Yes, it's definitely a shady deal! But let me be frank, this is your only chance to become famous again.
You are 28 this year, and you have been in the industry for ten years, right? "
Faced with the aggressive agent, Wang Zheng couldn't utter a word of rebuttal and could only nod.
"It's been ten years, and no one knows you. You don't have a single familiar song. You come from the countryside, right? You're a 28-year-old man, and you still have to sing in bars to supplement your income. Haven't you felt suffocated these past ten years? Are you planning to continue being an unknown singer, praised only by those in the industry?"
"For the past ten years, all the money you've saved can't even afford a square meter of housing. Are you willing to accept this? What right do you have to refuse this opportunity? Honestly, if we hadn't given you the big devil persona from the beginning and bought you trending searches, you might have been eliminated from the start. Now you come to me and say you want to win the championship on your own. Do you deserve it?"
The agent's words were harsh.
It was like a knife, stabbing Wang Zheng's heart.
But he couldn't refute it.
Because what the agent said is true.
Before we knew it, it had been ten years since his debut.
The day he was spotted by an agency, Wang Zheng went to the provincial capital for the first time, boarding a green train. Along with countless other migrant workers, he headed north to pursue his dream.
He still remembers the vow he made to Yun Duo through the car window: "I want to be famous and hold a concert at the Bird's Nest!"
But in ten years, he hasn't released a song and doesn't have a fan.
He had to go to a bar to perform, and if he was lucky, he could even be a wedding singer.
He is the thirty-sixth line that many people jokingly refer to.
He hasn't been home for the New Year for two years.
Because I dare not.
He was afraid that relatives and friends would ask him how he was doing in Beijing and what he had done in the past ten years.
He was even reluctant to call his family, fearing that his parents would read his embarrassment from his tone and realize that he was actually having a hard time in the capital.
He doesn't have any fancy food or drinks, he's just a migrant worker in Beijing who lives in a basement.
The opportunity before him may be his only hope.
"I'm sorry." Wang Zheng didn't wipe the tears from his face: "I was being hypocritical."
The agent had anticipated this outcome.
He patted Wang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "It's good that you've figured it out. If you appear on 'I Am the Singer,' you might become famous. Then you can do what you want to do."
"Um."
Half an hour ago.
Wang Zheng walked over to Wang Xingrui who had just finished singing.
The two of them actually had little in common, but they still greeted each other symbolically.
"Come on." Wang Zheng hesitated to speak, and finally left without thinking.
Leaving behind a dazed Wang Xingrui in the wind.
Now, Wang Zheng stood on the stage, facing a thousand spectators, and happily found a corner where a group of people were holding his light board.
He has fans.
This song tells the story of a down-and-out young man who has been daydreaming all his life.
Until the end, he was a loser.
However, the original author used an impassioned tune to tell this story, like a black humor.
Zhou Yiyang had heard the original version of this song, but today he was still moved by Wang Zheng's version.
What Wang Zheng sings is himself.
He laughed loudly, laughing at the madness of the world.
He cried loudly, saying that life was too short.
He roared, roaring that this story was too common, it was about you and me.
Tang Yue and Su Yin remained silent.
They can joke, but not at inappropriate times.
"Too strong." Tang Yue had to admit: "I'm starting to worry about Ruirui now."
"Hey, shouldn't we be concerned about Xuan'er who has already finished singing? Could it be that, Tangtang, you think Xuan'er lost?"
"Ignore the two comedians next to me." Zhou Yiyang switched to serious mode. "Wang Zheng chose a very good song. I think he must have been moved by the lyrics, which is why he sang so passionately. I really like this song, and I'm very grateful for his performance. A good singer should not be buried. Congratulations, Wang Zheng."
The comments were also very harmonious, with almost everyone praising it.
Even fans of Yue Shao have to admit that Wang Zheng sings very well.
But they are not afraid, because they still have Ruirui!
Wang Zheng himself felt a little uncomfortable.
Until someone patted him on the shoulder and handed him a bottle of water: "Maybe you are right. Even if there is no shady dealings, you can still win the championship."
The agent twitched his lips and said, "Don't cry. I can't stand seeing male artists cry. Give your parents a call!"
"Um."
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