Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 341 Three Qi Huang Qihui

Let’s say it’s just eight games. If you can sing enough at one time, you can count yourself as having an addiction in the red hall.

Yu Dongqing told the matter among the four people, and the rest of them didn't have any opinions.

just sing
As long as you don't dislike hard work, it's fine.

The performance continued on the second night, and the entire Red Hall was full early in the morning.

Huang Qihui, wearing a mask, followed the crowd into the red hall, and sat in the ordinary seats. He ignored his wife's dissuasion and insisted on coming to listen.

Is the concert really as magical as the legend says?

At eight o'clock, amidst the cheers of fans, the concert will begin.

"I Like You" and "Obviously a Prodigal Heart". Yu Dongqing sang one after another, and the atmosphere in the red hall was warm.

But Huang Qihui's heart became colder the more he listened.

it is true.

There are two new songs that are better than the public ones.

For example, Huang Qihui likes the song "Don't Decorate Other People's Dreams" very much.

This should be a Cantonese ditty that was popular in Xiangjiang in the last century. There are not many people who can write such a graceful tune.

Traditional Cantonese music, such as Yuehu, dulcimer and bamboo flute, would be better.

Huang Qihui couldn't help admiring.

Hey.
But why, such a beautiful Cantonese song, was written by a mainlander?
It would be fine if there are Cantonese who can speak Cantonese, but they are from the north!
Just write one poem, why write so many poems in a row? !

Is our music scene in Hong Kong going to be occupied by these mainlanders?
I even think about how I started to learn music when I was in my teens, especially Cantonese songs. I have worked hard and thought hard for nearly 30 years. I have written countless songs and I can’t come up with a song that can compare with these songs!
Why?

God treats me unfairly.

Thinking of these, Huang Qihui suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes went dark, and he passed out again.

The concert on the second day was still a great success, but what shocked the fans even more was another piece of news on the Internet: Mr. Huang Qihui, a famous Hong Kong musician, suffered a heart attack last night on the way to the concert of Qingmansue Band. After being sent to the hospital, rescue failed and died. "

Yu Dongqing and the others didn't know this news until they had dinner the next morning, and they all looked at each other in dismay.

What the hell!

Really dead!

And it's still at my own concert!

"No way? We're not holding a rock concert, so he wouldn't be so excited, right?" Zhang Yang looked surprised.

"Yes. It's a pity. Huang Qihui was also a great musical talent in Hong Kong, and he died young, hey."

One by one, they all expressed their regrets.

Sitting on the side, Luo Yun drank dace ball and beef porridge, but she was thinking in her heart: Are you mad at me?It is said that this person is narrow-minded and jealous of talents.

The unfortunate death of Huang Qihui is a great pity for the Xiangjiang music scene. People in the entertainment circle of Xiangjiang have posted their condolences or visited their homes to express their condolences. Even the Qingmanshoe Band also asked people to send wreaths to express their condolences.

The concert of the Qingmanshoe Band in the Red Pavilion continued, and it finally ended after eight days.

In the middle of the show, the fans asked to continue singing, but Yu Dongqing declined.

Singing continuously for eight days, his sister is really tired.

In the original time and space, I don’t know how Eason Chan sang 27 concerts in the Red Hall.
It can only be said that it is too awesome.

Today is the second day after the concert. Yu Dongqing's studio staff are all on vacation and go to various scenic spots in Xiangjiang. Everyone has worked hard for so many days.

What's more, many people are coming to Xiangjiang for the first time, so it's a pity not to go around.

Yu Dongqing didn't want to transfer, he still had his own business, so he was invited to attend the afternoon tea held by Zhou Fanming in his mansion.

Originally, the four members of the Qingmanshoe Band were invited, but the other three members did not understand Cantonese very well, and it was difficult to communicate, so they declined, and Yu Dongqing participated alone.

Zhou Fanming lives in Qingshui Bay, which is also a gathering place for rich people in Xiangjiang, and there are mansions everywhere.Zhou Fanming's three-storey villa is just beside Qingshui Bend, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery.

Afternoon tea was held in the garden, and it was actually those people: Xia Wenxi, Liu Guoliang, and the writer Jin Long, who is also a famous lyricist.

Everyone chatted while drinking tea, basically centering on Xiangjiang's pop music, congratulating Yu Dongqing's band's concert, and expressing regret for Huang Qihui's unfortunate death.

"Did you see a news on the Internet? Say More publicly questioned Mr. Yu's Cantonese songs sung by his band, which is old-fashioned and has no sense of the times." Jin Long said suddenly.

"The style of music is old? Like Say More and the others, if they sing rap and can't even hear what they sing, it's considered trendy?" Xia Wenxi said unceremoniously.

As an older generation of musicians, what I hate the most is this so-called rap.

Zhou Fanming, who is in charge of an entertainment group, is naturally not as conservative as Xia Wenxi when it comes to the development and market trends of the Xiangjiang music scene.

He replied with a smile: "Old Xia, you don't like it, but young people like it." After speaking, he looked at Yu Dongqing again: "What do you think?"

"The music style of RAP is indeed very popular among young people, and it's the same in our mainland." Yu Dongqing said frankly: "Actually, I sometimes listen to it, it's pretty good."

"The most important thing is that the lyrics are too bad!" Xia Wenxi took up the topic again: "Listen to the words that Say More sang? Full of pornography, violence, such lyrics. How can there be any beauty at all? It's so vulgar, it just pollutes the music! "

"Mr. Xia, RAP is an imported product and is closely related to hip-hop culture. How beautiful lyrics do you want him to have?" Zhou Fanming retorted.

"Without good lyrics, it's not good music! Isn't it, Guoliang?" Xia Wenxi turned his head and asked Liu Guoliang.

Liu Guoliang is good at writing lyrics, but he is an honest person, not as hot-tempered as Xia Wenxi, and said with a smile: "I haven't researched this, and I have no right to speak."

Seeing the two arguing, Yu Dongqing had no choice but to say: "The lyrics of RAP are indeed sometimes criticized, but not all of them. I think RAP is just a form of music, and you can still write better lyrics."

"Anyway, I haven't heard any good lyrics from Say More!" Xia Wenxi replied stiffly.

Yu Dongqing smiled and said nothing.

"Hey, look." Jin Long, who was swiping his phone beside him, said suddenly, "Mr. Yu, Say More is challenging you."

"Challenge me?" Yu Dongqing was puzzled.

"Look." Jin Long took the phone and handed it to Yu Dongqing.

Sure enough, he saw Say More's personal Facebook page, mocking Yu Dongqing's songs at the concert, both in terms of score and arrangement, have been OUT, now is the era of post-modern pop music, your classical pop is already from the last century thing.

"Uncle, how about some electronic music? Hip-hop or RAP? Let us juniors see the demeanor of the seniors?"

There was such a passage behind Facebook.

Ah?
Really challenging?

But what's the name of me and your bunch of brats?

Yu Dongqing looked at it and smiled, but ignored it.

(End of this chapter)