You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

Kim Hae-gil stood to the side, his emotions shifting from shock to elation, and then to tears.

He left Yanbian at the age of sixteen to study in the capital.

After many ups and downs, he has finally reached this point, where he can finally have nearly 10,000 audience members listen to him sing Korean folk songs at his concert.

During this period, I suffered countless grievances.

Some people say his music is unsophisticated, some say Korean songs are not presentable, and some even advise him to abandon his mother tongue and sing pop love songs like Ye Chen, saying that's how he can become famous.

But he didn't believe it.

He insisted on singing "Arirang" and "Ballad of the Bellflower" on his own stage, singing those melodies that he felt incredibly close to.

These melodies were taught to him by his grandfather and were the ones his mother used to lull him to sleep when he was a child.

It is the voice passed down from generation to generation on that black soil of Yanbian!

But at the moment.

Ye Chen, a Han Chinese colleague.

He is singing a completely original song to tens of thousands of people in fluent Korean.

This isn't trying to sabotage my business; this is the deepest respect you can show.

Jin Haiji's eyes welled up with tears.

……

Backstage.

Jiang Mengting rushed out from a distance, almost tripping over the cables, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg:

"Ye, Ye Chen! When...when did he even learn Korean...?! Did his master even teach him that?"

Xu Hao stared intently at Ye Chen's figure and muttered, "President Jiang, you should tear your crisis management plan to shreds right now."

……

Even a thousand years later, I will never forget you!

"Because I once loved you!"

"You once held back your tears for me!"

"..."

When the Korean lyrics of the chorus burst out again, Ye Chen's high notes were like a sharp blade shooting straight to the sky!

Unlike the heart-wrenching "I'll love you even if I die" sentiment of the Chinese version, the Korean version naturally carries a lingering resilience.

The high notes sound like a shout ripped from the chest, or a chant surging from the depths of the soul.

Audiences who did not understand the language were pierced in the heart by the extremely tragic melody.

The Korean audience members who understood the language were even more terrified, as the pronunciation was so authentic, it seemed to carry the suffering and stubbornness of their mother tongue in their blood.

Cries erupted from the audience; some covered their mouths, tears streaming down their faces through their fingers.

The song ended.

Ye Chen bowed to the audience.

The entire place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then came a deafening roar of cheers and thunderous applause that lasted for a full minute.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, what did I just hear?! Is that Korean?"

"My maternal grandmother was from the Songhua River region, and Ye Chen's accent is exactly the same as the one I heard her speak when I was a child!!"

"Is this person a god??? He can even sing in Korean???"

"Kim Hae-gil's expression was hilarious! He just said Ye Chen doesn't speak Korean!"

"Is Ye Chen really willing to wreck Jin Haiji's place too?!"

"This is called disrupting the event?? He's building bridges! He's letting more people hear the Korean language; Kim Hae-gil's dream has come true!"

"I never knew singing in Korean could be so beautiful! The Chinese nation is one family! This is so touching!"

An elderly Korean woman, witnessing the carnival, had tears welling in her eyes. She was content that others could appreciate her ethnic music.

Even if the song is presented in a contemporary way, as long as the core message can be passed down, it's a good thing.

Kim Hae-gil strode forward, his eyes still red.

But she laughed and hugged Ye Chen tightly, her voice choked with emotion as she spoke into the microphone: "No way?! Teacher Ye Chen, you even speak Korean?!"

"You've been hiding it so well! We've been in the same company for so long, and I've never heard you speak a single word of Korean!"

Ye Chen smiled and said casually, "I've only picked up a little bit from listening to your songs."

"Fur?!" Jin Haiji's eyes widened. "Your pronunciation is more authentic than mine, a native of Yanbian! You call this fur?!"

Teacher Teng Ge'er went to prepare a cover of "Da La Beng Ba" and did not come to the live performance to help sing.

If he were there, I don't know how surprised he would be!

Looking at his reddened eyes, Ye Chen spoke softly to the audience, "Over the years, Haiji has been working hard to convey the voice of his hometown."

"He made great efforts at the company to let more people hear Korean."

The entire venue gradually quieted down.

Kim Hae-gil suddenly lowered his head and fell silent.

All those nights he spent alone in the recording studio, all those performance invitations that were rejected, all those cold suggestions that advised him to be more pragmatic, suddenly came flooding back.

But it was through his own hard work and accumulated strength that he was able to take over the vacant position at Shengtang after Teacher Ye Chen retired from the entertainment industry.

Otherwise, at his age, it would be somewhat unreasonable for him to take on the responsibilities after Ye Chen's retirement from the entertainment industry.

now.

Ye Chen stepped forward, took Jin Haiji's hand, and raised it high above his head.

His voice suddenly rose, resounding throughout the venue: "So I want to say, we Chinese should also have our own Seumida!"

"boom--!"

The whole place erupted!

"Our own South Korea?! Well said! Haiji! You are our pride! You are the pride of Yanbian!"

"Haiji, don't give up! You are our pride! We'll always be here for you!"

"Kim Hae-gil! We accept this Korean! All of China accepts him!"

"Sing on! Keep singing! Ye Chen, we won't allow you to leave the stage. You'll sing until dawn tonight!"

"The Chinese nation is one family! One family!"

"I'm crying! I'm really crying! Someone please hand me a tissue!"

"One more song! One more song!" The audience below the stage shouted like madmen!

Even some ethnic Korean viewers joined the "condemnation" movement.

Kim Hae-gil was completely dumbfounded!

He shuddered in fright and quickly tugged at Ye Chen's sleeve, saying with a helpless wry smile, "No, it's not that I'm being misled by your fans, Mr. Ye Chen! Don't drag me into this!"

Teacher Ye Chen's ability to steer the rhythm off-track is just too strong!

This is my concert, and the audience below is my audience!

Most of them are fans of North Korean songs, fans of me, and fans who came to support me. Are you going to carry them all along?!

Kim Hae-gil just couldn't understand it!

Ye Chen smiled, a smile that carried an undeniable tenderness: "Look, everyone's so enthusiastic, so I'll sing you a song."

He turned around and asked for a pen and paper, then sat down next to the rising platform in the center of the stage and began to write the score.

At this moment, he has many choices.

"Azalea" is a good poem, but it is not suitable for current use.

While "Azalea" is a beautiful song, its heartfelt melody and lyrics feel more like a tribute to the deceased.

Obviously, this song is not suitable for this occasion.

On the contrary, the previous approach of finding the original singer is more suitable for current solo concerts.

Therefore, what Ye Chen wrote was the original version of the wildly popular song "I Have to Love You," titled "Please Tell Me Why."

Five minutes later, Ye Chen smiled and said, "Ready? Let me show you how to fly."