertainment Media website has almost monopolized 90% of the modern calligraphy and painting transactions, thereby greatly promoting the enthusiasm for calligraphy and painting creation.

The quality of calligraphy and painting determines their value. Seeing the high auction prices of other people's calligraphy and paintings has prompted many people to focus on creating excellent works. The calligraphy and painting world is thriving and has the feel of a golden age.

It is for this reason that Ma Donglai joined forces with a group of veterans in the industry to start reforms from this year's Chinese music awards ceremony, making the award selection fair and just, eliminating the previous kind of biased judging methods, and letting the works speak for themselves.

You may have a lot of fans, and not winning an award won't affect song downloads, but time will eventually prove that those who can't stand on the podium are just a flash in the pan, just like the popular celebrities who are currently declining in popularity!

Although traffic stars can be mass-produced and film and television companies will not suffer too much loss, traffic stars are like shooting stars in the night sky in two or three years. They are not the mainstream market for major film and television companies. If they want to go further, they still have to let their works speak for themselves. This is also the open strategy of a group of music veterans led by Ma Donglai. They are not afraid of your dissent!

Sitting in the audience, Fang Yang naturally had no idea about these things. At that moment, Fang Yang was looking at a pile of trophies and worrying. In the subsequent awards, Fang Yang once again won Best Singer-Songwriter, Best Chinese Style Artist, and Artist of the Year. Finally, he won five out of the top ten Mandarin songs and two Cantonese songs. Zheng Xiuli also won one Mandarin and one Cantonese song in the top ten.

The two had over a dozen trophies of various sizes. Seeing the guests leaving one after another and Zhang Ze with a sinister smile, Fang Yang gritted his teeth, took off his suit jacket, packed all the trophies together, and carried them towards the old principal at the front of the stage.

Ma Donglai was chatting with a group of old friends when he saw Fang Yang walking over with a large bag of trophies in his suit. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Don't you know how to pay attention to your image? If reporters see you like this and it gets out, it will affect your image."

Fang Yang said nonchalantly, "I don't go on TV. I usually just make movies or record songs. People who like my songs won't stop listening to them because of that, right?"

Ma Donglai smiled and said to Professor Chen, "Look at what he's saying, he has no celebrity airs at all."

Professor Chen smiled and said, "It is this pure heart that allows one to write so many classic songs. When a person's heart is cluttered, they have many thoughts and become particularly concerned about their image."

Ma Donglai laughed heartily and pulled Fang Yang to introduce him to an elderly man next to him: "Xiao Yang, this is Liu Hanyang, the vice president of the China Vocalists Association, and also the chief judge of this year's awards ceremony. You should thank him for giving you a fair and just opportunity to compete."

Fang Yang quickly switched the hand holding the trophy to his left hand, extended his right hand to shake hands with Liu Hanyang, and said, "Hello, Chairman Liu, thank you for your care."

Liu Hanyang shook hands with Fang Yang. "I didn't give you special treatment. I just judged fairly and impartially within the rules. Your award is based on the excellence of your work. From now on, our award ceremonies will determine who gets the awards based on quality. If your work is truly outstanding, you can win all the awards, and that will be your achievement."

The superstars and other important figures sitting in the front row hadn't left yet. Seeing Fang Yang, who had been the center of attention that night, walk towards Liu Hanyang, they had already pricked up their ears to hear what the two would say. When they heard Liu Hanyang raise his voice, they were moved. It seemed that things were about to change. No wonder the organizing committee favored Fang Yang so much. Everything was based on data!

Ma Donglai patted Fang Yang on the shoulder and said, "Don't hold back. Just do it boldly and confidently. I hope to see you receive such an honor at next year's awards ceremony. However, I still suggest that you bring a big sack to the next awards ceremony. I'm afraid that if you wrap it in your clothes, you might break the trophy."

Ma Donglai's words made the people around him burst into laughter. He was right. No one had ever won so many trophies at once before. This time, Fang Yang would probably dominate all the trending topics. It would become a trophy wholesale market!

"But you should sing more songs while you're making movies. Look at you, after releasing that album at the beginning of the year, you haven't done anything for a year. That's not good. It will make your fans lose interest."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention."

Seeing that Ma Donglai still wanted to continue talking with his old friend, Fang Yang didn't linger. After saying goodbye to the others, he and Zheng Xiuli headed towards the exit. Zhu Laosan and the others were still waiting at the door. It was a good opportunity to let them take the trophy out. They figured the reporters outside had already surrounded the exit, and they couldn't just leave like that, otherwise the bag of trophies might really get damaged in the crowd.

Seeing Fang Yang and Zheng Xiuli approaching, Zhu Laosan quickly took off his suit jacket. "President Fang, put the trophies here. You can go out first, and we'll sneak out later."

Fang Yang moved all the trophies over and laughed, "You guys want us to draw attention so you can walk out without a trace, right?"

Zhu Laosan laughed and said, "I just looked outside and the scene was terrifying. I suggest you two go out quickly while these superstars haven't completely left yet. They can draw some of the fire for you. Otherwise, I don't think you'll be able to get out unscathed."

Fang Yang finished dressing and glanced around. He saw several Hong Kong superstars walking out together. He called to Zheng Xiuli, "Come with me quickly. There are a few superstars ahead. If we go out now, we won't attract so much attention."

Zhu Laosan also called to his old brothers, "Let's go out too. I guess no one will pay attention to us outside. Remember to stay close to the wall. It's probably all blocked off outside."

Zhong Hongbao laughed and said, "Okay, we'll do it your way. Anyway, we old guys don't know many people, and even if we did, no reporter would want to interview us. Let's go back and find a place to eat something. It's the middle of the night and we're starving."