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

"You piecemeal bastard! You dare to defile my Korean language?! I'll fucking fucking kill you!" Kim Hae-gil was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves high, looking like he was about to continue elbowing him.

Zhang Yiming and the others quickly pulled him back: "Don't be impulsive, this kind of scum isn't worth ruining your future."

Even Zhang Yiming himself felt bitter after saying this.

Their original music has always been crushed by Japan, South Korea, Europe and America.

However, Wu Yifan, who engages in "Sinicization," is able to transform people into objects of fan adoration by using fandom and traffic-driven approaches.

In the eyes of fans, as long as the song sounds good, that's enough.

Whether it's localization, plagiarism, or copying, it has nothing to do with them.

They might even go so far as to claim that the original music was plagiarized from their own brother's music.

After translating foreign music into Chinese, fans may not understand the difference between borrowing, plagiarism, and homage.

However, once these original creators become popular in China, they are immediately plagiarized and "borrowed" by people like Wu Yifan who have no aesthetic sense. In the end, there are countless cases where the interests and reputation of the original creators are damaged.

It's like you patiently wait for the traffic light to turn green, but the person who runs the red light not only breaks the rules themselves, but also turns around and calls the person who is willing to wait for the traffic light and abide by the rules a fool!

Coupled with the high cost of protecting original works and the difficulty of copyright protection, plagiarism has become rampant.

This further exacerbates the already dire situation of the Chinese music scene.

This makes it so difficult for Chinese people to listen to their own good music.

not only.

The reason why Chinese music has never been able to break out of its niche and has never been looked down upon internationally is the same.

Aside from the fact that the music scene has a short history and a weak foundation,

Plagiarism is the main troublemaker, constantly destroying the healthy environment.

Zhang Yiming is one of the victims who suffered greatly as a result.

If he hadn't wanted to tarnish his career, he probably would have slapped Kim Hae-gil harder.

The atmosphere at the scene was quiet.

Two female assistants in cheongsams were wiping Wu Yifan's face with wet wipes.

He lay there on the female assistant's round, full legs, while another assistant would occasionally breathe gently on the fingerprints on his face.

Clearly, the carefree Wu Yifan thoroughly enjoyed the slap, as if he had forgotten how he got it.

"Interact! Interact! Interact!!!..."

Suddenly, the stadium erupted in a deafening roar!

……

on the stage.

Ye Chen sang ten main theme songs in a row, and seeing the fans in the audience crying their eyes out, he felt extremely satisfied!

This is what a concert should be like!

This is how you sing with such gusto!

But hearing the enthusiastic cheers and jeers from the audience, Ye Chen's smile froze.

The thought of being treated like a savage campfire during their last interaction made him grit his teeth!

Ye Chen's eyes darted around, and an idea came to him: "Alright, alright! Interaction, huh? Come on, who's afraid of who!"

"Come on! Director, let's randomly select lucky viewers first!"

"This time, we've invited a lucky friend to try something different."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seat numbers for more than 10,000 people appeared again on the stage screen.

The numbers scrolled across the screen at a slower pace.

"Me! Me! Hit me!"

"Win! Win! It has to be a win!!!"

"Ah!! Ye Chen chose me! I'm beautiful and have a sweet voice!!!!"

The final interaction took place, and the entire audience went wild!

All the reserved gentlemen and slow-to-warm-up ladies have vanished.

The fans at the scene were so excited they forgot themselves!

Ye Chen's fan support group was incredibly lively:

[It's time for the interactive segment again, shouldn't we sing some old songs now?! Shouldn't we all sing along?!]

【Yeah! It's so frustrating right now! Not only do I get to sing for Ye Chen less, but he also makes me cry my eyes out!】

[Just so we'd sing for him! He sang all his new songs throughout the entire concert?! Ye Chen, that sly old fox, is really cunning!]

[This is seriously ridiculous! All these new songs, how are we supposed to have a big sing-along?! How are we supposed to sing them for Ye Chen?!]

[Don't worry, we'll definitely be requesting classic songs for Ye Chen! It's time for us to sing for him!]

[We only get three chances to request songs during the concert, and three songs aren't enough for us to sing!]

……

"3, 2, 1! Stop!"

This time, more than 10,000 people in the audience worked together to stop the scrolling numbers from moving.

Finally, a string of seat numbers appeared on the screen:

【Section D, Row 06, Seat 08】

Some viewers were taken aback: They drew section D again?!

At the moment the seat number appears.

The quick-thinking director immediately projected the corresponding audience seats onto the stage screen.

The image freezes on a little girl clutching a doll, her eyes filled with a bewildered look. She is about five or six years old, and her mother, whose eyes are slightly red, sits beside her.

The nearest staff member simultaneously handed over a microphone.

Upon seeing this, Ye Chen felt that the little girl looked somewhat familiar.

He jogged from the main stage to the edge of the extended stage, squatted down, and gently asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"My name is Duoduo." Her voice was soft and sweet, "Duo as in flower."

"Duoduo, who did you come with?" Ye Chen asked, looking at the two ladies beside her.

The little girl grabbed her mother's wrist and held up the teddy bear in the style of a male police uniform.

Ye Chen was taken aback and asked softly, "This teddy bear... was it a gift from Dad?"

The little girl nodded and said in her childish voice, "Daddy went fishing. Mommy said that Daddy went to a very, very far river to catch a very, very big fish."

She paused, then added, "But he's been gone for so long... I miss him so much."

"Mom said that if Duoduo misses her dad, she should hug the teddy bear."

"That way, Daddy can find Duoduo in his dreams."

As she spoke, Xiao Duoduo's voice trembled with grievance.

The laughter and chatter at the scene vanished instantly.

Suppressed sobs filled the room.

Ye Chen's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his eyes began to redden.

"Uncle Ye Chen, every time after school, other kids have their dads pick them up. I have a mom too, and she's great, but..."

Duoduo hugged the teddy bear, her eyes clear and innocent.

The sound gradually faded away.

"But I also wish that one day, my dad could stand at the kindergarten gate and lift me up, lift me up really high."

"Just like... other kids."

Ye Chen listened in silence.

The entire room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

In the audience, some people covered their eyes, as if they had bricks in their eyes.

Someone buried their face in their boyfriend's shoulder.

Ye Chen was struggling on stage.

He really remembers a lot of songs that can soothe children.

But this is a concert, and those children's songs weren't on today's approved song list. There was no prior approval or filing.

If I sing it, there will be countless troubles afterward.

The fine is a minor issue. The organizers will be held responsible, the management team will need to write an explanation, and in serious cases, it could even affect the approval of subsequent events.

He has been in the industry for ten years and has never made such a mistake at a concert.

"Uncle," Duoduo's voice broke the silence, "Mom also said that Dad went fishing with Grandpa Lin. Who is Grandpa Lin? Is he not very good at fishing? Why does Dad have to go with him?"