Upon hearing this, Sabining bowed again: "Thank you to the four great masters Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu for their contributions to our country's education."
"This is Elder Lu Yun."
"This is Elder Wei Chu."
"This is Elder Changjie."
"This is Ma Yuan, the old man."
"These four elders are renowned calligraphers from Huayu World, who once represented China in competitions with overseas Chinese communities around the world and won championships."
Sabine bowed deeply to the other four people again: "Thank you for your contributions to Chinese calligraphy, Lu Xun, Chu Suiliang, and Ma Yuan."
After standing up, Sabining shook hands with the eight elders again and exclaimed, "I have long heard that there are eight great families in the entertainment world. It is a great honor to finally meet them today."
As the group was talking, a distinctive gold Rolls-Royce pulled up from not far away. The driver brought it to a smooth stop and opened the back door.
Chen Feng got out of the car, stretched, and saw a group of people looking at him with strange eyes, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
That silly girl, I told her to keep a low profile, but she arranged this car for me. It was definitely on purpose.
"Young people these days are too impetuous."
"Yes, this looks like someone who's rich. This is the latest Rolls-Royce for the super-rich, probably worth about 30 million RMB."
Who is this person?
The eight elders, having endured countless hardships, were somewhat dissatisfied with Chen Feng's appearance at this moment, believing that the young man must be spending his family's money to show off.
Zhao Anqi, Lin Weier, and Ying Hua looked Chen Feng up and down, their eyes filled with confusion.
They were meeting this guy for the first time, but to say he was a stranger would be a mistake; they had looked at his photos countless times.
This guy, Chen Feng, who stepped on the big names in the entire Chinese music scene as soon as he debuted and completely crushed Huayu Music.
In their hearts, although they knew he was young and promising, they did not expect it to be so exaggerated.
The gleaming gold car was so bright it made them unable to open their eyes.
Sabine was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes to calm himself down, and said, "Hello, you must be Mr. Chen Feng?"
"Hello, Teacher Sa, this is me."
"Wow, Fengshen's entrance is truly extraordinary. I reckon you're the first person to use a 30 million yuan Rolls-Royce to participate in our national TV variety show."
Sabinen stepped forward and shook hands with him.
"Fengshen, come here, let me introduce you. This is Ms. Zhao Anqi, Chairman of Huayu Culture, this is Mr. Ying Hua, and this is Ms. Lin Weier."
Chen Feng looked over and sized up Zhao Anqi. This newly appointed chairman of Huayu Culture was quite shrewd.
"Hello, Wind God. Although this is our first meeting, I know you better than you know yourself."
Zhao Anqi spoke with a calm smile on her lips, extending her slender, fair hand.
"Is that so? Zhao Dong is incredibly charismatic, but as for depth, I myself don't even know how deep it is."
Chen Feng was also smiling; their eyes met, sparking a connection that only they could see.
"I have long admired Mr. Ying Hua, a world-renowned musician."
Chen Feng casually released Zhao Anqi's hand and grasped Ying Hua's hand.
This flattered Ying Hua, after all, Chen Feng's strong musical ability was enough for him, a musician, to fawn over. If it weren't for the fact that they were on different sides and that Huayu was offering too much, he would have gone to Fengyu to work and improve himself.
"You're too modest, Fengshen. In your presence, we so-called musicians can only hide in the ground."
Ying Hua blushed and felt utterly ashamed.
"Miss Lin Weier, you are so beautiful! I've been following you for a long time. Would you like to visit my blog, Fengyu? I have many songs that would be suitable for you to sing."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Chen Feng turned to the beautiful Lin Wei'er again and said, "To be honest, the global diva's strength is not just talk. I've heard her songs, and her singing skills are indeed very powerful."
His talent is unmatched. If given a few more years, perhaps only Cassiopeia Zhang Liangying could barely reach his level. Therefore, Chen Feng still wants to get his hands on such an outstanding singer.
"Mr. Chen is joking. In front of you, I, a superstar, can only be a supporting character."
Lin Wei'er was poised and graceful, her gentle handshake revealing a very ladylike demeanor.
"Mr. Chen, isn't it a bit impolite of you to poach my people right in front of me?"
Zhao Anqi spoke with a half-smile.
"Ah...haha...I'm really sorry, it's just that I really like Miss Lin Weier too much."
After another round of conversation, Sabinin finally introduced the eight elders.
"Fengshen, behind you are the guests and mentors for this year's 'Poetry and Calligraphy Splendor' variety show. They are......"
After the introductions, Chen Feng shook hands with each of the elderly men, but they seemed quite dissatisfied with him.
"You're Chen Feng from 'Wind Whisper,' the one who sings really well? Are there no other people from your company coming to this variety show?"
Yu Changqing asked the question.
"Well, I am enough on my own, and the other people in the company are indeed not very accomplished in poetry and literature."
Chen Feng speaks the truth.
"So, you, as a junior, consider yourself to have a fairly good understanding of poetry and literature?"
Lu Yun glanced at Chen Feng with disdain.
Chen Feng was taken aback. Why did these old guys seem so hostile? I haven't offended them.
"Well, I'm not very talented, but I've been singing and writing lyrics for many years, so I do have some insights into this area."
"This is nonsense. Do you think this is a competition to have you sing and write lyrics? This variety show is aimed at educating all the youth in China. It's a very bad phenomenon that a junior can become extravagant and arrogant after gaining a little bit of social resources and money."
The other old men nodded in agreement.
Yuan Chengfeng also spoke up. It was obvious that they thought Chen Feng was no good and were very disdainful of his way of making an appearance.
Sabinen noticed something was wrong; why did these eight elders seem so dissatisfied with Chen Feng?
As a national host, his professionalism immediately shone through, and he spoke on the spot: "Eight Elders, Fengshen, we're still at the gate. If you want to discuss poetry and literature, there's no need to be in such a hurry. I know you are all masters, but we need to go inside first..."
"Hmph, if all young people are like this, this country is doomed."
"We wouldn't even dare to say that a singer has studied poetry and literature so presumptuously."
"Hopefully, when he's on the show, he'll be sensible and won't scribble or draw randomly just for the sake of the company's influence."
A group of old men walked along, muttering to themselves.
They believe that Chen Feng only came to participate in the program to increase the visibility of his company and give it free advertising. Didn't he see that among all the media and cultural companies, only Huayu and Fengyu came?
Huayu Entertainment sent all eight of their veteran members to oversee the event, which shows how much they value their poetry and literature program. But what's with Fengyu? Isn't he just trying to take advantage of the situation to become famous?
They're all old now; they've only heard that Chen Feng is a popular musician, but they don't know just how popular he is.
Sabining led the group to the luxurious lounge, where Zhao Anqi, Ying Hua, and Lin Weier sat on a sofa.
Eight elderly people sat on a long row of large sofas, while Chen Feng, in a carefree manner, sat on a luxurious private sofa with a massage function, facing the eight elders directly.
He looks exactly like the boss of the Eight Elders.
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