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Chapter 310 The era of online singers in chaos

"Boss, two machines, all night long, I came to the bucket of instant noodles, white elephant, add a ham sausage."

In the evening of mid-November, the evening breeze hits.

As the plastic door curtain was opened, the two young men wrapped their clothes tightly and walked in dustyly.

He was covered in dust and looked haggard.

There is a construction site nearby. These two young people worked all night, slept one day the next day, and watered them at night.

The young man who was talking familiarly pulled four or five of the "tea" cigarettes from the counter boss, put them in his pocket, turned around and said, "Mouse, where are you?"

The black clothes of "Rat" look a little fat, with long hair shawls, full of literary and artistic spirit, and he was hot: "Just just start the machine."

"No meal tonight."

“Not hungry.”

"Boss, let's get another bucket of instant noodles and a ham sausage." The young man smiled: "Mouse, bring it to me later."

"OK."

The boss turned on two machines, soaked instant noodles, put them on the counter, looked at the young man who was turning on the computer, shook his head, and muttered: "You brother is such a traitor. I grab more than 10 cigarettes a box of cigarettes a night, and I can't bear to pay for two dollars. I'm too stingy."

"Thank you." The mouse smiled introvertedly.

The Internet cafe near the construction site was in extremely poor conditions and was in a mess. Several young people shouted "A" point, and with the fierce gunfire, they shouted "Damn".

Then there are things like "network too much", "bad feel" and "bad guns are not easy".

The mouse carried instant noodles through the crowded and stuffy aisle.

The young man has turned on the phone, logged in to QQ, and clicked on it with "Qianqian Jingting".

"Damn it, Qianqian Jingting has been upgraded."

"Brother Hu, your instant noodles." Mouse came up to take a look. He had loved music since he was a child. No matter how hard or tiring his life was on the construction site, he had never lost his dream.

"It's a bit awesome."

The young man is an old networm. After exploring for a few minutes, Qianqian Jingting understood it. After searching for a few songs, almost all of them were taken. After taking the instant noodles, he casually said: "Mouse, I will bring the instant noodles to me, and that bucket will be given to you. Look, Qianqian Jingting has a function, the original innovation sharp list, and can upload songs."

"It's a pity that your song "Rat Loves Rice" is only sung on the construction site. Why not pass it on and try it."

Said.

I couldn't wait to swallow the instant noodles, put on my headphones, and replied to the QQ message with my greasy fingers and clicked on CS.

Yang Chengang was holding instant noodles, stunned for a moment, and sat down with a wry smile.

Brother Hu is a friend he met on the construction site. The two of them have similar scent and both like to surf the Internet.

People like to be greedy for small gains.

The heart is excellent.

The machine is turned on.

Yang Chengang clicked on "Qianqianjingling" as soon as possible, and this music player is the software he has used the most.

The upgraded "Qianqian Jingting".

The background color is green, very fresh and natural, and the interface is simple.

Song list.

Song Library.

Original innovation sharp list.

Yang Chengang tried to search for several singers he followed.

Ren Xianqi, Qi Qin, Luo Dayou...

“A little awesome.”

These days, there are everything on the Internet, but no company can make a player to listen to music online.

Yang Chengang clicked on the original innovation list that he was most concerned about. The songs he wrote had almost no benefits except for self-entertainment.

There is no platform for communication.

at present.

There are very few songs on the list, only 6 songs.

The first song: "flammable and explosive".

The second song: "People like me"

The third song: "Learn to Meow"

The fourth song: "The First Snow in 2002"

“…”

Yao Beina...

Dao Lang...

Yang Chengang casually clicked "People like me".

In the headphones.

The guitar sound flows: "A good person like me"

"It should have been a brilliant life"

"How come it has been in the past twenty years?"

"It's still floating in the sea of ​​people"

“…………”

After a song, Yang Chengang couldn't calm down for a long time. The simple lyrics and melody of this song sing the voice in his heart.

Someone like me.

We should have lived a brilliant life.

I was stunned for a moment and came to my senses.

sharp.

This song is definitely at the level of a golden song.

Yao Beina.

Yang Chengang recorded the singer and tried to listen to "the first snow in 2002".

The same singing level.

Yang Chengang's mind was in a mess. Each of the six songs on the list was at the level of singing.

Singing level.

Third-tier singers can eat for a lifetime.

Yang Chengang didn't even think about it, so he registered an account and applied to become a singer. After the email verification, Yang Chengang clicked on the "contract" template sent by the email.

Party A: Pangu Music.

Damn it.

Yang Chengang was shocked. Pangu Music is currently only a second-rate music company, but it is even more famous than many first-rate record companies.

Nothing.

Pangu Music has "The Golden Hands of Chinese Music" Han Qiao.

"Qianqian Jingting" is a software developed by "Pangu Music".

Yang Chengang's face turned bloody, and his hands holding the mouse were trembling.

He knows.

My own chance has come.

………………………………………

Yanjing.

Hanqiao looked at the quiet Panshan Mountain Road. In the winter, the air in Yanjing was dry and the sky was always gloomy.

Entering the mountain.

The precious clarity of heaven.

The trees were glowing green, and you could see that the clear winding stream flowed.

The best place in China is forever encircled by the powerful.

Han Qiao secretly sighed that he had some money on hand now and had no shortage of fame. However, it was a delusion to have a whole house here.

You can't buy it even if you have money.

Xia Wen turned his head and looked at it, a little disgusted: "What are your eyes?"

"Eyes of envy."

"Stop coming." Xia Wen sighed: "My family is quite complicated, but I rarely come here. If my grandfather hadn't seen you this time, I wouldn't have come."

"It's all here, reveal it?"

“It’s coming soon.”

The car drove to a secluded mountain building complex with guards at the door. After tediously checking his identity, the car drove to the intersection.

"Get out of the car, I have to leave next."

Han Qiao nodded.

Walk along the mountain path.

The air is indeed good, and the building is not luxurious. The simple and ordinary small blue brick yard is located in the trees.

From time to time, you can see real guns and live ammunition guards, with vigilant eyes.

After walking for a few minutes.

Someone came down on the mountain road.

"Sister Lan." Xia Wen looked up and said hello, and smiled: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are Sister Lan?"

Sister Lan has a simple makeup and generous look. She looked at Han Qiao and smiled with red lips: "Oh, this is taking her boyfriend to see the old man."

"Not bad, very handsome."

Han Qiao smiled.

I feel a little clear-headed.

Sister Lan is obviously "Ke Lan".

Ke Lan and Han Yu are famous in the entertainment industry, especially Ke Lan, who is a red-grown woman. Xia Wen is so intimate with her, which shows that the two families have close contacts.

"Sister Lan, you misunderstood. This is Han Qiao."

"I recognized it, a well-known writer, a first-line actor, a golden hand in the Chinese music scene, and a young director." Ke Lan stretched out her hand and smiled: "Your name is really long."

"Hello, Han Qiao, I'm Ke Lan."

"Hello Miss Ke." Han Qiaoqian shook his hand.

Ke Lan has a pretty appearance, a very positive temperament, a bit boyish and bold: "What's the name Miss Ke? Sister Lan."

"Sister Lan." Han Qiao was kind and was like a stream of good deeds.

"My sister Wen, your boyfriend is okay, you are so generous, you're not a slut." Ke Lan looked at Xia Wen's face and smiled: "It's interesting, okay, Mr. Xia and my grandfather are playing chess, you can go up quickly."

"Han Qiao, come out to play together when you have time."

"Okay, Sister Lan invites you, you can get free at any time."

…………

"Mr. Xia, it's all here, let's talk?"

Xia Wen was a little shy, mainly because Ke Lan was a person who couldn't hide things. I guess the whole circle knew that he had brought a boy to see his grandfather and glanced at Han Qiao: "Sister Lan is my grandfather's old subordinate."

"Damn."

Han Qiao was shocked.

Looking at Xia Wen's back, his thighs... are so thick...

"I'll keep it a little later." Xia Wen was a little afraid of Han Qiao's nonsense, so he stood at the door and gave a special advice.

"Mr. Xia, I'm a little weak now, please help me."

"Come on," Xia Wen rolled his eyes, very satisfied: "I'm still in the mood to joke, it's great."

Han Qiao thought to himself, back then, I was nicknamed "Old Man Le".

Successfully achieved fame and opened a nursing home.

"grandmother……"

In the yard...

A big tree with dense leaves, the sun slanted from the uncle, and on the bluestone stone table, two kind old men were playing chess.

The silver-haired old man sat in the yard, carefully carrying beans.

The small yard is very simple.

Han Qiao also saw two big white geese swaying their butts swaying.

Xia Wen threw himself into the old man's arms and rubbed: "Grandma, I miss you so much."

"I don't think I'll come to see me, oh, this young man is so energetic." The old lady was not at all stupid, looked at her eyes and smiled kindly: "Young man, what's the name?"

"Hello, grandma, my name is Han Qiao." Han Qiao was very polite.

Respect the elderly and love the young.

Traditional virtues.

"Han Qiao." The old lady nodded and pointed her finger at Hu Dou: "Who else is there in the family?"

"There are no one at home." Han Qiao was a little disappointed: "My relatives are gone."

"He's also a poor child." The old lady smiled: "But don't be afraid. If you want to, come and see grandma more."

"Grandma..." Xia Wen's voice was so irritating that he turned red now, and he shouted: "It's Grandpa who wants to see him."

"I know." The old lady spoke loudly: "I want the old man to see him."

"You ghost girl, you are so old, you don't have a home at all."

The old lady is very skilled in training Xia Wen.

Han Qiao stood up honestly. After a few minutes, the old lady smiled and said, "Go, it's all under the tree."

"good"

When Han Qiao saw the main owner, Mr. Xia's face turned red, his waist was straight, and there was a hideous scar on his face, so he could do it without anger.

Holding the chess with your fingers, landing soundly.

Chess is chess.

The battle was fierce.

It can be seen that both of them are chess tricks, with one limit being exchanged, and only one army and one horse left on the flag plate.

The battle situation is anxious.

"Brother Xia, your chess..." The old man was a little proud. There was no way out for this chess: "Surrender, you will not kill the gun."

Mr. Xia's thick eyebrows squinted and his voice buzzed: "What are you saying? I, Xia, have not surrendered for so many years."

"When I call for support."

Said.

I looked at Han Qiao: "Boy, you are the support force sent by the superiors."

"Yes." Han Qiao was a little serious.

"Okay, now the command is left to you." Mr. Xia blew his beard and said, "I still want me to lose. If this guy loses, what does it have to do with me?"

"Hey..." The old man stopped doing it: "Brother, you are not fooling around."

"The chess are like a battlefield."

“Support is reasonable, right?”

"Brother, you..." The two old men blew their beards and glared, and finally the old man smiled: "Okay, I'm here and I'm not able to make things happen."

Han Qiao looked at it.

The old man was a car, a horse, a shot.

Hanqiao also has one horse, one gun, one soldier and one soldier.

It is indeed a bit difficult to drive straight in the car.

Han Qiao carried the crossing river and pressed forward step by step.

"You kid, it's time, and you still don't forget to attack." The old man smiled and carried the car: "It's a bit bloody."

"Hey... you can't leave like this." Mr. Xia was anxious.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "Master Xia, why don't you come?"

"I am the political commissar now." Mr. Xia glared: "I don't have to do anything to fight."

This old man.

shameless.

Han Qiao shook his head and focused on the game.

You come and go, fighting for a while.

Han Qiao admitted defeat: "Mr., you won."

"It's interesting." The old man looked at the chessboard and Han Qiao Guang was rude: "It's already this situation, why are you still attacking so fiercely?"

"Kill one is enough to make money, kill two is enough to make money." Han Qiao smiled: "Put it to death, break the axe and sink the boat."

"Interesting, interesting." The old man looked at Han Qiao and held the teacup: "Brother Xia, if you have a small customer, I won't keep more."

"Today, you and I will not decide the winner, and we will fight again tomorrow." Mr. Xia was not ashamed at all.

Send the old man away.

Mr. Xia turned around: "Han Qiao, let's talk in our study."

Han Qiao followed with her step by step.

Arrive at the study room.

The old man spread out the paper and wrote a few big words, and he could also: "Do you understand the words?"

"I don't understand." Han Qiao shook his head, he knew the word "nons".

The old man smiled.

He pointed to the book on the bookcase again: "Do you understand books?"

"don't know."

The Four Books and Five Classics are unknown.

The old man was a little happy: "You kid are honest."

"It's true that there is, there is nothing." Han Qiao smiled.

"I don't know about books and literature." The old man was very experienced and patted Han Qiao's shoulder: "If you don't have education, you can only work hard."

"Tell me, what kind of cultural war?"

"I have fought a war for a lifetime, but now I really don't understand this."

Han Qiao did not deliberately express it, the doctrine of the mean: "Cultural war is a new manifestation of the international situation. In the current world, without gunpowder, competition and conflict are more intense. The main source of conflict is not ideology or economy, but culture."

Culture is indeed a battlefield.

Don't say far away.

The reason why the country of kimchi is so urgent and even shamelessly grasps our country's traditional culture is to increase its cultural heritage. If you say too much about this, it will be water. In short, a nation without culture has no future.

A nation that has lost its own culture can only end up dying in history.

not to mention.

The "Ten Precepts" of the Beautiful Country deliberately subverts the ideology of our youth and distorts the three views.

Pursuing material enjoyment.

Extreme individualism...

Han Qiao said it very general and was too detailed, so troubles came.

There are too many smart people.

"So, my idea is to start from the entertainment industry and guide our youth to be positive and make progress."

Han Qiao said righteousness.

Mr. Xia looked at it. The boy was quite thick-skinned and nodded: "It's interesting, Han Qiao, stay for dinner tonight."

……………………

The evening breeze hits people.

As the night comes, the wind is cool in the mountains.

With his hair blowing, Han Bridge overlooks the bright lights and wine of Yanjing City at the foot of the mountain.

Turning his head, Xia Wen was a little quiet.

Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Xia, Wang Xiaobao can participate in the Golden Horse Awards this time."

"So what?" Xia Wen disagreed: "The chances of Wang Xiaobao winning the Golden Horse Awards are almost zero. I advise you not to have fantasies and give up honestly."

"What if I win?"

"Oh." Xia Wen tilted his head and hummed: "Beasts are worse than beasts?"

Give you a chance.

You are not useful.

Yay.

Han Qiao wanted to smoke melon seeds.

It's okay to tease me, now it's better, the initiative is no longer on me.

……………………

On the mountain.

In the small yard, the night is as cool as water.

Mr. Xia was lying on the lounge chair and staggered to look down the mountain.

The old lady held the bench and said, "I'm seeing you, how about it?"

"What's it?"

"Stop being careless." The old lady was a little worried: "There is probably no more than Jade Xia."

"The only children and grandchildren are lucky." Mr. Xia smiled: "Her dad doesn't worry, why are we worried about?"

"As for that boy."

"Something is a bit of an idea, but it's too murderous."

"I'm afraid I'm not a good man."

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