"What kind of nonsense is that? I can't even understand it!"
Hughes scoffed, then shouted, "I should have made my move sooner!"
Not only in the small town of Hughes, but even people in the Chinese music scene are a bit confused.
Tang Gang said, "Isn't this the Compendium of Materia Medica? Since the core of your work is based on traditional Chinese medicine classics, it should revolve around medicinal herbs. What have you written? And that line, 'Watch me grab a handful of Chinese herbs, take a dose and be proud,' is completely nonsensical. Li Zhaoyang, you are defiling traditional Chinese medicine classics!"
Actually, Tang Gang only heard this part clearly; he didn't hear the rest very clearly.
It just so happens that the vice president likes to listen to these kinds of things.
Moreover, after Tang Gang finished speaking, Yu Jingkang's expression became increasingly ferocious.
“No, no, no, no.” Chen Shaoyan was the first to notice the problem: “Zhenyuan, listen carefully, it seems that Li Zhaoyang is using medicinal herbs to represent another meaning.”
“I know.” Zhang Zhenyuan had been listening intently, more carefully than anyone else.
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What kind of pill should be made, what kind of elixir should be formed, and what kind of pill should be formed? The deer antler slices should not be too thin.
You can't just copy a master craftsman's techniques like that.
Guilinggao (turtle jelly), Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine), and Cordyceps sinensis.
My own music, my own medicine dosage, just right
Listen to me, Chinese medicine is bitter, so plagiarism should be even more bitter.
Quickly open the Compendium of Materia Medica and read more rare books.
The Toad and Earth Dragon have already swept across the land.
We must not lose to the hard work of our ancestors.
...
Let me devise a folk remedy to cure your internal wounds from being a sycophant to foreigners.
Traditional Chinese medicine, rooted for thousands of years, possesses a power unknown to others.
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"What?" Chen Shaoyan exploded: "Isn't there a song that goes, 'Let's concoct a prescription to cure the internal injuries of those who fawn over foreign things'?"
"No, it should be 'Let me come up with a folk remedy to cure your internal injuries from fawning over foreigners'!!" Zhang Zhenyuan listened very carefully. He even wanted to look at the subtitles directly, but since this was a live exchange, there were no subtitles available.
They are all top-notch lyricists and composers. Once you understand the core of a song, you'll know how terrifying this "Compendium of Materia Medica" is.
Chen Wanting also heard it clearly and joined in: "Looking at it this way, the first two lines of this song are enough to make it a masterpiece: 'If Hua Tuo were to be reborn, even the worship of foreign things would be cured.' At first, I didn't understand why it was written like this, but after hearing the end, I realized that my level was too low. I only just realized it now."
Zhao Yang used all the Chinese medicinal herbs to write an ironic piece, using ancient famous doctors as metaphors to say that those Chinese who fawn over foreign things are sick, and seriously so—they suffer from extremely severe internal injuries.
Wang Pai Linlin also joined the discussion: "Traditional Chinese medicine, which has been rooted for thousands of years, possesses power unknown to others. Was this really written by Li Zhaoyang? I mean... he should win an award!!"
"Win an award? Win an award from the Chinese music scene or an award from the American music scene?" Chen Zuan's words were full of sarcasm.
Yes, if Li Zhaoyang were to win an award, which music award should he choose?
Chen Shaoyan was astonished: "To actually think of using this idea to write a Chinese medicine prescription called Compendium of Materia Medica is brilliant. I hereby declare that Li Zhaoyang has won."
"Don't just declare it unilaterally, he really did win." Zhang Zhenyuan said with self-deprecation, "My ancient-style poem is nothing but a trick in front of the Compendium of Materia Medica. I shouldn't have mocked you for losing to Li Zhaoyang before. He is indeed very strong and has a promising future."
Those foreigners now understand the meaning of the song; it's partly a satire of those Chinese who idolize them.
That's definitely something special.
Xiao Chenghus even wiped away a cold sweat: "Luckily I didn't act impulsively just now... this silver-level monster."
Yu Jingkang, Tang Gang, and the others listened to the exchange among these top songwriters and lyricists, and they broke out in a cold sweat.
What does that mean?
Judging from their words, is Li Zhaoyang's song on the verge of becoming a legendary hit?
"The rest of the writing is still a mess. It suddenly went from medicinal herbs and folk remedies to the topic of squatting little zombies. I don't understand what this means." The less skilled gold medal lyricist and composer was still completely confused.
The president's appreciation level is also very high. At this critical moment, he said: "Our country's records of zombies are that they are stiff and rigid, their knees can't bend at all, let alone squat down. The last few lines about little zombies squatting are the finishing touch. This is a satire on all Chinese people who say that the moon is rounder abroad. What brilliant lyrics. It's a pity... This Li Zhaoyang is not from our Chinese music scene."
The president felt very sorry. He fell in love with this Compendium of Materia Medica at first sight, and it was written in a way that promoted the culture of Chinese herbal medicine. It was exactly what the older generation loved.
Upon hearing this, Yu Jingkang panicked instantly and gestured for Tang Gang to speak up immediately.
Tang Gang is also a very professional mouthpiece. He cleared his throat and found the right way to get in: "This song is indeed very powerful, but I think any member of the Chinese music scene present could have written this song. It's just that Li Zhaoyang wrote it. It's very ironic that he writes this kind of work that satirizes us Chinese for worshipping foreign things, while he is developing his career in the American music scene. This is itself a kind of worshipping foreign things."
"Yes, how ironic."
Zhang Shulan unleashed her ultimate weapon: "Li Zhaoyang once loved the Chinese music scene and contributed to it. Unfortunately, the environment of the Chinese music scene is destined to be unable to accommodate a lyricist and composer with both virtue and talent. A strict crackdown order is placed at the top of the official website of the Chinese Music Writers Association. No matter how talented a person is, they will be forced to develop abroad. Throughout history, how many talented people have been displaced and how many have left their homes? If they can develop well in China, who would want to go abroad?"
Many work environments in China are filled with flattery and social niceties, which can easily chill one's spirit.
boom--
Zhang Shulan's words sent a thunderbolt through Yu Jingkang's mind, making him tremble like a leaf: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"It's nothing." Zhang Shulan didn't spell it out, knowing that the chairman would probably figure it out later with his intelligence.
Of course, if the president is also someone like Yu Jingkang, then no matter what she says, it will be useless.
The chairman looked at Yu Jingkang with a wary expression, but he didn't say anything.
This is a live exchange, so there are many things that can't be said explicitly here.
I'll interrogate Yu Jingkang properly when we get back.
"Who's next in the sixth round?"
Before everyone could recover from reading the Compendium of Materia Medica, Li Zhaoyang uttered these words in public, shocking everyone for the entire day.
Especially Zhang Shulan, Zhang Xincheng, and other leaders of the Evening Glow branch.
They thought there was a problem with the arithmetic.
Zhang Xincheng quickly counted the works that Zhaoyang had just taken out for exchange: "There are five... that's right."
"Then what's going on now?" Zhang Shulan asked, puzzled.
“Unless…” Zhang Xincheng’s expression froze: “Zhaoyang has a sixth draft in his possession…his goal has always been…the crown?!”
He was startled by his own words.
Winning five matches doesn't guarantee you the crown, but winning six matches certainly does.
Because the winners of the music exchange festival in previous years have all been around four or five songs.
Once this number is exceeded, the crown is practically guaranteed.
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