"Well..." JX's shoulders shrugged slightly in the picture, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Guess?"
The reporter on the other side looked very motivated. He said with a smile, "Oh? Now it's my turn to ask questions."
"You can't ask me to answer a question I don't know the answer to," JX said. "If you ask me why I have to do this, it's because I can."
"Because you can."
The reporter repeated his words and was once again surprised by his arrogance.
But I have to admit that this George Mallory-style statement is really handsome.
"You mean composing music for nearly twenty bands?"
"No, I mean, I could dominate the charts with twenty or so bands."
The reporter's mouth dropped open. "Are you really planning on dominating the American music scene?"
"No, this is what you want to hear," JX said. "Tell me what you want to hear first. Later, you can use this sentence as a headline and put it on the cover of the newspaper. That way, people will be more likely to click on it."
The reporter laughed.
"Of course, I think the more likely reaction is that people will read this headline and say, 'Wow, look, this kind of headline can even be a news headline? Isn't this just repeating facts that everyone already knows?'"
The reporter laughed even louder, and even the cameraman seemed a little unable to hold back.
In the private collection hall, everyone's expressions were also quite interesting.
Chen Ya's words were really too arrogant.
Gao Xiaobai, sweat pouring down his back, said, "He always speaks in such a condescending tone. Is he really not afraid of being sanctioned? I'm so worried that the reporter he's talking to will walk away in anger."
Yingzi sneered and said, "If he were my apprentice, the first lesson I would teach him is humility."
Jiang Xinhai glanced at Yingzi.
She wanted to say that foreigners admire the strong, and those who have strength will show their brilliance without being humble, while humility without strength is almost weakness.
However, the voice in the video sounded again, and she held it in and didn't say anything.
The reporter in the video finally stopped laughing and continued:
"Seriously, JX, everyone is curious about you."
"Curious about me? Like what?"
"For example, where are you from, where are you going, what are your future plans, and why do you never show your face..."
"I can't remember too many questions. You know, I've only been sleeping four hours a day lately."
"Oh!" The reporter pleaded. "Please, JX, I'm highly anticipated for this interview. It's been fun chatting with you, but if I go back with nothing, I might get fired."
"uh-huh?"
"Tell me about your past," the reporter said, clasping his hands together. "How did you manage to form so many bands?"
jx adjusted his sitting position.
Everyone could feel that he seemed to be starting to take it seriously.
Not only the reporters had anticipation on their faces, but so did the faces of everyone in the private collection.
Especially Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao.
They both wanted to know what Chen Ya had been doing abroad in the past few years.
But Yingzi's focus was entirely on other aspects.
She is very sure that the so-called jx is definitely not all the music completed by one person.
The more he talked, the more loopholes he found.
Sooner or later she will find out what's wrong with JX.
Cui Dayou squinted his eyes, trying hard to see the screen clearly.
The purity of his thinking is related to music.
After a pause that felt like an eternity, JX slowly said, "As everyone knows, I'm Chinese."
"Yes." The reporter looked at him eagerly.
"After I left China, I wanted to travel around the world and see the world."
"So you ended up in Europe?"
"No," JX said, "The first place I went to was Japan."
"Huh?" The reporter was a little surprised.
"I wrote an album in Japan for a band called X Japan, but I didn't stay there for long," JX said. "Then I crossed the ocean and went to Cuba."
"Cuba?!" The reporter felt that what he said was becoming more and more outrageous.
"In Cuba, I met a lot of celebrities I wanted to meet. They were all people hated by certain American organizations. I won't go into detail here. Then I went from Cuba to Jamaica," he said. "There were a lot of Chinese-owned shops there. I found one to stay in and went to the hotel to sing at night."
"Wow." The reporter didn't know how to respond.
"There, I taught some people to sing, and I formed a band with the locals, specializing in a type of music called 'reggae,'" said jx.
The reporter said, "I think I've heard the word reggae before. JX, tell me about your life in Jamaica."
"Jamaicans love music," JX said, speaking in a daily manner. "Jamaica is a small, poor, and weak country. Life is tiring for people, so we need to go to the beach and dance every day."
The reporter laughed at the Jamaicans' optimism.
"The job of Jamaicans is to grow coffee and ganja and sell them to you Americans, satisfying the spiritual world of people in developed countries. After making money, they go to bars or beaches, sing and dance around dance floors or fires."
The American reporter's smile froze on his face.
"People in their country really liked the reggae music we made," JX said. "It quickly became known to everyone. We were even invited to perform in South American countries like Brazil."
The reporter spread his hands and said, "Is this true? I've never heard of this."
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