don't call me singer

Chapter 651 Dignity

Next, the development of things is a bit dramatic.

Plagiarized Gu Xiaobai's works, quickly removed many Internet platforms, and soon there was no song left.

The song "The One Who Loves You", which had tens of millions of hits on YouTube, was also deleted.

Even "The One Who Loves You", which was released in theaters, was quickly withdrawn. It is said that all infringing music will be deleted and then re-released.

The word-of-mouth of this movie is very bad, and it is unknown how it will be released when the time comes.

I'm afraid there will never be a chance to show it again.

Moreover, they are facing lawsuits and claims from Gu Xiaobai's studio.

At the same time, Vietnam's cultural department also issued a notice, requiring artists to carry out self-examination, find plagiarism, and resolutely stop it.

At this time, countless netizens from all over the world flocked to watch the fun and eat melons, and finally felt happy.

Music infringement, let alone in China, is also a frequent occurrence in Vietnam, Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, and the cost of rights protection is very high, and even most people have no way to defend their rights.

Plagiarism in the underdeveloped secondary market, many people can't find it at all, and even if they find it, they have no way to protect their rights.

This is like a safe haven, protecting many improper practices and protecting many music dealers, but it keeps real musicians from ever having a bright future.

Because of studying and writing songs with painstaking efforts, how can it be possible to pass the doctrine quickly?
Bad money driving out good money is a common problem faced by the global music market.

Today, after Gu Xiaobai's victory, people from any other country will have to think carefully when copying Gu Xiaobai's works.

Even when plagiarizing other people's works, they will weigh them.

However, as the loser, the Vietnamese at this moment have to swallow the bitter fruit of failure and feel the humiliation of being ridiculed by melon-eating netizens from various countries.

Now, under Vietnamese music, there are various comments.

"Could this song of yours be plagiarized as well?"

Whenever a Vietnamese netizen appears on the Internet, someone will ask from behind: "Has your singer apologized?"

Many Vietnamese netizens who chased him had nowhere to escape.

Back then, they ridiculed how arrogant Gu Xiaobai was, and how painful it is now.

Of course, on the Internet in Vietnam, there are still top-notch netizens, and their fans are supporting their idols and annoyed Gu Xiaobai, but they have already become a minority.

But the box office of "Goodbye, Boy" still hasn't recovered.

After a fierce conflict, the netizens in Vietnam were knocked out and swallowed blood.

But are they having fun?
Of course not.

Whoever loses a fight will not be happy.

Gu Xiaobai was actually quite upset.

Yes, officials in Vietnam have apologized.

But those plagiarists in Vietnam have not shown up until now.

Netizens in Vietnam, there is still no one to apologize.

They are the real perpetrators.

On the Internet, there is an unspeakable silence.

It seems... nothing happened.

On the Zhongjun, several people from 306 are struggling with one thing.

"Should we copy another Vietnamese song?" Wang Haixia looked eager to try, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Okay, let's take it when you see it." Zhou Xianting thought it was enough.

"But these people don't accept it at all. Look at me on the Internet just now, and there are people trying to slap me!"

It has to be said that swearing is the fastest way to learn a language. In such a short period of time, Wang Haixia has been able to proficiently use Vietnamese mixed with Chinese and English. Who is torturing him on the Internet.

"Xiaobai, what do you say?"

……

On the pier, a group of dock workers got off work.

The port in Haiphong has a small throughput and not many berths.

Compared with the behemoth in the north, which is gradually being built and slowly becoming the world's number one pier, it is as small as a toy.

Many of the vessels docking at the docks are also bulk carriers, which are not as convenient as containers, and unloading requires a large number of dock workers.

At this time, after get off work, a dock worker wiped off the dust on his body, and moved something out of the utility room.

"Old Hu, why did you bring the piano here today?"

"Are you going to accompany fancier tonight?"

The man named Lao Hu didn't speak, but shook his head shyly, then carried his things and walked towards Zhong Jun.

Several of his co-workers looked at each other blankly, and walked over together.

The man walked up to the Zhongjun, put down the things in his hands, sat down, and took a deep breath.

The sound of the piano, start.

……

In Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai just wanted to speak, but suddenly frowned: "Hush!"

Gu Xiaobai pricked up his ears and listened carefully: "What sound?"

At this moment, under the sound of the motor running on the pier and the sound of the waves hitting the berth, something seemed to be trembling.

Like some loose strings, constantly changing.

Gu Xiaobai stood up and walked out following the sound.

When he stepped on the deck, the voice became clearer, as if it came from near the berth where the Zhong Jun was moored.

Gu Xiaobai walked to the side of the ship, looked down, and saw a man sitting quietly under the huge Zhongjun, shrouded in the shadow of the Zhongjun.

In front of him, there is a strange musical instrument.

That instrument was crude.

A bamboo tube about one centimeter thick and 1.2 meters long is placed horizontally on a long bamboo bench.

There is a string on the bamboo tube.

Yes, only one string.

This string protrudes from one end of the bamboo tube, connects to the bamboo piece protruding from the other end, and hangs obliquely above the bamboo tube.

An unpainted gourd was worn on the bamboo piece. The bottom of the gourd was cut off and turned into a trumpet-like thing. The other end of the string passed through the bottom of the gourd and was fixed on the bamboo piece.

At this moment, a man was sitting in front of the instrument, playing it seriously.

He was wearing a dock worker's clothes, wet and oily, and a towel was still draped over his shoulders.

He held a bamboo stick as a plectrum in his hand, and gently plucked the strings, then shook the bamboo piece, tightened and relaxed the instrument, resulting in a strange tone change.

This musical instrument is so simple that it only has a bamboo tube, a string, a bamboo slice and a gourd as a resonance box.

The sound of the instrument was also very small, if it wasn't for the favorable wind at a certain moment just now, it wouldn't have been heard on the boat at all, and Gu Xiaobai could hear it.

The man is very thin. Even a dock worker does not have strong muscles, only a thin body.

But he played very seriously.

The tunes he plays are gentle and simple, with a hint of earnestness and sadness.

Several of his co-workers stood beside him, staring at him blankly.

When they saw Gu Xiaobai and others coming out, they suddenly understood something.

Seeing the changes in the shadows on the ground, the man raised his head and looked at Gu Xiaobai and others on the deck.

Then he lowered his head again and played the piano more seriously.

Gu Xiaobai came out, 306 came out, and many staff members on board were attracted by the sound of the piano.

But the man didn't realize it, he continued to play, one song after another.

After playing the three pieces, he stood up and bowed deeply to the people standing on the Zhongjun:
"sorry."

Many days ago, he heard the bell that rang for hundreds of miles and washed the coast here.

Seeing Zhong Jun's wrath, thunderous!

And at this moment, standing in front of him is the legendary "Mr. Zhong" Gu Xiaobai.

A figure who overturned the Vietnamese music scene single-handedly.

And he is just an amateur musician who gave up halfway.

I don't know how many people are better than him, even if it's an apology, it's not his turn.

But he still wanted to stand up.

Use that insignificant bamboo tube, use that extremely slender string.

Fight against hundreds of bells and thousands of drums, and resist Zhong Jun's wrath.

He knew he couldn't win.

He just wanted to tell Gu Xiaobai.

We may be wrong.

But we also have music, and we also have dignity.

(End of this chapter)