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

Chapter 955 Every sparrow deserves its own tomorrow

"The Phoenix cannot be defeated!"

"Spike has established his own dynasty!"

"King of Chou!"

"No, no, no, according to the Chinese pronunciation, it should be called King of Zhou!"

"The Zhou Dynasty!"

"I know that! I specifically studied Chinese history. The Zhou Dynasty was the longest-ruling dynasty in ancient China!"

"I admit Spike is indeed amazing, but isn't it disrespectful to other musicians to call himself the best in the world?"

Is Spike the first pop singer to call himself the world's number one?

"Pah! Shameless! Disgusting!"

"I admit that Spike is indeed capable, and his sales figures are well-deserved. But I really can't like his arrogant and conceited personality; on the contrary, I find it extremely repulsive."

"Bullshit! Isn't Spike being honest? Do you expect him to lie? Don't you know Spike has always disdained lying?"

"You're the one talking nonsense! Does Spike show any respect for other singers when he says that?!"

"Why should we respect him? If we're capable, why not just use our achievements to fight back against Spike?"

"..."

As the show aired, Zhou Yi once again put himself in the eye of the storm due to his arrogant remarks—something that all Americans are used to, but they all enjoy it, adding fuel to the fire of public opinion time and time again.

For every person who loves him, there is just as many who hate him.

They are both the darlings and the outcasts.

This time, however, Zhou Yi didn't even bother to pretend anymore, showing absolutely no politeness.

He had never done anything like formally announcing his status as the world's number one in front of the camera in a public setting before.

Still on American soil.

The media likes to call him the "Emperor of Asian Music" and "Number One in the World," that's the media's business, and the fans like to echo that, that's also the fans' business, although Warner Music certainly played a significant role in promoting these reports.

However, Zhou Yi himself had always remained behind the scenes in this aspect.

The impact of certain words spoken by the person themselves is entirely different from that of words spoken by someone else.

Michael Jackson has been famous for so long, but he has never once so arrogantly claimed to be the best in the world in front of the media. It was all thanks to his fans and the public opinion behind him that he set the tone for global public opinion.

The most direct result of this was that even with Warner Bros.' already luxurious security doubled, they still couldn't stop the elusive reporters who were either camped out at the Warner Bros. building, at the homes or hotel rooms of female celebrities, or even at Zhou Yi's Beverly Hills mansion.

"You're absolutely insane. How could you openly admit to something like this on a TV show? I think your country's culture has already made the saying 'there is no first place in literature' very clear."

Eva Green was still putting on makeup in front of the mirror after showering when she saw the man in her reflection drying his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. While lifting his eyelashes, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Your agent and company aren't stopping you? Don't they even watch your rehearsals?"

"Why?"

Zhou Yi, with a bath towel tied around his waist, picked up his phone and glanced at his inbox: "This is the truth, why are you stopping me?"

Eva Green was speechless after being choked by one sentence.

She originally wanted to spout some grand principles, but then she thought that this man had never been humble since his debut in the United States. He could openly call himself a legend at the Grammy Awards, so it didn't seem surprising that he was now publicly claiming to be the world's number one.

"Aren't you afraid of their criticism? If you admit that you are number one, even singers and fans like Avril Lavigne, who are your friends, might turn around and attack you."

No superstar's fans would want to feel inferior.

In the eyes of fans, their own older brothers and sisters are always at the top of the pyramid, at the very top of the food chain.

But now Zhou Yi has suddenly elevated himself to a higher level and is going to enjoy the glory all by himself. His fans are naturally overjoyed, because the more awesome their idol is, the more awesome they feel. But the fans of other singers who were allies before will undoubtedly be dissatisfied.

Zhou Yi laughed: "My anti-fan base is already the largest in the world, how much worse can it get?"

"You really are a madman."

"uh-huh."

“But I like it.” Eva Green rose from the vanity, her arms, hidden beneath her shawl, wrapping around the man’s neck.

Her tongue traced the lines of her full pectoral muscles, and her dark eyeliner, accentuated by her blonde hair, gave her a witch-like allure when she looked up.

“I have a music festival this evening, Eva.”

"That's why you need me to help you get into the zone, isn't it?"

"I thought you came to thank me for promoting your movie." Zhou Yi put his arms behind his head, watching Eva Green guide herself to the target—

His expression gradually became more dazed as the penetration deepened.

"Casino Royale," which has garnered much attention due to the reboot of the 007 series, has recently begun its pre-release promotion in Hollywood. As the female lead, Eva Green has naturally plunged into this new world of Hollywood with the crew.

However, her unique aura as a French artistic goddess did not attract much media attention; people were more interested in her relationship with the I Ching.

Especially after Zhou Yi revealed that the inspiration for one of his songs came from Eva Green.

"Hold on tight, I'm about to accelerate!"

Zhou Yi, who had learned a little French, grabbed her arm, causing her to lean back almost completely, her swan-like neck held high, her muscles tensing instinctively.

Oh~~~
“Zut (French)! Baise-moi (French)!”

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"What are those two talking about in their own language?"

"I don't know, did you understand?" "Understand my ass! Chase after them! They're almost out of sight!"

"Fuck! Chase them! Hurry! Chase them!"

September 16, afternoon, New York.

When the reporters who had been waiting outside the hotel for a long time finally saw their target Zhou Yi come out, they were overjoyed and rushed to interview him. As for the 007 actress who was talking to him,

Nobody cares now.

As the first reboot of this classic spy series, the absolute soul of the male lead, Daniel Craig, is undoubtedly disappointing in terms of appearance alone. To be honest, the public's reaction to this 007 film is currently mostly negative.

Unfortunately, their car was clearly inferior to Zhou Yi's Porsche sports car.

The moment Zhou Yi put his sunglasses on his nose, the roar of an engine instantly echoed throughout the entire block!
Central Park, a landmark of New York City, hosts various events throughout the year, such as this charity music festival.

A host of Western artists, including the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lauren Hill, Green Day, Beyoncé, Justin Timberlake, R. Kelly, Usher, and the Black Eyed Peas, joined the event to fight racial discrimination and call for world peace.

As an unavoidable phoenix, the I Ching was naturally among those invited.

All the big names gathered, almost turning the venue into a star-studded red carpet, but unfortunately the organizers hadn't prepared anything.

After all, it's a charity open-air concert; it wouldn't be very meaningful if it were turned into a Hollywood Walk of Fame event.

Reporters wearing press passes from various major media outlets roamed among the crowd, constantly interviewing fans who had painted their faces with badges or carried banners and flags. Apart from Zhou Yi, who had not yet arrived, R. Kelly's name was undoubtedly mentioned the most.

"Like I said, Spike is too arrogant, but I'm not going to criticize him today. He's exempt from criticism today."

"My number one in the world is undoubtedly R. Kelly. He only declined because of negative news. I believe he can return to the top."

I love Spike!

I love Beyoncé!

Holding the inner-field ticket he had previously obtained from Zhou Yi, Xiao Wang, who was alone with his DV camera, stepped onto the large lawn of Central Park with excitement on his face, constantly adjusting the angle and filming everything around him.

The noise of people coming and going around him did not bother him. On the contrary, he encountered many kind people who thought he was lost and offered to help him.

Until that man arrived.

The black Porsche pulled up smoothly in the spot reserved by the organizers, showcasing its fluid driving skills. The handsome men and beautiful women stepping out of the car were a sight to behold—a true feast for the eyes!

Zhou Yi was not wearing a suit and tie; instead, he was dressed very casually.
However, Eva Green, who walked alongside him after getting out of the car, wore a glamorous burgundy sequined dress paired with long, golden waves and bright red lips, making her look exceptionally strikingly beautiful.

Reporters who finally caught Zhou Yi swarmed over, while Xiao Wang, squeezed outside the human wall, was so anxious he scratched his head and cheeks. In the end, he could only mutter "fuck you" under his breath after giving up on taking pictures.

"Spike! Spike, did you come so late on purpose? Are you trying to act like a diva?"

"Spike, is it because you're trying to outdo R. Kelly that you're so late?"

"Spike, what do you think of R. Kelly saying that Michael Jackson will always be number one in his heart?"

"..."

With an expression that said, "I knew it would happen," Eva Green subconsciously turned to look at the man beside her who hadn't even taken off his sunglasses.

"First of all, I'm not late; I'm still before the deadline. Thank you."

With one hand in his pocket, Zhou Yi looked like a vacationer: "Secondly, I don't know R. Kelly, I don't know what he said, and I don't know if this is your embellishment."

"How do you feel about the fact that many people don't recognize you as the world's number one? Do you feel that you haven't done enough?"

Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "I don't need their approval. I don't really want to start cursing on this occasion."

Whether it's a charity music festival or one that calls for world peace and the elimination of racial discrimination, it's better to stick to the theme.

But the reporter persisted—

Or rather, using controversial topics to provoke celebrities is a required course for journalists.

Do you look down on them or discriminate against them?

“If I were discriminatory, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

When asked questions, Zhou Yi, who seemed impatient, took off his sunglasses and pointed with the temples at the reporters closest to him: "On the contrary, I am the one being discriminated against. They can't stand to see a sparrow like me flying so high, understand?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing Zhou Yi's double entendre, the reporters, who had been about to press their advantage, immediately fell silent.

In 20th-century America, the sparrow also had another double meaning: Chinese immigrants.

Anti-Chinese Americans believed that Chinese people were like sparrows and should be exterminated and driven out. This was because sparrows, like Chinese people, had extremely strong adaptability to their environment and could reproduce in large numbers.

The infamous "Yellow Peril" theory once referred to Chinese people and sparrows.

Why am I here to participate in this charity concert?

"It's very simple. I just want to use my own experience to tell everyone that every sparrow should have its own tomorrow. Neither you media outlets nor the US government have the right to deprive us of our tomorrow."

Standing on his moral high ground, Zhou Yi pointed at the group of people in front of him and said, "You all owe me an apology."

hiss……

My head is so itchy, it feels like there's something special about it—

Wait a minute! Why do I owe him an apology again?

Damn! He's got me hooked again!
(End of this chapter)