Chapter 521 North American Storm
"You work hard to perform, and you only earn a few cents to survive. Is that money considered feeding a dog? Only when you don't earn money for living, but just for fun, can you barely say that you earn money feeding a dog." Zhong Yi said, "It shows that you have other income. You are not the last Mohican, so why do you have to learn from others' blood and tears?"
The player smiled calmly: "How's it going?"
Zhong Yi said: "Very good, it feels better than the original. The artistic conception is less sad, but the vicissitudes of life are not reduced, and the vastness is even stronger. You are a man with a story."
"So you really just stood there for so long just listening to my music?"
"yes."
The player thought absentmindedly for a long time before he sighed, "It's not easy to find a soulmate."
This sentence was actually spoken in Chinese, and it was very standard... No, it wasn't quite standard either. The retroflex tongue of "知" (know) couldn't be raised. Zhong Yi, who had lived in Nanjiang for a long time, first reacted that it sounded a bit like Da Hu Jian's.
Zhong Yi was really curious this time, and couldn't help asking what he didn't want to ask at first: "How do you know I'm an immortal? I can't feel your supernatural power... Is your supernatural power so much stronger than mine?"
This is also a strange thing. Zhong Yi was judged to be S-level, which is the potential of superpowers. No matter how amazing longevity is, it is not a supermodel. S-level potential is normal. But in fact, there are many people with higher ratings than him whose superpowers are not as good as his level, because he has lived a long time, developed superpowers for many years, and his mental strength is extraordinary. If we only talk about this point, even Chu Jiangliu may not have any advantage in front of him.
He judged that the other party had no special powers, so he probably really did not have any special powers.
But a person without any special powers could actually see at a glance that he was an immortal?
The player smiled and said, "There are many talented people in the world. If you always judge things by your own established system, you will suffer."
Zhong Yi looked him up and down for a long while, and suddenly asked, "Why is your Chinese so standard?"
The player laughed even more happily: "Am I not a yellow man?"
"Indians are yellow people, but this is different from Chinese people..." Zhong Yi said speechlessly: "Don't tell me you also believe in the Indian saying, since ancient times?"
The player laughed: "Who knows."
Zhong Yi had a blank expression on his face: "Okay, even if it is, I don't care anyway, and I'm not talking to you about this."
The player laughed to himself for a while, and finally said, "I am neither an Indian nor a Mohican. I just traveled all over the world, visited all continents, and visited primitive tribes far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Finally, I saw this primitive tribe that had been wiped out. The last survivors reminisced about the vicissitudes of life. I thought it was very interesting, so I COSed it, and accidentally disturbed the clear ears."
Zhong Yi frowned. What kind of performance art is this?
The man leisurely put away his musical instrument and bowl, and had no intention of chatting with his "friend". He turned around and strode away: "You are also a lonely traveler, so you can resonate with this kind of music, but people still have to live in society. Otherwise, what is the difference between longevity and death?"
After saying this, the person disappeared around the corner in the distance.
Zhong Yi quickly turned over and looked around. Even the street he turned around was empty, as if the man had disappeared.
Zhong Yi frowned tightly. Who is this?
People have to live in society...then what is this person's identity in society?
He slowly turned around, left the old square and walked into the street in the distance. Not long after, he saw the bustling modern world and towering skyscrapers.
Zhong Yi slowly walked into a building and watched the elevator numbers jump all the way to the 30th floor. With a "ding" sound, the door opened and the sign of an entertainment agency appeared in the corridor.
Zhong Yi barely withdrew his mind from that weirdo and came back to reality.
This company is composed entirely of Chinese people, and it was the North American base "given" to them by the Korean tycoon Tang Jinyan.
The company's only ostensible business now is to promote various "Chu Tian Wu Ji" related matters in North America, including TV series, animation comics, novel translation, and original soundtrack.
The translation of the novel is handled by the overseas site itself, and this company is engaged in physical publishing, but I don’t know what’s the use of it.
I don't know if it was Tang Jinyan's own business operation, or Chu Jiangliu was just using his power for personal gain. Anyway, the two of them were not here. Zhong Yi knew that the fundamental meaning of this company was for everyone to find the fulcrum of the White Tiger. There were many special personnel in it. At present, he was half of the person in charge.
As for entertainment projects, judging from the current situation, it is extremely difficult to promote them. Basically, they can only make a splash in Chinatown, and no one in other places will even look at them.
From the perspective of making money alone, it's a huge loss.
Among all the projects, music seems to be relatively good. Good music is good music. No matter how different the styles of different countries are, beautiful music can still touch people's hearts. Sound is one of the most original "Tao".
Just like the music of the Mohicans, instruments and tunes that people have never seen and heard have become popular on the Chinese Internet. Thousands of people follow the music and their minds are drawn into the vast background.
Qiu Wu Ji’s music should be fine too.
"Today's digital album sales exceeded one million, which is much better than expected."
"It's been a long time since we last reached a million. Mr. Tang's target is far from what we expected."
"It depends on the month-on-month comparison. This month is indeed much better. The word of mouth has improved. Many Americans even asked on the radio what song this is. At first, someone said it was a Japanese song and was scolded."
"YouTube deserves a lot of credit. It has a lot of views and it got out."
"How's the CD?"
"CDs didn't sell very well, but vinyl records did."
“It’s tasteful…”
"What about the TV show?"
"Only Chinatown has a lot of viewers, and the same goes for the animation. No one reads the comics. Oh, there are some online, but overall it's not good, and the single volumes are almost unsaleable."
"I don't know how to report this to President Tang... It's a bit embarrassing."
Zhong Yi heard the employees' words one by one, and he smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'll talk to Mr. Tang."
In fact, it seems that the overall momentum is positive... Zhong Yicai doesn't have high expectations. This damn Chugo hasn't done anything, and he's going to make money for free. What else does he want?
"Ah, Mr. Zhong, you're here? Someone came to see you just now, and when he saw you were not here, he left a business card."
The assistant trotted over and handed over a business card: "Tell you to find him when you are free."
Zhong Yi took the business card and took a look at it - Bill Carter, General Manager of XX Entertainment Company.
"..." Zhong Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Theoretically, I have the highest authority in the company, but I know nothing about entertainment promotion and the like. Isn't this handled by President Wang... Well, strictly speaking, isn't security my responsibility?"
The assistant was helpless: "We told the other party that too, and he insisted on meeting you, saying that we are old friends."
Zhong Yi was stunned for a moment, then put away the business card: "I see, I'll take a look at it when I have time."
Zhong Yi was sure that he had no old friend with this name.
But when it comes to whether there are old friends in North America... Of course there are, but we haven't contacted each other for a long time, and we are no longer familiar with each other. This so-called old friend is more likely to be a reflection of the progress of Chu Jiangliu and his team's actions, and the storm in North America is about to begin.
Zhong Yi looked at the clouds outside the window and thought of the man who played the Mohawk. He always felt that he had more in common with him. Compared with other old friends, he cared more about the identity of that person.
(End of this chapter)
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