Fake girlfriend is a big star

"It seems like this is okay."

Gu Qinghan smiled and looked at the several audio files on the screen of his mobile phone. He always felt that this was what people in their company would do.

It has to be different from others. Besides, who stipulates that a song can only have so many original songs? Their company is not taking an unusual path. What's wrong with one song and multiple original singers popping up at the same time?

We are all in a band, and in the final analysis, we are actually a whole.

"Then just follow them." Lu Yang shrugged.

"What about your song?" Gu Qinghan asked curiously.

The band has already recorded the audio files, but Lu Yang has been staying at home these days and hasn't started recording yet.

Everyone originally wanted to release songs together.

"I'll record it tomorrow." Lu Yang stretched and said calmly, "But I definitely can't release songs at the same time that day."

"why?"

"Let's do it in order, pick up the dragon, and let the netizens choose by themselves." Lu Yang said lightly, "For the band's five songs, one will be released every hour, let them take the lead, and then I will get closer, and then it will be up to Teacher Zhou and Mom, otherwise it would be a bit unreasonable to release songs all on the same day and at the same time."

"Okay." Gu Qinghan shrugged.

in the following days.

Lu Yang had already chosen the song and went to the company to record it successfully.

Fang Fei and Zhou Qiuyue on the other end were not slow in their movements, and everyone had set the time to sing.

However, at this time, the Internet had already caused a big fuss over the Nobel Prize.

In the beginning, it was a group of guys who worshiped foreigners who published such news, and mentioned a lot of differences between domestic and foreign musicians. When it comes to their beautiful fathers, these people are brainless, and when it comes to their compatriots in China, they are brainless. belittle.

Among them, Lu Yang was the most severely belittled.

After all, this guy is too famous, and

There are some people behind it who are adding fuel to the fire.

"He is known as a musical talent, but he has never written a song with a similar theme."

"This makes me wonder what domestic musicians are usually doing? For commercialization, to make money, what about other things? Why have they never written or sung songs with similar anti-war themes? ?」

"While singers from other countries are writing and singing anti-war songs, musicians in our country are still thinking about how to commercialize songs, how to make the data of the songs better, and how to hype their own songs."

"The gap, the gap."

"."

There are endless such voices on the Internet, and Lu Yang and Gu Qinghan have always pretended not to know.

but

The reason why the incident became a big deal is——

Fang Fei came off the line.

"My mother is really like that." Gu Qinghan always felt angry and funny, "What's the use of arguing with these people? They don't think about what we have done. Anyway, other people are great at something or have gained something. If we win a prize, they will take it out and step on it in the next second. If we are good at it, they will turn a blind eye, and there is no point in arguing with them."

"." Lu Yang looked at the conversation between his mother-in-law and netizens on the phone screen. After a long time, he suddenly said, "I finally understand why you used to like surfing the Internet."

"Huh?" Gu Qinghan didn't understand.

"Like mother, like daughter." Lu Yang sighed, "It's all hereditary. Our mother is usually a harmonious and harmonious person at home, but she also has to quarrel with netizens online. This is different from what you did before. What's the difference?"

Gu Qinghan: "...I was arguing with netizens and telling them what is the truth."

"Then our mother is doing the same thing now." Lu Yang shrugged.

Gu Qinghan: "Okay, you are right, but do you know who is doing this behind the scenes?"

"I don't know." Lu Yang shook his head.

The quarrel this time is very strange. If it were just a group of people arguing and making comments on Weibo, no one would actually take it to heart.

After all, there are many smart people, and no one will take the initiative to interact with those who are mentally retarded.

However, the news this time brought more and more attention, so that many people ended up in the end later. Although some did not mention Lu Yang's name explicitly, they still named Lu Yang secretly.

It's just like.

There is a pair of invisible hands behind the scenes controlling everything.

"We still have many enemies." Gu Qinghan supported his chin, "Qinglu Culture Co., Ltd. is on the right track now. The market is so big. If the company is big, the business of other companies will definitely be affected, so those People will definitely be unable to sit still, and looking at the past, no one in China dares to jump out and sing with us in the ring, so we can only rely on the outside."

"Yeah." Lu Yang nodded.

The domestic artists, especially the new generation, are still very poor in various business abilities.

Because of a series of actions taken by their company, the living space of former traffic niches and the so-called top players is getting smaller and smaller.

If you want to expand your living space, it's actually very simple -

Let the work speak for itself.

But they don’t have the foundation or the works. Those companies are used to making quick money, so it’s impossible for them to settle down.

Then it can only make Lu Yang forgotten by the world and reduce his influence.

Nowadays, it seems normal to use the fact that a song in the United States won the Nobel Prize to draw fire on Lu Yang.

After all, those people will want to throw dirty water.

"Let's investigate slowly first." Lu Yang said seriously, "When the time comes, if we know who is behind the scenes, we will definitely liquidate it."

After Lu Yang finished speaking, he continued to look at the phone, but his eyes were a little blank.

In fact, he and his company have reached this point. There are not many people who can be called opponents or who can influence them. In fact, he can draw a range in his mind.

Can.

Lu Yang didn't want to draw or guess, he always felt that it was an old friend from the past.

"It doesn't matter." Gu Qinghan put his arms around Lu Yang's neck, "Today, starting from eight o'clock, our songs will be online. Let's give them a little shock first. If it doesn't work, let's reveal God's identity. Look at what kind of faces those people have."

8:00 am

Today's Internet is the same as in the past. There is no news. What is on the hot search list is more of the current facts.

Of course, the fact that "The Answer is in the Wind" won the Nobel Prize is still hanging on it.

However, at eight o'clock, the official account of the Road Clearing Company posted the same content on various platforms.

"The band has released a new song, please come and listen."

Lu Yang: "."

Gu Qinghan: "."

The couple had arrived at the company and were sitting with all the singers in the singing department.

Everyone wanted to shock the Chinese people through the song, but just after it was released, Lu Yang and Gu Qinghan felt the shock.

"Whose idea was this?" Lu Yang frowned and pointed at the word "band" on the blackboard.

"I don't know." "It's not me."

"I forgot."

"I forgot about it, and I don't know who came up with this name. I'd say it's really unpleasant. I've seen the Invincible Band and many other bands, but I've never seen a band called a band."

"Don't look at me. I don't speak, but that doesn't mean I came up with it."

"."

The singers shook their heads.

Lu Yang just wanted to hold his forehead.

Band, these two words are actually the name of their band. At that time, Lu Yang was worried that these guys would come up with a jaw-dropping or a bit arrogant name, but he really didn’t expect that they would So unconventional.

Band, just call it a band?

What the hell is this?

"Stop talking about it." The singers sang the original songs, "The songs have been released, let's see what netizens say."

Lu Yang: "...I suspect you just want to get through."

Everyone was silent, as if they couldn't tell the truth.

"Forget it, forget it." Lu Yang waved his hand, "Listen to the song, listen to the song."

Eight o'clock.

He had just walked into the office building. He had not seen this kind of steel and concrete forest for a long, long time.

He wore suits and ties, and looked like a high-end white-collar worker who worked in a building every day. However, the dust on his face gave him away. His tanned skin color was between black and yellow, and his eyes were cloudy and tired, like I have walked a long way and seen many things.

"The report in the first half of the year was great, and we were specially praised by the above." The leader showed a warm, family-like smile in front of him, and his tone was soft, "We plan to let you rest for a while, mainly because the war over there is getting more and more intense. It’s serious.”

"I disagree." His voice was strong, as if it could cut through steel.

"Going rashly may put your life in danger." The leader smiled, "Your mother met me some time ago. She said that you haven't come home for a long time, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so you should go home to celebrate the Chinese New Year first. Isn’t it okay?”

"No." He looked at the leader with firm eyes, "I am a reporter, and I am a reporter who walks on the edge of life and death. Reports from the front line of the war are meaningful. We can not only obtain the battle situation on the front line, but also report the situation on the front line. Show the environment to everyone, only in this way will everyone hate war."

"But war represents danger. If not..." the leader suddenly paused, "Even if you don't go, someone else will take your place. That place is too dangerous, and it's not a place where you can stay longer."

"So?" he asked, "I have parents, but others don't? Or is my life more precious? Those dangerous jobs should be given priority to others? I'm sitting in the back with my legs crossed drinking tea?"

"You're still too stubborn."

"I don't think I'm stubborn."

"But I can unilaterally let you take leave." The leader's voice became colder. "It's been three years. You graduated four years ago and became a frontline reporter three years ago. Do you know how your mother spent these three years? ? She often can’t sleep at night, flipping through your interview videos, and the more she watches, the more worried she becomes about your safety.”

"How about you and my mother have another baby."

"You" the leader waved his hand, "I don't agree with your suggestion. Your next task is to take a vacation. This is my order. You will take vacation until the Chinese New Year. As for what you will do after the new year, I have arrangements!"

"I disagree."

"I am your leader."

"I don't agree with you being the leader." He turned his head, "Then who will replace me? People's lives are not their lives?"

"Anyone can come, you are not the only reporter." The leader waved his hand, "I hope you can carry out the order."

"As I said, I won't execute it."

"Then consider it my request." The leader sighed, "My current identity is your father."

"Neither."

"I don't intend to give you a chance to discuss." The leader waved his hand, "Please go back to the press department on the third floor. You wait over there."

He walked out of the office nonchalantly.

In fact, his father was right, the front lines and those areas were indeed too dangerous.

But he always feels that traveling thousands of miles is meaningful. It is not just that he has walked such a long distance alone. He can let other people see the scene in a certain corner of the world through the lens.

This is the meaning of being a reporter and a news practitioner.

He won't give up anyway.

He was even thinking about how to go beyond his own father's instructions.

Thinking about it, he walked to the third floor.

Unlike the raging wars abroad, there is real peace here. The entertainment reporters outside are still discussing who has released a new song and whose TV series is about to be staged.

Which traffic niche should it be?

He chuckled. Domestic traffic stars came one after another. He had never heard of these names, and he didn't pay much attention to them.

"Brother Xu." A reporter suddenly stopped him.

"Is something wrong?"

"You know more languages." The female colleague smiled in front of him, "Can you help us find out which country's language the lyrics of this song are in, or what they mean? We will wait until we write the manuscript. Use it."

"Search online."

"It's not a common language, eh," the female colleague said coquettishly, "Just help me, just for a while, I'll treat you to dinner later."

He waved his hand and wanted to leave directly, but suddenly he heard singing coming from his female colleague's mobile phone. At first it was melodious piano sound, and then it turned out to be the language he knew.

It was a chorus of a group of people, and it sounded very serious.

“AMANI NAKUPENDA

NAKUPENDA WE WE

AMANI NAKUPENDA

NAKUPENDA WE WE”

He stopped.

This is the language of a small country in Africa. He can recognize it because he has stayed there for a while. Even though it was a few years ago, he still remembers what he saw when he walked through the ruins. The children there looked at him in fear, even if he had candy in his hand, he was still far away.

That was the sequelae of the war. It took a lot of effort for him to talk to the local people. When he asked these people what they thought, they also said the same thing:

"Peace, we need you."

"Who wrote the song?" He turned around and looked at the female colleague who was talking to him, "Which African singer?"

He wanted to ask something else, then thought about it and said, "No, no, the accent is wrong. Although the language is fine, it doesn't sound like the local accent."

"Brother Xu, do you know this language?" The female reporter's eyes lit up, "Great, we are frustrated that we can't translate the real meaning. Come on, come on, let's listen to the song together. This song is a A song about peace." (End of chapter)