literary world

Chapter 261

Throughout the 2000s, for the Chinese-language film market, it was an era when the works were very good.

There are very few good Chinese films produced every year.

After watching "Golden Armor", "The Banquet" and "The Promise", and seeing the double-yolk and multi-yolk egg trophies handed out at award ceremonies, they ridiculed that Chinese-language movies will sooner or later become pills.

Contrary to the under-appreciated film market, the Chinese music scene in the 2000s was a time of real fighting between gods and gods.

There are dozens or even hundreds of star-studded singers from both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Taiwan's Jay Chou, Jolin Tsai, SHE, FIR Orchestra, Xin Orchestra, Wu Kequn, Wang Lihong, Tao Zhe.
Chen Huilin, Chen Yixun and Cheng Long from Xiangjiang.
Mainland's Super Girl, Fast Boys, Flower Band, The Oath, Zheng Yuan.
The works brought out by so many creative singers are also very strong.

Excluding the freak Fang Nan, the songs in the past two years include:
"Unspeakable Secret", "Golden Armor", "Chinese Dialect", "Little Love in a Big City", "Autumn Doesn't Come Back", "Praying for Buddha", "I Have to Love", "Number", "Beautiful Myth", "1 Reasons", "Not Afraid, Not Afraid" and a series of divine comedies.

Even the Malay singer Guang Liang has written a popular Chinese song - "Fairy Tale".

The decadence of movies, the heyday of the music scene, and the decline of the record era.

With the mobile ring tone business in hand, it is sensitively aware of the channel capabilities of Internet digital distribution.

Therefore, they jumped out of the communication framework, followed the development trend of global digital music, and established a wireless music base.

And started to create a music awards ceremony called 'Mobile Wireless Music Miguhui'.

The first Miguhui Awards Ceremony was held in Beijing Workers' Gymnasium.

In the publicity list, there are hundreds of participating singers and award presenters from Taiwan, Taiwan, Malaysia, and Korea.

of course.

There is also a heavyweight who is highly recognized by industry insiders on the list.

The songwriter who couldn't get around in the music scene in the 2000s - Fang Nan.

However, the fans' memory of this face is very vague. One is an ordinary person with a common face, and after one glance, he lazily takes a second look.

Two, songwriters belong behind the scenes and don't often appear under the spotlight.

What's more, Fang Nan's most well-known identity is still a film director.

Therefore, even though the front of the Workers' Stadium was full of voices and crowds, the fans holding tickets and waiting to enter the venue could not see the end at a glance.

But no one noticed that under the white statue in front of the gymnasium, Fang Nan was wearing a tennis cap and eating melon seeds as if no one was around.

A person of such a high status came to participate in the event without a manager assistant to accompany him, and the organizer did not have security guards to open the way, which seemed a bit far-fetched.

But Fang Nan persisted in doing this.

It's not him who fills the cup!
Instead, he did the opposite, walking alone, but was able to shuttle freely among the crowd.

And as soon as he doesn't believe that he will be recognized, after being recognized, the fans will tear him to pieces.

The second is that he does not want to live a life of being hugged by others.

In this regard, he is going to learn from Liu Citizen, who is a fellow passer-by, to buy vegetables by himself in the vegetable market.

And Fa Ge who took the subway at will.

He feels that this kind of life without restraint and pretense is the real free life, and it is living for oneself!

After knocking down the melon seeds that Wanzhuo had hidden in his pocket in a leisurely manner, Fang Nan slapped his butt and stood up, walking towards a mobile vendor not far away.

"Boss, a bottle of mineral water."

"No frozen mineral water."

Fang Nan said indifferently, "It's at room temperature."

When he got the mineral water, he just took a sip, when he was recognized by another middle-aged man who came to buy water.

"It's Fang Nan, your outfit doesn't match your status."

"You're pretty short, Mr. Ma." Fang Nan glanced at the middle-aged man in bunt.

The name of the visitor is Ma Weidu, who is not well-known in the entertainment circle but is very famous in the collection circle. Although the two have never met, they are both personalities in their respective industries.

So it didn't look so strange.

"I'm an old man. When I'm going out, decent clothes are enough. You don't need to be too particular. It's you." Ma Weidu looked Fang Nan's sportswear up and down.

Fang Nan interrupted Ma Weidu who wanted to play tricks: "Who would you like to come here to present the award to?"

"Fang Wenshan and I presented the award to Cheng Long. Wasn't his "Mythology" very popular last year?" After Ma Weidu explained, he took a sip of water and said, "Let's go, go in, it's too hot outside."

"If you are in a hurry, go around to the back and take the VIP passage, there are too many people in front."

"Aren't you in a hurry? What are you doing outside?"

"I can't go in now and be dragged for interviews? I might as well go directly to the venue with the fans later."

Ma Wei was so happy that his eyes disappeared. He pointed at Fang Nan and kept laughing, almost saying "you are such a thief".

Fang Nan was not in a hurry to enter, and Ma Weidu didn't leave either. The two found a green plant with a sunny back and squatted down to chat.

Just after talking about antiques, three luxury cars honked their horns and got into the middle of the crowd, and were surrounded by water.

Seeing this scene, Ma Weidu smiled and said: "This is a poor guy who thinks he knows the capital, but doesn't know the way."

Fang Nan was curious: "How do you know?"

Ma Weidu chattered a lot.

It probably means that the gymnasium has newly repaired a taller entrance and exit gate because of the Olympic events, and that is the entrance for vehicles to enter and exit. The old gate next to them will probably be abolished this time when it is used up.

The three luxury cars couldn't move forward or backward, Fang Nan, Lao Ma stretched their necks like everyone else to watch the show, the people in the car probably got some signal to show up.

A posture of getting out of the car and walking into the gymnasium.

"Ham, I thought it was some kind of beauty star, but it turned out to be a few men."

The old horse rushed to Fang Nan with a regretful face.

That look is very much like a color embryo.

Even so, Fang Nan ignored him, this man is as smart as a monkey, don't try to trick him with words.

The three cars got off a dozen or so men in brightly colored clothes. The hats and sunglasses that come standard with celebrities when they go out on the street verified their celebrity identities.

The scene froze for a second.

Immediately there was a soaring roar.

"Oppa."

"Korean? Do you know him?" The shivering old horse asked Fang Nan.

Fang Nan shook his head: "I know a ghost."

He does know a few Korean filmmakers, and only a few singers who play music, after all, the language barrier.

"It's okay to be idle, let's make a bet."

Fang Nan was curious: "What bet?"

The old horse got up and looked at the group of singers who were surrounded by the crowd, wanting to get in the car, but also wanting to go forward. Their heads were steaming and said:

"Just guess when these dozen or so Koreans will enter. It doesn't matter which door they enter, as long as they enter. The timeline will be calculated within half an hour or half an hour away. The bet is up to you."

"I guess I can get in within half an hour. The bet is small. It doesn't hurt. So 100 yuan is fine."

The old horse nodded enthusiastically: "Then I guess I won't be able to get in within half an hour. Come on, let's take a closer look."

Getting closer to the crowd, the two finally figured out the identity of the singer in the middle of the crowd.

Super Junior is a 13-member idol group from South Korea's SM Entertainment.

As for who is who, it is not clear.

Neither of them were interested in knowing.

However, Fang Nan vaguely remembered a piece of news about this combination.

He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be a certain member of this group who proudly taught others his experience of living abroad on a program. It probably meant that he claimed to be from China when he was found doing bad things in other countries.

If you do good deeds and are found out, you say you are Korean.

If Fang Nan remembered correctly, some of the people in the group in front of him were really human faces and beast hearts.

The fans shouted out of their wits, clinging and rushing forward, trying to touch idols that can only be seen on TV and the Internet.

However, the "international friends" were suffering and pushing frantically against the boss's sun, and the scene was once extremely anxious.

As for the side door, there are only a few staff responsible for ticket checking. Who would have thought that the driver would take the wrong way and bring a group of "international friends" to the back door.

For a while, there were not a relatively large number of security guards who came out to pick them up.

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that a security team of twenty people arrived late.

Fang Nan pointed at the pointer on the watch and said proudly to the old horse: "It's very fast, it's only been 10 minutes."

"Don't be too happy, you may not be able to go out."

The old horse disapproved and approached the encirclement again. Just when Fang Nan was proud, the noise in the encirclement was obviously louder, and there seemed to be a little more abuse.

And the abusers are still "international friends".

Although he doesn't understand Korean, his swear words are almost the same, and his expressions can't deceive people.

And his eyes are not vegetarian.

He listened carefully, and found that there was a real quarrel in the encirclement. One member blatantly raised his middle finger and shouted "Silly Cha".
"I'm sure I won't be able to get through within half an hour. The security guards won't be able to get in, and the singer won't be able to get out. Now there's a lot of scolding. You're ready to pay."

Fang Nan, who also saw the scene of putting the middle finger up, had a cold look in his eyes, and said cheerfully, "What's the rush, there are still 15 minutes left."

The old horse pointed at Fang Nan and burst into laughter, so he managed not to say "a dead duck with a hard mouth".

In the next 10 minutes, another group of security guards came, and the scene became a tug-of-war.

Anbao rushed in, some members of the group greeted Anbao, and some smiled and watched the other two members scolding fans at the scene.

More fans flushed with anger.

But all are equally sweaty.

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the sun became more and more irritable, and the farce on the scene became more intense as a member of the group climbed onto the roof of the luxury car and yelled at the fans below in Korean that no one could understand.

"That's how you can become famous as a singer?"

While looking at the excited and obscene people on the roof of the car indifferently, Lao Ma even teased Fang Nan leisurely.

Fang Nan shrugged: "Haven't you heard the saying that reality is often more dramatic than drama!"

The old horse nodded, and changed his style of painting: "It's almost time, should you pay for it?"

"no problem."

Under the eager eyes of the old horse, Fang Nan smiled and nodded.

But the next moment, he did something that the old horse didn't expect.

I saw Fang Nan snatch the half bottle of mineral water in Ma Weidu's hand with quick eyes and hands, and with a round of his arm like a hot wheel, the mineral water bottle hit the head of the regiment member on the roof of the car accurately.

"you you."

The old horse was stunned.

"You" for a long time without "you" coming out.

He never imagined that someone of Fang Nan's status would do such a thing.

As for why he shot and smashed people, there is no need to say, angry youth.

The point is how can a person of Fang Nan's status be an angry youth, a fool, a stunned young man and Fang Nan can't get along well.

"What are you, come here, give you money."

After the 100 yuan was captured in the old horse's palm, Fang Nan unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water on his own.

Then, more than half of the people around turned their attention to Ma Weidu, whose hands were empty.

"This old man is awesome, I've been wanting to smash this damn stick for a long time!"

"Damn it, who is so awesome!"

"Just him, the middle-aged man with black and white hair."

"Why did you hit me Oppa, you old bastard talking."

"I'm going to call the police and arrest you."

"Ouba, this man smashed it"

"I'm rough, what's wrong with this old man, if it wasn't for the water in my bottle, I would have smashed it too"

"Smash this dead stick"

"Damn stick get rough"

There are turbulent discussions, passionate discussions, praise and insult stalls.

Fang Nan pressed his hat, and said to Ma Weidu: "I'm going to the VIP channel, see you in the venue."

"You made me miserable." The old horse said in a low voice with a sad face.

"What's this called? I'm trying to mobilize your blood. Don't choose to hide your strength and bide your time just because you are old, and remind yourself not to do things that are not in line with your status. Besides, you can bear a foreigner bullying your compatriots at the door of our own house. Come on, I'm leaving first, we'll talk later."

After speaking a few words quickly, Fang Nan took a step back.

Ma Wei, who realized how powerful he was, didn't listen to Fang Nan's tricks.

Under the malicious eyes of many stupid fans, he spread his legs and ran, his speed was no slower than Fang Nan's.

But when he got to the entrance of the VIP passage, the weakness brought about by age was reflected, and the speed of panting seemed to be running a marathon.

"You...Fang Nan, I have seen how badly you can deceive people today."

Lao Ma, who followed Fang Nan into the gymnasium, pointed at Fang Nan out of breath.

Fang Nan pursed his lips and smiled: "Come on, big brother doesn't talk about second brother, didn't you cheat me for 100 yuan, come on, it's early, let's go backstage and order some tea."

The two went to the backstage hand in hand. There were already many singers sitting in the lounge. Seeing Fang Nan and a bent old man coming in, they all stood up to greet them.

Among many people, Fang Nan didn't pass the base, and the only one who cooperated was Zhang Liangying.

Neither Jay Chow nor Vincent Fang were seen.

Presumably it should be in a separate lounge.

After waving and greeting a group of people, Fang Nan and Ma Wei both entered the separate lounge under the leadership of the staff.

Just as Fang Nan lay down, there was noise from the lounge next to him.

He opened the door and saw that Lao Ma was approached by a group of 13 members. Since he was not well-known in the entertainment industry, he was pointed at the nose and scolded.

The old horse was quite stubborn, even though he did not confess to Fang Nan.

But that face was also as cold as ice.

Seeing the old horse start a real fire, Fang Nan, who was really messing with the paste, shrank back.

"What a fart!" An angry curse attracted the spectators. After the person turned his head, Fang Nan stepped into the crowd, came to the old horse, and said to the translator and the organizer's staff with a cold face:
"Tell the bastards behind you, sing as you like, and get the hell out of here if you don't sing!"

(End of this chapter)