Who doesn’t want to make money after being reborn?

Chapter 357 Art without borders

"Harder than iron, stronger than steel."

"Fire at Fascist."

“Let all undemocratic systems die.”

"..."

The powerful melody resounded through the sky, almost knocking off the top of the Water Cube.

not only that.

The powerful melody spread along the electromagnetic waves and optical cables, quickly spreading to every corner of the Blue Star countries.

Yellow skin.

Dark skin.

"United?"

pretty good.

The singers and the audience who had just participated in the chorus seemed to notice something strange in the air: everyone's eyes seemed to have become softer and friendlier.

"I decisively changed the TV channel for my father who was watching the Olympics and asked him to watch this program."

"It was so shocking."

... Audiences sitting in front of the TV, and netizens watching the live broadcast with mobile phones, seemed to be grabbed by the neck by invisible hands, and couldn't help but hum along with the melody.

The opening ceremony is now over.

This is the most valuable part of the show that he worked so hard to create.

It seems that everyone is not here to participate in some kind of competition, but... to make friends.

It seems to be more determined.

"Unity is long overdue. I must learn this song."

Singers with different skin colors and costumes changed round after round. The audience who stayed in front of the TV and mobile phones were infected by the very strong rhythmic melody.

Daolang also noticed the emotional changes of the participating singers and the audience, but did not make any guidance or changes.

Just let everyone indulge for a while.

"Is this a Chinese melody?"

Water Cube scene.

He thought it felt great.

Until the singing stops the singer takes his final call.

White skin.

In the live broadcast screen.

Have to enter the first brutal knockout round.

“I always can’t help crying when I see singers of different skin colors and nationalities singing the same song.”

Everyone's eyes conveyed a common feeling: we are all one family.

"The power of art!"

"The power of music!"

"I feel the power of red, I feel the call of red."

Although the number of viewers watching the show has exceeded one billion, they are all immersed in the powerful melody and cannot extricate themselves.

"Power without borders!"

No one has commented at this time.

Eagle Sauce.

Netizens from all over the world came to their senses and poured into the message area:
"Please give me the lyrics! It's so powerful!"

"This is the great unity of the people of the world!"

Although I didn’t know what the lyrics were, I couldn’t help but hum along with the melody.

……

I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"My mother asked me why I was crying? I said: I have to kneel down to watch this show."

"I am Chinese! I want to tell everyone that this song is called: Unity is strength."

However, indulgence is indulgence. Everyone was just immersed in the common mood and did not forget that they were attending the opening ceremony.

Brown skin.

It's like...like...a family gathering of sorts.

"..."

Grand Commander's Office.

Sullivan, the security consultant who walked in a hurry, pushed open the door and said, "Your Excellency, the CIA has just reported an emergency."

"what can I do?"

With his feet on the desk, Ao Guanhai, who was darker than his face, curled his lips in boredom, venting his dissatisfaction.

Right now, he is busy running for re-election, and a rebel has emerged within his own party, preparing to replace him. So lawless.

He wanted to do nothing until he found a way to persuade this woman to give up the election.

pity.

Sullivan didn't seem to notice the dissatisfaction in his tone, and still stubbornly reported the intelligence he had just received: "According to the CIA monitoring network, approximately 1.6 billion people around the world are watching a program called "Looking for the Blue Star Voice" .”

"What's wrong? I know this program is mainly aimed at cultural exchanges among indigenous people around the world. It seems to be very popular among young people."

Ao Guanhai remained unmoved.

He is also a loyal viewer of the Internet program "Looking for XX Good Voices" and finds it very interesting.

Nothing to be surprised about.

The only thing that was a bit hard for him to accept was - why didn't the descendants of immigrants have a chance to participate in the show?

Ok.

It is to ensure the originality of national music, this is the explanation given by the program team.

He could still bear it.

After all, if an immigrant country like Yingjiang invites the music of aboriginal people from other countries to compete, then... what will others play?
The rules are reasonable.

"Your Majesty the Commander-in-Chief!"

Sullivan sounded a little anxious: "The key to the problem is not that there is anything worth fussing about about this show. The key is that singers from all over the world sang a song together during the opening ceremony."

"Speak directly, what do you mean? Don't hide it."

Ao Guanhai has a toothache.

Unable to stand this kind of riddle-like communication, he waved his hand impatiently.

Sullivan told the truth: "This is a red song, a song specially used to promote red ideology."

"Internationale?"

Ao Guanhai was a little nervous. He hurriedly put away his long legs on the desk, straightened his body again and guessed.

"No, it's not that serious. It's a song called "Unity is Strength."

"The emphasis is on unity?"

"Yes, emphasis on unity."

"Are you in such a hurry? Tell those idiots from the CIA that the election is very tense right now and not to disturb me."

"However, according to our monitoring, whether they are viewers watching the live TV broadcast or watching the live broadcast on their mobile phones, they are all emotionally affected by the melody of this song."

"Such a stake?"

"Yes, many people shed tears, accounting for probably more than 30%, which is very impressive."

"Find someone to translate this song and... use it as my campaign background music."

"what?"

"Oh shit! The most important thing right now is winning the election. Nothing can top it."

"That's a popular song!"

"Unity is also the main theme of my campaign, which is good, that's all."

"Would you like to change the melody?"

"Don't change the melody, you can... omit the lyrics."

"..."

Luo Hui's emotions were also affected by the melody sung by the singers.

He held his phone in silence until he watched the entire live broadcast of the opening ceremony.

A bit scary!
No wonder those artists often say "art has no borders", and today I really experienced it.

The melody of this song can really transcend national and national boundaries and trigger strong emotional resonance.

The right way to go!

I called Daolang back and set this song as the opening music for every live show.

"Luosang, the night is beautiful outside, why are you hiding in the house alone?"

outside the window.

Jin Minying suddenly appeared with her arms around the beautiful assistant's shoulders, smiling as she looked at him lying on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

"President Jin, you have disappeared now. It is not suitable to appear in public. Even in rural areas, we must guard against information leakage."

Luo Hui shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

This grandson really talks about people and ghosts.

Ever since they became linked with interests, they immediately became close friends.

Dare to do anything in front of him.

The dishonest pig's trotters actually rubbed the beautiful assistant's sensitive parts.

Really unworthy of a son of man.

(End of this chapter)