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Chapter 310 The Age of Internet Singers in the Chaos of the Gods

"Boss, two machines, all night, a bucket of instant noodles, Baixiang's, plus a piece of ham sausage."

In the evening in mid-November, the night wind hits people.

As the plastic curtain was pushed aside, two young men wrapped their clothes tightly and walked in hurriedly.

His face was ashamed and his face was haggard.

There was a construction site nearby. The two young men worked one day, stayed up all night, slept all day the next day, and watered at night.

The young man who spoke familiarly picked four or five cigarettes from the counter owner's "tea" cigarettes, put them in his pocket, and turned around and said, "Mouse, what about you?"

"Mouse" is dressed in black, looks a bit fat, has long hair in a shawl, full of literary and artistic spirit, and steamed: "Just turn on the machine."

"No dinner at night."

"Not hungry."

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

"Row."

The boss turned on two machines, soaked instant noodles, put them on the counter, looked at the young man who turned on the machine, shook his head, and muttered in a voice: "You brother is really a traitor, I squeezed more than 10 cigarettes a night, two yuan I can’t even bear the money, it’s too picky.”

"Thank you." The mouse smiled shyly.

The Internet cafe near the construction site was in extremely poor conditions, full of smog, and several young people shouted "A" point, followed by fierce gunfire, and "Damn it".

Then there are such things as "network card", "feel bad", "gun is not smooth".

The mouse walked through the crowded and stuffy aisle carrying instant noodles.

The young man has already turned on the phone, logged into QQ, and clicked on "Qianqianjingting".

"Fuck, Qianqian Jingting has been upgraded."

"Brother Hu, your instant noodles." The mouse leaned over to take a look. He liked music since he was a child, and even though the work on the construction site was hard and tiring, he never let go of his dream.

"It's a bit of a bullshit."

The young man is an old internet nerd. After a few minutes of groping, Qianqian understood it after listening to it. He searched for a few songs and found almost all of them. He took the instant noodles and said casually: "Mice, bring me instant noodles. That bucket Here it is, take a quick look, this Qianqian Jingting has a function, the original and innovative list, and you can upload songs."

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

talking.

I couldn't wait to swallow a mouthful of instant noodles, put on the earphones, replied to the QQ message with greasy fingers, and clicked on CS.

Just as Yang Chen was holding the instant noodles, he was taken aback, and sat down with a wry smile.

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

People like to be greedy for small things.

But the heart is very good.

Turn on the machine.

Yang Chen just clicked on "Qianqian Jingting" for the first time. 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 list.

Yang Chen just tried to search for a few singers he followed.

Ren Xianqi, Qi Qin, Luo Dayou...

"It's kind of awesome."

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

Yang Chen just clicked on the original and innovative list that he cares about the most. The songs he created have almost no income except for his own entertainment.

There is no platform for communication.

Currently.

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

The first song: "Flammable and Explosive".

Song [-]: "Someone Like Me"

The third song: "Learn to Meow"

Song 2002: "The First Snow in [-]"

"..."

Yao Beina...

Dolan...

Yang Chengang casually clicked on "People like me".

in the earphones.

Guitar Flows: "A Good Man Like Me"

"Should have lived a brilliant life"

"How did it last for more than 20 years?"

"Still floating in a sea of ​​people"

"........."

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

people like me.

It should have been a glorious life.

After a moment of stunned, he came back to his senses.

Great.

This song is definitely a golden song level.

Yao Beina.

Yang Chen just memorized this singer, and tried to listen to "The First Snow in 2002".

The same is the level of singing.

Yang Chengang's mind was buzzing. There are six songs on this list, each of which is at the level of sung.

Singing level.

Third-line singers can eat for a lifetime.

Yang Chen didn't even think about it. He registered an account and applied to become a singer. After the email was verified, Yang Chen just clicked on the "contract" template sent by email.

Party A: Pangu Music.

shit.

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

Without it.

Pangu music has Han Qiao, the "golden player in the Chinese music scene".

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

Yang Chengang's face turned blood red, and the hand holding the mouse was trembling.

he knows.

Here comes my own opportunity.

........................

Yanjing.

Han Qiao looked at the quiet environment of Panshan mountain road. The air in Yanjing in winter is dry and the sky is always gloomy.

Into the mountain.

The sky is rare and clear.

The trees are glowing with tender green. Looking out, a clear winding stream flows.

Huaxia, the best place, will always be circled by the rich and powerful.

Han Qiao secretly poked and sighed, he now has some money on hand, and he is not short of fame, but it is wishful thinking to want to set up a whole house here.

Money can't buy it.

Xia Wen turned his head to look at it, a little disgusted: "What kind of eyes do you have?"

"A look of envy."

"Stop coming." Xia Wen sighed: "My family's situation is more complicated, but I seldom come here. If Grandpa didn't want to see you this time, I wouldn't even be able to come."

"It's all here, reveal?"

"Reaching soon."

The car drove to a secluded building complex along the mountain. There were guards at the door. After a tedious identity check, the car drove to the intersection.

"Get out of the car, the next thing is to go."

Han Qiao nodded.

Go forward along the mountain path.

The air is indeed good, and the building is not luxurious. It is a simple and ordinary small courtyard with blue bricks, located among the trees.

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

Walked for a few minutes.

Someone came down the mountain road.

"Sister Lan." Xia Wen raised his head to say hello, and smiled: "Long time no see, how is Sister Lan?"

Sister Lan's makeup was simple and graceful, she looked at Han Qiao and smiled with red lips: "Yo, this is to bring my boyfriend to see the old man."

"Not bad, very handsome."

Han Qiao smiled.

My heart is a little cleared.

Sister Lan is really "Ke Lan".

Ke Lan and Han Yu can be said to be well-known in the entertainment industry, especially Ke Lan, Gen Hongmiaozheng, Xia Wen and her are so close, it can be seen that the two families have a close relationship.

"Miss Lan, you misunderstood, this is Han Qiao."

"I recognize 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 his hand and smiled: "You have a really long name."

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

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

Ke Lan has a handsome appearance, a very upright temperament, a boyish personality, and a bold personality: "What is your name, Miss Ke, and Sister Lan."

"Sister Lan." Han Qiao was kind.

"Sister Wen, your boyfriend is okay, you are bold, not a bitch." Ke Lan looked at Xia Wen's face flushed, and smiled: "It's interesting, okay, Mr. Xia and my grandpa are playing chess, you go up quickly Bar."

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

"Okay, Sister Lan invites me, she is free anytime."

…………

"President Xia, we're all here, tell me?"

Xia Wen was a little shy, mainly because Ke Lan couldn't hide things in his heart. It is estimated that the whole circle knew that he brought a boy to see his grandfather, so he glanced at Han Qiao: "Sister Lan, grandpa is my grandfather's old subordinate."

"Fuck."

Han Qiao was shocked immediately.

Looking at Xia Wen's back, those thighs... are really thick...

"It's here, keep it for a while." Xia Wen was a little afraid of Han Qiao's nonsense, so he stood at the door and told him.

"Mr. Xia, my legs are a little weak now, please support me."

"Don't come here." Xia Wen rolled his eyes, very satisfied: "It's still in the mood to joke, very good."

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

Become famous and open a nursing home.

"grandmother……"

in the yard...

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

An old man with silver-white hair sat in the yard, picking beans carefully.

The small yard is very simple.

Han Qiao also saw two big white geese swaggeringly wagging their buttocks.

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

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

"Grandma, my name is Han Qiao." Han Qiao was very polite.

Respect the old and love the young.

Traditional Virtues.

"Han Qiao." The old lady nodded, poking Hudou with her fingers: "Is there anyone else in the family?"

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

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

"Grandma..." Xia Wen's voice was greasy, his face was really red now, and he shouted, "Grandpa wants to see him."

"I know." The old lady spoke sonorously: "I asked the old man to meet him."

"You ghost girl, you are so old, you don't want to stay at home at all."

The grandmother trained Xia Wen very skillfully.

Han Qiao stood obediently. After a few minutes, the old woman smiled and said, "Go, they are all under the tree."

"it is good"

When Han Qiao saw the Lord, Mr. Xia blushed, his back was straight, and there was a hideous scar on his face, he was not angry.

Holding the chess with your fingers, it landed with a sound.

Chess is chess.

The fight was brutal.

It can be seen that both of them are stinky chess baskets, and the limit is exchanged for one, leaving only one army and one horse on the flag board.

The situation is tense.

"Brother Xia, your chess..." The old man was a little proud, this chess has no way out: "Surrender, hand in your gun and don't kill."

Mr. Xia raised his brows thickly, and said in a buzzing voice, "What did you say? I, Xia, have fought in wars for so many years, and I never said the word surrender."

"Wait for me to call for backup."

talking.

Looking at Han Qiao: "Boy, you are the support force sent by the superior."

"Yes." Han Qiao was a little serious.

"Okay, now the command is in your hands." Mr. Xia blew on his beard, and said, "I still want to lose. If this kid loses, what does it have to do with me."

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

"A chess field is like a battlefield."

"Support is reasonable, right?"

"Brother, you..." The two old men blew their beards and stared at each other, and finally the old man smiled: "Okay, this chess king is here, and I have no way to recover."

Han Qiao took a look.

The old man has a car, a horse, and a cannon.

Han Qiao also has a horse, a cannon, a soldier and a soldier.

The car is flexible and changeable, and it is indeed a bit difficult to drive straight in.

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

"You boy, it's already this 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 go like this." Mr. Xia was anxious.

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

"I'm the political commissar now." Mr. Xia stared, "Wars are out of my control."

This old man.

shameless.

Han Qiao shook his head and concentrated on the game.

You come and go, fight for a moment.

Han Qiao admitted defeat: "Master, you have won."

"It's kind of interesting." The old man looked at the chessboard, and Han Qiao frowned, "This is the situation, why are you still attacking so violently?"

"Killing one is enough money, and killing two is enough to make money." Han Qiao smiled: "If you kill it, you can sink the boat with the axe."

"Interesting, interesting." The old man looked at Han Qiao and held up his tea cup: "Brother Xia, if you have little guests, I won't keep any more."

"You and I are tied today, and we will fight again tomorrow." Mr. Xia was not at all shy.

Send the old man away.

Mr. Xia turned his head: "Han Qiao, let's chat in the study."

Hanqiao followed suit.

To the study.

The old man spread out the paper, brushed a few big characters, and said, "Do you know how to read?"

"I don't understand." Han Qiao shook his head, he didn't know anything.

The old man smiled.

Pointing to the books on the bookcase again: "Do you understand books?"

"don't know."

Four Books and Five Classics, I don't understand anything.

The old man was a little happy: "Your boy is honest."

"If you have it, you have it, if you don't, you don't." Han Qiao smiled.

"I don't know books, and I don't know literature." The old man was very experienced, and patted Han Qiao on the shoulder: "If you have no education, you can only work hard."

"Tell me, what kind of culture war is that?"

"I've been fighting all my life, and now I really don't understand it."

Han Qiao didn't express himself deliberately, he was moderate: "The culture war is a new manifestation of the international situation. In the current world, there is no gunpowder, and competition and conflicts are more intense. The main source of conflicts is not ideology or economics, but culture. "

Culture is indeed a battlefield.

Don't say far.

The reason why the kimchi country is so urgent, even shameless, to seize our country's traditional culture is to increase its own cultural heritage. If you say too much about this thing, it is 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 Commandments" of the beautiful country deliberately subverts the ideology of our youth and distorts the three views.

Pursue material comforts.

extreme individualism...

What Han Qiao said was very general, but if he said too much in detail, troubles would arise.

There are too many smart people.

"So, my idea is to start from the entertainment industry and guide our young people to be positive and positive."

What Han Qiao said was righteous.

Mr. Xia glanced at him, and the boy had a thick skin. He nodded, "It's interesting, Han Qiao, stay for dinner tonight."

………………

The wind blows at night.

At night, the mountains are cool.

With his hair blown in a mess, Han Qiao overlooked the feasting lights of Yanjing City down 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?" Xia Wen disagreed: "The chance of Wang Xiaobao winning the Best Actor Award at the Golden Horse Awards is almost zero. I advise you not to have illusions, just admit defeat honestly."

"What if I win?"

"Oh." Xia Wen tilted his head and hummed: "Worse than a beast?"

give you a chance.

You are useless.

Ah shit.

Han Qiao wanted to pick his own two ears of melon seeds.

It's okay to flirt, it's all right now, the initiative is no longer with me.

………………

On the mountain.

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

Grandpa Xia was lying on the recliner, staggering and looking down the mountain.

The old woman held the bench: "See you, how are you?"

"How about what?"

"Stop being sloppy." The old lady was a little worried: "Madam Xia is probably gone."

"Children and grandchildren are only blessed with children and grandchildren." Mr. Xia smiled: "Her father doesn't even worry about it, so why should we worry about it?"

"As for that kid."

"I have some ideas, but the murderous intent is too heavy."

"I'm afraid it's not a good person."

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(End of this chapter)