Entertainment: This top celebrity is really letting loose!

Go to Heaven?

Before the music industry heavyweights in the front row could even react to the song title, the entire audience behind them had already begun to cheer in unison.

"What's going on?"

Hua Rongcheng couldn't resist his curiosity.

Old Ding quipped, "What else could it be? You can tell just by looking at the song title. Zhou Yang is trying to confirm that he's actually in the Funeral Band."

Upon learning the reason, Hua Rongcheng was instantly left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

Soon, after a few eerie chimes, a fast-paced prelude began, but before long the sound of the suona almost drowned out all other instruments.

Life has become a mess

We must continue.

Those who lack ability cannot do it.

Those with ability look down on it

Life is like a book

Read to the last line

Someone has put an end to it.

Someone drew an ellipsis.

... "

Zhou Yang's quirky singing style, combined with the park under the night sky, instantly turned the passionate rock music festival into a rural funeral banquet.

At this moment, many of the big shots in the front row had only one thought: How dare this kid throw away his top-tier status?

On the contrary, the other fans and audience members who had laid the groundwork in the first round were now in full swing. Regardless of whether they were Zhou Yang's fans or not, they all put in their full passion and cheered, making it like a carnival-like open-air concert.

After a break in the verses, the suona, the king of instruments, accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats, continued. Zhou Yang raised the guitar in his arms and continued singing:

Who will take care of your funeral arrangements?

I've seen enough of what I wanted to see.

Want to come clean

We must leave cleanly.

How to send it and who makes the decision?

How to make a reliable custom order?

Leave a question for yourself, bro.

Don't waste money

... "

Just as everyone was engrossed in the moment, Zhou Yang aptly imitated Aunt Long from his past life, uttering a line in Sichuan dialect:

"I'm keeping an eye on you!"

Then all the teammates began to sing in unison:

"

In heaven, nothing in life matters except death.

Going to heaven requires this one time.

Ascending to Heaven, chasing fame and fortune, the clouds disperse.

Saints who go to heaven are on this journey

In heaven, nothing in life matters except death.

... "

As the song ended, before Zhou Yang could even wave to express her gratitude, the audience could no longer contain their enthusiasm, erupting in deafening cheers. Many were even shouting and discussing with those around them.

"Haha, just what I wished for has come true! Congratulations to Secondhand Rose for officially entering the Chinese funeral industry under Zhou Yang's leadership!"

"When I die, I must play 'Going to Heaven' on my grave. It's so damn awesome."

"I never thought funeral songs could be so uplifting. Tonight I felt completely satisfied and exhilarated."

"Zhou Yang, if you're going to spoil your fans like this, then I guess I can only give you my votes tonight."

"Secondhand Roses is the only band in the Chinese music scene that spans both the living and the dead."

"Hahaha, even the Book of Life and Death can't stop this bastard Zhou Yang."

"..."

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Compared to the uninhibited behavior of the audience, the bigwigs in the front row looked at each other, wanting to laugh but struggling to hold it in, like they were constipated.

The only one whose expression was relatively normal was probably Ding Dasheng, the sharp-tongued music critic.

Seeing this, Hua Rongcheng lightly lifted his foot and said, "It's all over, aren't you going to say a few words?"

"Well, this song is themed around 'nothing in life matters except death,' which is a decent idea, and the melody is also quite good. However, the structure is too simple. Both the composition and the lyrics are significantly inferior to the previous song, 'Fairy.' The only advantage is..."

At the end, Ding Dasheng suddenly stopped.

"What is its only advantage?"

Hua Rongcheng couldn't resist his curiosity.

"It fulfills the audience's wish for secondhand roses to enter the funeral industry."

"Pfft~"

Hua Rongcheng, who was usually serious, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, and he laughed so hard that he bent over backwards, completely losing his composure.

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on the stage.

After the song ended, Zhou Yang held the microphone but didn't get a chance to speak because of the loud cheers from the audience. Even though the host repeatedly asked everyone to be quiet, it didn't dampen their enthusiasm.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang and Secondhand Rose were the closing act, and by this time the first day's performances should have already ended. The organizers weren't in a hurry; in fact, they were secretly pleased.

Zhou Yang's popularity is astonishing. This is only the second round, and he has already turned almost 100,000 people into his fans.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before the room finally quieted down. The host breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Next, let's welcome Zhou Yang, the lead singer of Secondhand Roses, to say a few words. Is that alright?"

"good!"

"..."

Another wave of thunderous cheers erupted.

Zhou Yang, microphone in hand, pondered what to say to make it sound sophisticated. After racking his brains, he suddenly remembered a line Aunt Long had uttered at a performance in his past life. So, he first made a rock-and-roll gesture to the audience and shouted:

"Without a ten-year history of mental illness, one cannot appreciate excellent secondhand roses. Thank you!"

After saying that, he gently placed the microphone on the stage and left gracefully, leaving behind only a crowd of enthusiastic fans.

Back in the backstage rest area, the remaining nine bands who participated in tonight's performance all immediately sent their congratulations to Zhou Yang.

Now that the rock music festival has reached its second round, after this performance, many discerning people have realized that apart from the top favorite for the championship, the Cheetah Band, no other band can threaten Zhou Yang and his Second Hand Rose.

In this industry, you're bound to run into each other all the time, so why not take advantage of the present moment to build good relationships? After all, exchanging a few pleasantries doesn't cost anything.

When Zhou Yang arrived at the parking lot with his teammates, in addition to Wang Man, he was greeted by an unexpected person: Lei Mingkai.

Upon seeing his pillar of support, he quickly stepped forward with a broad smile and said, "Yangyang, the competition must have been very tough. Let's grab something to eat together. I've already booked a private room."

To his surprise, Zhou Yang gave him a cold shoulder and immediately said to Wang Man, "Sister Wang, I'm going back to the hotel to rest first."

"Hey! You kid, Mr. Lei flew all the way from Shanghai this afternoon to see your performance, and he hasn't rested since."

Normally, when their top star goes out to do promotional appearances or gigs, Wang Man, the chief agent, would lead the team. However, considering that his relationship with Zhou Yang had been strained recently, Lei Mingkai took the initiative to fly over in the afternoon to "make peace."

Wang Man added, "They're singing and dancing on stage, how can they not eat something? Besides, even if you're not hungry, everyone else is. Listen to me, don't be stubborn!"

After saying that, he pulled him into a van, and Lei Mingkai quickly followed. The remaining five people got into another car.

When the group arrived at the star-rated hotel, everything in the private room had already been prepared in advance. Two young and beautiful waitresses were waiting in the corner with red wine in their hands.

Lei Mingkai gestured for them to go out first.

Once only his own people remained in the private room, he personally poured Zhou Yang a glass of red wine, then poured one for himself, and then raised his glass to say:

"Yangyang, I was wrong before. In your words, I was too narrow-minded, so... never mind, everything is in the wine."

He downed a glass of wine, but Zhou Yang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and his glass remained untouched.

Lei Mingkai felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Looking at all the leaders in the entertainment industry, he was the most aggrieved. Who else would be so subservient to their artists?

But when she thought about how her phone had been bombarded with calls from various security guards and announcement organizers when she arrived in the afternoon, she realized that her former teammates, who used to ignore her even when she was offered money, had now become a cash cow thanks to Zhou Yang's influence.

Nowadays, the appearance fee for secondhand roses, which are endorsed by Zhou Yang, is even higher than that of some popular superstars.

Thinking of Sun Weiwei and Lin Youyou's girl group, she quickly forced a smile and poured herself another drink.

He realized that he, as the general manager, was not worthy of being compared to Zhou Yang. If the matter really reached the big boss, he would definitely be fired.

Wang Man kept kicking Zhou Yang under the table and giving him meaningful glances.

Perhaps out of consideration for the agent, Zhou Yang finally picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and said calmly, "Let's just let this matter rest."

Upon hearing this, Lei Mingkai felt a great sense of relief.