The opening of China Entertainment Group gave Jay Chou a head-on confrontation

Chapter 869 Music is my weapon, embedded in every nerve
I am looking up, above the moon.
How many dreams are soaring freely!
Yesterday's forgotten sorrow has been dried by the wind.
"I long to meet you again on that desolate road~"

Early in the morning, a very catchy and unfamiliar song came from the stereo in Zhou Yi's living room, leaving Sun Yanzi, who had just woken up and come over for a free meal, completely baffled.

Especially when she saw Zhou Yi leading his mother in doing... radio calisthenics to this powerful music?
Or dancing?

What is this all about?
Am I still half asleep?
A bewildered Sun Yanzi rubbed her eyes, shook her head violently, and then looked up again—

The scene remains the same.

"It's good for your health to take time to move around every day. Dad, don't just read the newspaper anymore. Learn more like Mom, so that when you go back to your hometown, you can bring your friends along to do some activities."

After being shot, Zhou Yi, who immediately transformed into a health expert at home, muttered something to his father, who was indifferent to the prototype of square dancing, and then immediately gave a thumbs up to his mother, Ms. Zhao Ping, for her learning ability: "It seems that my excellent dancing ability is inherited from your genes, Mom."

Back when they first debuted, they were marketed as the next generation's dance king, although that title ultimately faded away after only one generation, and they lost it with their second album.

Ms. Zhao Ping was so charmed by her son that she looked several years younger than before.

"Auntie, what's going on here...?"

"Yanzi, this is what Yiyi taught us. She said that moving your body more often is good for blood circulation..."

Upon seeing Sun Yanzi, Zhao Ping immediately stopped her hand and foot movements, affectionately took her hand, and explained in detail the fitness exercises she had created to match the song "Above the Moon".

Life lies in movement.

With no shortage of money and no longer experiencing financial pressures, the Zhou family's focus has shifted to maintaining peace, safety, and good health, especially after this incident involving the I Ching.

I haven't even seen my grandchildren yet.

Sun Yanzi immediately turned her curious gaze to the man who had finished teaching. The man took a sip of water, put down his cup, and invited, "Would you like to come along?"

It sounds pretty good?
Sun Yanzi has always been very confident in her dancing abilities, considering it a victory to be able to tame her limbs. However, the dance taught by Zhou Yi doesn't seem to have many requirements for rhythm and flexibility. But thinking about it, it makes sense; what need is there for rhythm when ordinary middle-aged and elderly people can dance like this?

"Never mind, I haven't eaten yet, and doing cardio on an empty stomach is bad for me."

Thinking that her weight gain efforts were not yet successful, Sun Yanzi, who was completely indifferent to weight loss tools such as fasted aerobics, finally chose to refuse and went into the kitchen to pick up a plate and put it on the table.

"Huh, where's Haohao? Is she still asleep?"

Sun Yanzi, who hadn't seen Cheng Hao, asked curiously.

Since returning from the United States, the group's canteen has moved from Cheng Hao's house to Zhou Yi's house—Zhao Ping is busy buying groceries and cooking every day, and she also invites Cheng Hao and Sun Yanzi to eat together, so his house has become their canteen.

Although she wasn't a professional chef, Zhao Ping's decades of cooking experience earned her unanimous praise from the two women.

At the very least, Zhao Ping has a pretty good grasp of the "appropriate amount" standard in Chinese cuisine.

"You think everyone is as lazy as you? She still has to go to work, okay?" Zhou Yi glanced at her, his tone slightly sarcastic. The latter pretended not to hear, her cheeks already bulging with breakfast in no time.

“Yanzi is so tired, what’s wrong with taking a rest? I’m not saying this to be mean, but you’re such a grown man, and a boss at that, you don’t know how to be considerate at all. Look how thin Yanzi has become.”

Having roughly figured out what kind of extraordinary person her son really was, Zhao Ping decisively sided with Sun Yanzi and gave him a good scolding. Sun Yanzi, who had been secretly eavesdropping, turned to the side, his little feet swinging happily under the table.

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes wildly.

No matter what, I can't talk back to my mom.

Zhou Yaoguo, who had been honest his whole life, was still secretly wondering—

He always thought his family was quite normal, so how come his son has become so promiscuous?
Two women like that would have been charged with indecent assault in the past.

While it's true that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, this blessing seems a bit too much.

"And another thing, if Zhang Chaoyang comes to ask you to go out again, don't go with him again..." Zhao Ping, afraid that her son would give her another fright, didn't forget to give him another piece of advice.

Although the collaboration had ended, Lao Zhang, under the guise of welcoming Zhou Yi back, threw one party after another for him.

As one of the most successful figures in China's internet industry, Zhang Chaoyang's parties are naturally filled with champagne and beautiful women.

It started as a genuine welcome party, just like the welcome banquet hosted by Little Ma.

As for what happened next, it's possible that Old Zhang has been successfully blinded by his own personality, and his performative personality has taken over. He wants to show Zhou Yi how well he has developed.

After all, his marketing strategy for celebrity business cards was entirely learned from the I Ching.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yi left him at this stage, choosing to end their collaboration.

Sun Yanzi was already crunching loudly on her chicken leg.

"From what you've said, Zhang Chaoyang sounds like a lovesick fool who can't get what he wants?" After eating and drinking her fill, Sun Yanzi, who was driving her Ferrari to Warner to check in, looked at the man in the passenger seat with his seatbelt fastened and felt utterly disdainful.

Zhou Yi, who didn't particularly like the feel of supercar seats, twisted his waist: "He's not a lovesick fool; he wants to prove that my decision to leave him was a mistake from a business perspective."

"So you two are still on good terms?"

"One thing at a time, he's just feeling unconvinced."

"Yeah, it's no wonder I can't stand being around someone like you."

With a toothpick still dangling from her mouth, Sun Yanzi grumbled, clearly annoyed: "Let me make this clear, I don't want to date you, so don't try to manipulate me. I'm not doing this for any good reason, I didn't save your life."

Zhou Yi chuckled lightly: "When did I ever say I wanted to be in a relationship?"

"That's good, so you won't misunderstand. I only stayed at your house temporarily to take care of you because I felt sorry for you. I'm only doing this out of respect for your aunt and uncle."

With a throttle press, Sun Yanzi drove the red Ferrari that Huang Zhan had once given to Zhou Yi, and parked it in the Warner garage in a stylish manner.

"Brother Yi."

"Sister Yanzi."

"Brother Yi."

"Sister Yanzi."

"Brother Yi..."

Sun Yanzi, twirling her car keys, shuffled her sandals on the tiles, responding with a smile to the greetings from Warner employees along the way. Just as Zhou Yi was about to leave the elevator and part ways with her, she grabbed his wrist—

"?"

Zhou Yi turned his head, and Sun Yanzi immediately stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

This time, her skill level was much higher than before, so much so that Zhou Yi was still a little unsatisfied when they parted their lips.

You said something wrong: I don't want to be in a relationship with you.

With his hands behind his back, Sun Yanzi maintained his crossed stance after the elevator doors opened, turning his body towards Zhou Yi beside him, but keeping his neck straight and staring at the elevator floor panel, emphasizing the importance of priorities.

The initiative is in my hands!
The advantage is mine!

"let's have dinner tonight?"

"Okay."

Sun Yanzi, who had been beaming with joy, seemed to realize something, and her face instantly tightened the next second: "But it's hard to say, I still have to work."

"How about we go to Jay Chou's concert together on September 30th?" "It's hard to say, I still need to check my work schedule."

Finally, seemingly to increase credibility, Sun Yanzi added, "Wait for my notification."

"Mmm, okay, okay, hahaha."

Unable to hold it in any longer, Zhou Yi burst out laughing as he stepped out of the elevator, leaving Sun Yanzi alone, who covered her eyes in regret and frantically pressed the close button on the elevator door with her other hand.

"What are you laughing at? Did you find money on the street?"

Upon entering the lounge, Qian Jiang, who had been waiting there, looked up and saw the uncontrollable smile on Zhou Yi's face, and asked curiously.

"It's nothing major, I just thought of something happy."

After giving a casual reply, Zhou Yi took the schedule handed to him, which clearly showed the procedures for coordinating with the CCTV documentary team.

The Book of Changes: Phoenix Nirvana.

The documentary's title is simple and unpretentious, yet it is closely related to albums and songs based on the I Ching.

The phoenix rising from the ashes is also one of the traditional myths of the Chinese nation.

"Although the CCTV documentary team says they don't lack money, Jianhui's point is that we should still contribute what we're supposed to. Take a look at the schedule here, and if there are no problems, I'll go and coordinate the arrangements."

"I have no problem with that, but are you sure CCTV plans to interview so many celebrities this time?" Zhou Yi exclaimed, looking at the long list of names.

"This is unprecedented, so naturally they've allocated the maximum funding. And do you know how much public opinion storm your gunshot wound caused to the international image that the United States has always touted? Just because of this, CCTV can act without any scruples."

When talking about being shot, Qian Jiang still feels lingering fear: "Thank goodness you're alright."

Of course, this shot also greatly hurt pro-American public intellectuals in China.

Even a superstar like Zhou Yi can't guarantee safety in the United States, so what are you talking about, this earthly paradise?

Is the California mansion that Edgar Jr. gifted to Zhou Yi about to be burned to ashes?
Ever since Zhou Yi was attacked, liberal media outlets in China have frequently fallen into a state of left-brain attacking right-brain thinking. The only constant underlying logic is that they still want to maintain America's status as a global beacon in their own and Chinese people's minds.

But if we still have to wash it this way, then the Book of Changes becomes an insurmountable hurdle.

Previously, it was inappropriate to contradict the public after being shot and left in limbo, given the uncertainty of his fate. Now that Zhou Yi has returned safely, these media professionals, unable to contain their lewd thoughts, are naturally starting to speak out.

It is well known that conspiracy theories have a huge market not only in the United States, but also in China.

Furthermore, due to historical and cultural factors, Chinese conspiracy theorists often cite classical texts and present their arguments in a very logical and eloquent manner.

"The CCTV interview team will arrive in about half an hour, led by Zhou Tao."

"She's coming to be the host of my documentary?"

"No, that's not it. The documentary is hosted by someone else. She's just here to do a simple interview with you and debunk those conspiracy theories circulating in the market."

Qian Jiang shook his head: "She wouldn't have come in the first place. She had already been seconded to the Organizing Committee of the Olympic Games to serve as the deputy director of the press department. It's only because of your accident that she wouldn't have been able to come out."

The Organizing Committee...

Upon hearing Qian Jiang's words, Zhou Yi suddenly remembered this person—who was seconded to the Organizing Committee this year as the Deputy Director of the Press Department, and will be promoted directly to the Director of the Planning and Management Division of the Opening and Closing Ceremonies Department next year, becoming the General Coordinator for the global television broadcast of the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic and Paralympic Games.

It's safe to say that if he receives an invitation to the Olympics in the future, he will most likely have a lot of dealings with her.

"Has the selection process for the chief director of the Olympics begun?" Zhou Yi asked curiously.

"The first round just started yesterday. Five out of the 13 proposals were selected to advance to the next round. The specifics are still unclear and are currently under wraps." Qianjiang's influence clearly doesn't extend there.

But he knew that, given Zhou Yi's current status, whichever team ultimately won would definitely extend an invitation to Zhou Yi.

Calling him the number one pop star in China is no joke. It would be foolish to leave such a great international music superstar unused.

"However, I heard that Chen Kaige has caused some trouble. There are rumors in the industry that he has angered the Olympic Organizing Committee. I don't know what happened."

Zhouyi: "..."

Here he comes, the King of Olympic Poetry Recitation is here.

The thought of Kai's future videos of him reciting poetry made Zhou Yi want to burst out laughing.

It's hard for you to explain exactly what was going through his mind at the time.

Whether it was simply a matter of social etiquette and a formality to avoid being the chief director of the Olympics, or whether his inherent literary spirit was stirred and he spontaneously recited poetry, it has become the most talked-about and interesting story in Kai's career, bar none.

When Zhou Tao arrived at Warner with his team, Zhou Yi was still enthusiastically discussing the gossip about the Olympic Organizing Committee with Qian Jiang and Zhou Jianhui.

"Hello, Zhou Yi, it's nice to see you again."

Seeing that Zhou Yi was indeed alive and well, Zhou Tao secretly marveled at his good luck and smiled as he reached out to greet him.

The CCTV interview mainly focused on two aspects: the events in the United States and why Zhouyi himself did what he did. It can be considered an official response.

"Many journalists are saying that you've used music as a weapon to attack the United States. What's your opinion on this claim?"

"I admit."

In the interview room, Zhou Yi frankly admitted: "Music is my weapon, buried in every nerve in my body, inexhaustible. That's why I'm very sensitive, and that's why I often think of using music to fight back."

"From the very beginning of 'Stubborn' to now, I have never changed..."

Justified and convincing.

However, it was inevitable that the release of this interview would trigger a major controversy in the Chinese public opinion sphere.

This is the first time a mainland Chinese artist or musician has so explicitly stated that they are attacking the United States.

"The perspective of Zhou Yi is still too narrow. In this globalized world, the United States, which is so powerful, has no need to attack others like this."

"What does Iraq have to do with us? What benefits can we gain from sticking our necks out? Zhou Yi may never have any dealings with Iraqis in his entire life, yet he rushed in so rashly and almost lost his life."

"It's a bit much for the Book of Changes to condemn the US for imperialism, but music knows no borders..."

Well, everyone has their own ambitions.

"really……"

Because Zhou Yi has put his ideas into practice and taken action, many media people who have not yet found loopholes can only play on the edge and express their incomprehension of what Zhou Yi is doing, after all, Zhou Yi is still earning US dollars.

"I just can't kneel down. I want to earn money standing up. Is there a problem with that?"

Three days later.

Facing a swarm of other media interviews, Zhou Yi, who had just left Warner, was fearless: "America is very powerful, but why should I be afraid of it? There is absolutely no need for that. I have mobility issues and am not used to kneeling down and being a slave to others."

"Zhou Yi, are you implying that many high-ranking public intellectuals in China are kneeling slaves?!" The reporter, being quite sensible, deliberately chose to ask the most sensitive question.

"of course."

When Zhou Yi, who had been shot, said this, he naturally adopted a morally superior and oppressive stance: "To call them spineless is to give them too much credit."

(End of this chapter)