The opening of China Entertainment Group gave Jay Chou a head-on confrontation

Chapter 674: Can't Provoke
“I wouldn’t say this is a setback for Taiwan’s music scene, but it is a fact.”

"I don't understand. Twenty years ago, we didn't chase stars to such an extent that we forgot our roots. Even Miss Teresa Teng couldn't do that."

"This is a shameful show. I reasonably suspect that this is Warner's hype. Warner has treated Taipei as a show for Zhou Yi alone. Warner has always been like this. Everyone knows that they are best at hype."

"These fans are committing a crime by spending so much just for a star from the mainland!"

"Where does a fan club get so much money? Is there some shady deal going on?"

"Investigate thoroughly! My suggestion is to investigate thoroughly!"

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"..."

On April 4, one day after Zhou Yi arrived in Taipei and checked into his hotel, some variety shows on Taiwan's major TV stations, several entertainment music review programs and even some radio hosts were all shocked by the photo from the Liberty Times.

Who would believe you if you said this wasn't taken by someone waiting in advance and taking the photo from a fixed location?

Combined with Warner's history of hype, this was reasonable suspicion for them.

At the same time, Zhou Yi's fan club, which had booked billboards along the road for him, was also subjected to unprecedented criticism and accusations.

Music critics, experts, scholars and even so-called social critics flocked to Zhou Yi like cats smelling fish.

Everyone wants to take a bite of Zhou Yi.

The difference is that some people just want to take advantage of the popularity so that they can get more notices and make money in the future. They will play whatever role the company or radio and TV station assigns them;
Some people really understood Zhou Yi's "Gui Zang", and saw Zhou Yi's "wolf ambition" hidden under his youthful and frivolous appearance. They no longer wanted any manners and wanted to tear off his disguise.

Warner, who had predicted that Zhou Yi would be caught in a whirlpool of public opinion after arriving in Taiwan, was no pushover and joined forces with its partners to display its money power.

Coca-Cola, a major sponsor of Taiwan's programs and TV stations, was also brought in.

No matter how you curse, the program must have both sides - if there are people who strongly oppose Zhou Yi, there must be people who strongly support Zhou Yi.

what?
Not willing?
Do you still want the sponsorship?

You want to talk to me about independent journalism?
All of them rely on sponsorship and advertising to increase their performance. Aren't we the ones who invest money to support them?
"Since we are all being kept by someone, what is the point of talking about independence?"

Zhou Jianhui's tone was firm.

Warner is not trying to gag you. If you want to curse Zhou Yi, you can do so. We just want to squeeze a few of our own people in to speak for Zhou Yi - this is called freedom of speech!
What do you mean by objection?
Are we against freedom of speech?
What is your purpose? What is your intention?

"To be honest, I even think that Zhou Yi came to the Golden Melody Awards specifically for his fans. You should know that he has quietly withdrawn from many award ceremonies in mainland China, because as long as he participates, no one can compete with him."

"To be fair, Zhou Yi, as a Chinese and an Asian, has achieved such success in the world music scene. It is not surprising that he has received such love..."

"I'm not a fan of so-and-so. I'm just a passerby who likes to listen to music. I think Zhou Yi is great..."

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Fierce debates took place one after another. There were only a few television and radio stations on the island, and they covered every corner.

Anyone with a sound hearing and eyesight can tell from the sudden surge in news that Zhou Yi has arrived in Taiwan, and he came for his fans.

What was originally a public opinion rhythm against Zhou Yi turned into a large-scale news show about Zhou Yi coming to Taiwan under Zhou Jianhui's behind-the-scenes manipulation.

Many ordinary passers-by who had only heard his songs finally got to see what kind of innate news saint this man who is infinitely rampant in today's music scene is.

Your mother won't stop.

After all, he is an international superstar, so this topic is enough. I just wonder how many trophies such an awesome musician will get from the Golden Melody Awards.

The official jury of the Golden Melody Awards: “…”

The Golden Melody Awards officials, who were originally just trying to gauge the direction of public opinion, felt that they might have been dragged into a trap by this bastard Zhou Jianhui.

If they really only give one, will the Golden Melody Awards face a credibility crisis?

Media at other levels also immediately saw through Zhou Jianhui’s purpose - Damn, he’s using us!
Isn't hedging the issue the same as cheering for Zhou Yi? !

With that result, anyone with eyes can tell how strong it is...

Zhou Yi, who had not appeared in media interviews for several days after arriving in Taipei, was not affected at all and went shopping. He also visited the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall under the guidance of tour guide Sun Yanzi.

The main purpose is to check out the place in advance and see what the restaurant is like.

After all, the venue for this year's Golden Melody Awards ceremony is the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall in Taipei. As we all know, there are two things engraved in the DNA of adult men: bitterness and forensics.

From the elderly in their seventies and eighties, they debated in the park during the day, and from the youngest in their twenties, war criminals gathered in university dormitories.

"It's OK, that's the feeling."

After strolling around, Zhou Yi, who felt that there was nothing special, went from being an enthusiastic witness to a lack of interest in commenting. Anyway, as far as the attractions were concerned, in his personal opinion, it was inferior to the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall in Zhongshan, Guangdong.

The main reason is that Sun Yanzi cannot support his little story of forensics, and he cannot enjoy the pleasure of a cyber cricket battle where you and I confront each other.

"Don't you think your Nanyang Technological University is too low? It's ranked higher than Peking University in the world, but the students are only at your level?"

"I'll give you a punch."

Sun Yanzi cursed with a smile, clenched his fist and pretended to attack his waist: "You want to die? You can slander me, but don't slander my alma mater."

"That's your problem."

"I'm not interested in history, because I had a very bad history teacher when I was a child." Sun Yanzi hummed as he talked about his past.

She was once a rebellious little girl who didn’t like studying in Singapore. Rebellious period is inevitable for children.

At that time, because of her poor grades, her history teacher publicly told her not to come to school for exams in the future, so as not to lower the class average. After her self-esteem was hurt, she began to work hard and finally succeeded.

Zhou Yi walked out of the venue with his hands in his pockets curiously: "What happened next? Did he look at you with new eyes? Is this a great story of teacher-student reconciliation?"

"No, how could that be possible? I didn't want to talk to that history teacher at all. I never said a word to him afterwards. After I got into college, I thanked all the teachers but he wasn't one of them." Sun Yanzi shook her short hair without hesitation and raised her head, looking as if she was just as cool as she was back then.

His eyes were fierce and his back teeth were clenching.

You can see that he really hates it.

“Do you have a teacher you hate?”

"Me? No, my teachers treat me like a treasure. They hold me in their hands for fear of dropping me, and hold me in their mouths for fear of me melting me." Zhou Yi chuckled, and his boastful tone sounded a bit unbelievable to the woman's ears.

There is no way, if you are good at studying, you can do whatever you want.

Even the bald hooligans in school who liked to pick fights didn't want to mess with him - whenever there was a fight or quarrel or anything else, as long as Zhou Yi opened his mouth, the teacher, the head teacher, and the grade director would definitely believe him.

Where are you going to explain this?

Zhou Yi, this troublemaker, lied with his eyes open, and the school really believed it.

The two were hurting each other, and soon the Nokia in Zhou Yi's leather jacket pocket started to ring.

"Hello? Old Qian?"

"Ayi, the Golden Melody Awards have compromised. They have agreed to let you perform at the Golden Melody Awards, but the prerequisite is that you can't say nonsense like you did in the United States. Just sing for your fans."

On the other end of the phone, Qian Jiang's voice sounded visibly excited.

Zhou Yi, who was quite surprised by this agreement, raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"The Golden Melody Awards couldn't handle the pressure from public opinion. Jianhui directly muddied the waters and raised the pressure to a new level. The Golden Melody Awards simply couldn't handle it. After all, none of them had received a clear notice that you were not allowed to perform on the Golden Melody Awards stage."

Qian Jiang, who had been cooperating with Zhou Jianhui in various micro-managements since arriving in Taipei, had only slept five hours a day for three consecutive days. "Are you rehearsing for the red carpet now?"

"Uh……"

Zhou Yi looked up at the venue sign, glanced at the woman who automatically shut up so as not to disturb him, and said, "Oh, no, Yan Zi insisted on dragging me to accompany her to visit the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall."

? ? ? ?
Sun Yanzi, who had his hands behind his back with a comfortable look on his face, suddenly widened his eyes, raised his right index finger and pointed at Zhou Yi, who had confused black and white, cursing silently.

Zhou Yi, with the corners of his mouth unable to stop rising, fiddled with her right hand that she stretched out persistently, while chatting with Qian Jiang in a serious tone.

Outside the venue, a stall cart with the words "boneless chicken fillet, pearl milk tea" and a loud speaker hanging on it slowly passed by.

“Pearl milk tea, boneless chicken fillet, so delicious…”

"Hey! Wait a minute, hurry up and put on your hat, sunglasses and scarf, and give me some boneless chicken fillet!"

Qian Jiang: "..."

(End of this chapter)