"Don't you have any trump cards to hold things together on your side?"
While the group of foreign songwriters were indulging in food and drink during their intermission, the president of the Chinese Music Writers Association finally showed a serious expression.
I didn't want to get involved in these things.
They've already started defecating on the Chinese music scene. If we don't do something about it, where will we put our faces?
"President, in terms of skill alone, all the top artists in the Chinese music scene are on par with them. Look, didn't Teacher Chen Shaoyan win? The main reason is that they came prepared, and their stockpile of material was too impressive."
"Moreover, Chairman, they no longer intend to communicate with our Chinese music scene. Once those guys have had their fill, they'll probably target other music scenes instead."
"..."
Listening to the voices of the vice presidents, the old man frowned more and more, then stopped paying attention and returned to his previous spot to chat with his old friends.
Since these guys are so useless, who else can he rely on?
I am just an old man.
"Director, the president seems very troubled?"
Zhang Shulan, holding a wine glass, had already brought Zhao Yang, Zhang Xincheng, Gou Yingjun, and a few others to find Song Yuqin.
Ling'er and Tianhe followed behind.
"Dad," Ling'er called out sweetly.
"Are you getting used to life in the US?" Manager Bian came over and tidied her daughter's sideburns.
"Hmm, it's a habit, and Teacher Zhaoyang has prepared... Oh, Dad, I'll keep you in suspense for now." Bian Ling'er stuck out her tongue and started to act mischievously.
"You silly child." Manager Bian didn't press the matter further.
"Xiao Zhang, no, Director Zhang." Song Yuqin changed her address in this formal setting.
"Why are you calling me Director Zhang? I'll always be your Xiao Zhang." Zhang Shulan was very unhappy about being called Director Zhang by the director.
"Let's get straight to the point." Song Yuqin looked through Xiao Zhang at Zhao Yang behind her and asked, "You let Zhao Yang participate in the exchange festival, does he have a poem he has saved up?"
“Yes.” Zhang Shulan smiled like an aunt. It wasn’t just one song, it was five. If she released them all, she would scare the director to death.
Song Yuqin offered a pertinent suggestion: "You should have seen the purpose of those lyricists and composers like Corona, Trend, and Vortex. They want to muddy the waters and win the crown so that Zhaoyang can finish the exchange sooner and come here to catch up."
Zhang Shulan glanced at Zhaoyang, then looked at Director Song: "Director, that's about it."
"Hmm, that's about it." Li Zhaoyang stared at the group of foreigners who were eating and drinking heartily, and even a number of domestic female singers wanted to go up and chat with them.
Song Yuqin hadn't noticed that Li Zhaoyang was walking in that direction, so she was still asking, "Xiao Zhang, who is Zhaoyang going to talk to? Is it someone from the Chinese music scene?"
She felt that Zhaoyang had a greater chance of communicating with people in the Chinese music scene.
After all, Zhao Yang was forced to go abroad by the Chinese Music Writers Association.
"Probably, but Zhao Yang's initial target for communication should be those groups from the Sun Corona." Zhang Shulan had already watched Li Zhao Yang walk towards that location.
Song Yuqin, however, sensed something different: "The initial goal of the exchange? Does Zhaoyang have two drafts in his possession?"
Before Zhang Shulan could answer, Li Zhaoyang was stopped.
Zhang Shulan, Zhang Xincheng, Gou Yingjun, and several others quickly went over.
"What are you doing? Don't disturb the teachers' meal." The person in charge of stopping them was actually the lyricist and composer, only he was the top one.
This foreign expert is very snobbish. He only lets in pretty women to chat with the teachers, while stopping all the men.
"Whose special performance is in the music hall?" Zhang Xincheng's voice came over, and it was so loud that it startled the foreign gold medalist.
"Why are you shouting so loudly?" The foreign expert's eyes darted around, afraid of being noticed by the officials, and he quickly turned around and ran back to report.
Upon hearing this, Dave looked up and glanced around the area not far away: "We don't accept advances from men, let's go back."
"I'm here for an exchange." Li Zhaoyang's voice was clear and resonant, giving the impression that he couldn't refuse.
"Communication? You're the ace? You don't look like it at such a young age." Dave hadn't realized anything yet.
However, it was the small town of Hughes who got straight to the point: "Judging from your face, you look like someone from China. Fine, we accept the challenge of exchanging ideas with the Chinese music scene. State your name and title."
He said, "Silver medal, Li Zhaoyang."
"Silver medal?" Xiao Cheng Hughes paused for two seconds, then waved his hand with a sneer: "Go away, I don't have time to play with you. Silver medalists should go find gold medalists."
"Li Zhaoyang, you'd better leave now." Hua Nongying, who was originally chatting with these foreigners, also noticed Li Zhaoyang's group: "These top songwriters are not people you can challenge. Haven't you seen how many people in the Chinese music scene have been defeated?"
"You two know each other?" Little Town Hughes grinned maliciously when he heard the female singer's voice.
"I know him..." Hua Nongying switched to Japanese to communicate: "He is from China, a silver medalist in lyrics and music, and has several representative works."
“Then take your friend and leave.” Little Town Hughes sat back down.
“He’s not my friend.” Hua Nongying felt it necessary to emphasize: “We’ve met a few times.”
She didn't know if Li Zhaoyang could understand Japanese, but Hua Nongying just wanted to distance herself from Li Zhaoyang to avoid ruining her next attempt to strike up a conversation.
"Oh, I see."
"Stop babbling. According to the rules of the international music exchange festival, the silver medalist can challenge the ace. Don't waste each other's time." Li Zhaoyang's voice was now very cold, giving people the illusion that time was precious.
His time is indeed very precious.
With five drafts in hand, even if I take turns trying them out, it will still take a lot of time.
"Chinese man, are you serious?" Little City Xiu Si narrowed his eyes.
“Li Zhaoyang, don’t blame me for not warning you…” Hua Nongying said in a low voice, “This is not how you ride the wave of popularity. You can still leave now.”
Li Zhaoyang ignored Hua Nongying from beginning to end. He even picked at his ear and said, "If you don't dare, then forget it."
He also said this in Japanese.
This amused Hughes, Dave, Aris, and other aces from the small town.
"Yosh... What a boastful tone."
The commotion here was so great that it attracted the attention of many official music industry figures.
"What happened over there?" Yu Jingkang asked while eating a large lobster.
"I'll go check it out." Tang Gang jogged over, and returned a dozen seconds later, answering with a very surprised expression: "Li... Li Zhaoyang is going to challenge those aces."
"Which Li Zhaoyang? Is it that one?" Yu Jingkang thought it might be a case of the same name, since the Li Zhaoyang he knew was a silver medalist.
For a silver medalist to challenge an ace is practically suicide.
“It’s the one we know…” Tang Gang said.
"Li Zhaoyang made a move? Damn it, what is he planning to do?" Yu Jingkang's eyelids twitched wildly.
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