The richest person in Chinese entertainment

Chapter 492 Tonight, I am the rule
Now, on the steps in front of the Grammy Hall, audiences around the world were able to experience a magical moment.

At the bottom of the stairs, P. Diddy stood there alone.

Maybe he wasn't so alone because several TV stations had their cameras facing him.

He himself was wearing a newly changed white suit, holding up his trousers that did not fit him at all and could not be buttoned, and was standing in disarray in the cold February wind in Yanjing.

That ferocious face was covered with snot, and he no longer had the arrogance of the past.

"Oh, how pitiful."

"I just thought Diddy shouldn't wear a black dress to enter the venue, and sure enough, Leon got the better of him."

"It's ok that he's arrogant in our country, but he's so restless in front of Leon. He has no sense of propriety."

“Sure enough, it takes Leon to deal with this usually very arrogant person.”

"What an idiot! It was a mistake to let him deal with Leon!"

“Who would have thought that Diddy would be so vulnerable in front of Leon?”

"Let's think of other ways. We can't rely on this guy anymore!"

Diddy should be thankful that he can't hear the comments of the audience behind the camera.

But just from the faces of those reporters who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, he still felt a humiliation he had never felt before.

This is not enough.

Diddy saw from the corner of his eye that several staff members were running up to him carrying large and small bags of equipment.

"Sir, the organizing committee said that you might not be able to attend the Grammy Awards for the time being, so they asked us to come over and shoot a set of shots for you."

What are the characteristics of the Grammys?
Of course, the slow motion is something that is always sought after by fans and media!

This is the biggest motivation for every star to dress up and attend.

The first thing other stars did after entering the venue was to take a set of slow-motion shots to facilitate subsequent publicity.

Before P. Diddy could react, the staff quickly set up the equipment and started filming him.

"Asshole, I don't want to take a picture!"

Diddy covered his crotch and turned his head away to avoid the camera.

"Don't be nervous sir, we are professionals."

The staff are not American Chinese, but authentic Chinese Yanjing people.

I can speak a little English, but not much.

He could sense Puff Daddy's frustrated look and his resistance, but he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

But when he thought that it was his boss's order, he completely ignored P. Diddy's resistance.

He still knows who distributes the wages.

[Cover the crotch and turn the face away], [Cover the crotch while blocking the face], [Turning around and covering the buttocks], [Caring about the face but not the buttocks], [Caring about the buttocks but not the face].
A series of slow-motion shots of P. Diddy's embarrassment were successfully filmed by the staff.

In every slow-motion shot, P. Diddy's movements, expressions, and even the hairs on his face are all clearly visible.

It perfectly illustrates what it means to be "panic-stricken" and "ashamed".

Before P. Diddy could react, they ran away with their equipment.

Only Puff Daddy was left, disheveled in the wind.

When is a person most helpless?

P. Diddy didn’t know that before.

But now he felt he knew a thing or two.

At least, you feel most helpless when your pants are on but not fully put on.

Because he was wearing pants, he wasn't afraid.

Even if he took off his pants, he could still pretend not to be afraid by being thick-skinned.

But now the pants are only hanging on the buttocks, and I have to hold them up with both hands.

This action naturally gives off a "victim" vibe.

No matter how hard you pretend, you can't act like you don't care.

"asshole!!!"

Diddy didn't care that there were reporters around him, he stood up straight and headed towards the platform at the top of the stairs, like Zhang Chen surrounded by stars.

Zhang Chen, who was surrounded by reporters asking questions above, also felt the gaze of P. Diddy below.

He grinned at Diddy from a distance.

Then he retracted his gaze and began to answer the questions from reporters.

"The reason why we didn't ban people from cheating on the tickets is that we wanted to let the Grammy committee see how many singers in the world are yearning to be here."

Zhang Chen's answer was brief, but it stunned the reporters on the scene.

It's that simple?
"This" Piers Morgan, the founder of the 3am girl group, stood in the front row and continued to ask, "Won't it greatly reduce the value of the event you organized?"

As he spoke, he pointed towards the end of the red carpet.

There, you can vaguely see the figures of more than a dozen people.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, I knew it without having to guess.

Those people are the five members of TVXQ and his assistant team members.

"No event is perfect." Zhang Chen shook his head. "But as long as the Grammy Awards and the audience know how many singers in the world want to enter the Grammy Awards, that's enough."

"I gave them a chance to enter the door behind me." Zhang Chen raised his thumb and pointed behind him. "No matter what method they used, their enthusiasm let the Grammys know that there are many singers in the world who want to enter this hall."

The reporters nodded thoughtfully.

Not an agreement, but no objection either.

"If that's the case, you shouldn't have driven away TVXQ."

Seeing that the reporters around him were silent, the reporter from South Korea became unhappy. He walked past the crowd and came to Zhang Chen.

The microphone was almost hitting Zhang Chen's face.

Zhang Chen took a half step back in disdain and replied in a neutral tone: "Even if I give you a chance, you still have to recognize your own strength and whether you can match the ranking he got by cheating on the votes."

After he finished speaking, the reporters around him burst into low laughter.

Zhang Chen's words were no different from a stab in the heart.

It's almost like saying directly that TVXQ, who were elected by the people of South Korea, have no right to have a seat at the table in the global music scene.

This is the idol group that even the big bosses in South Korea helped to canvass votes for some time ago.

Now that Zhang Chen has directly denied his ability, one can imagine how excited the South Korean audiences who are watching the live broadcast will be.

The sound of "Xiba" was definitely heard throughout the entire South Korea Peninsula.

The South Korean reporter who asked the question blushed and held back for a long time, but still refused to accept it: "Leon, you got it too!"

When the reporters around heard this question, they all moved away from this reporter.

Warrior!
They asked for a long time just now, but no one dared to ask this question.

Now that the South Korean reporter has asked this question, they also want to know how Zhang Chen will answer.

It would be better if this question does not have anything to do with me, and Zhang Chen does not think that this is the question they want to ask.

They were just thinking about how to steer the conversation to this issue.

Now that there is someone who has taken the lead, everyone is very happy.

For a moment, the South Korean journalists were isolated in the crowd.

Zhang Chen squinted and smiled, glanced at the reporter, and patted the tender little white hand on his left wrist.

"My sister is ignorant and has made a fool of herself in front of everyone."

"I just can't stand those swindlers. I just don't want those who rely on swiping votes to gain audiences to surpass my brother in the rankings!"

Zhang Chen explained lightly.

Liu Yifei answered with a look of dissatisfaction on her face.

The sensitive issue of "Zhang Chen's vote-rigging" that has attracted worldwide attention has been turned into a heartwarming drama of "sister helping her brother to stand up for justice".

"This"

What else can the reporters say?

Zhang Chen and Liu Yifei sang the same tune and directly classified this issue into daily family life.

They can't blame a little sister for standing up for her brother, right?
The protagonists of the matter have changed, so what else do they have to ask?

Everyone came for Zhang Chen, not for this beautiful Chinese girl who is famous in Europe and the United States but not particularly well-known.

They can indeed ask some follow-up questions, such as why they didn't stop their own sister.

But this leads to family conflict.

They are all well-known media in their respective countries and have no interest in paying attention to such trivial matters.

"Or am I not qualified to be on that position on the leaderboard?"

The reporters were still embarrassed, but Zhang Chen asked another question with a smile.

"No no!"

"Enough! Qualified enough!"

"That's enough!"

The reporters shook their heads and denied it as if they had just woken up from a dream.

What a joke, Zhang Chen is not qualified? Then who else is qualified?

Now, Michael Jackson, facing Zhang Chen, who has brought out so many European and American queen-level singers, does not dare to say that he is qualified to be called the number one singer in the world.

In addition, all of Zhang Chen’s songs are written and composed by himself. Every song is a hit and every album is a blockbuster.

No one would dare to openly question Zhang Chen's status in the music industry.

If there is, they will just say a few sarcastic words behind the back.

If they dare to question it publicly, they will be asked, "Who else can achieve what Zhang Chen has achieved?"

Album sales, song quality, the divas he has produced, and the monopoly on music resources, all these factors have made Zhang Chen's position in the world music scene unmatched.

The reporters also figured it out.

In "Clash of the Titans", whether Zhang Chen cheated in votes or not, he was the number one singer in the world.

What they had worried about before was simply impossible to happen.

Ranking beyond Zhang Chen?

If he didn't have similar achievements to Zhang Chen's current ones, it would be a joke if he went up.

And if there is really a singer who can surpass Zhang Chen.

This list will not be a glory for this singer.

Rather, it was the shame and joke that lingered in his life.

From now on, when fans talk about him, he will be made a laughing stock and be mocked and laughed at by everyone again and again.

Just look at the album sales of TVXQ and P. Diddy.

More than 20 million votes for "War of the Titans".

As for the sales of personal albums on Morning Light Music, the sales figures only barely increased by over 10,000.

This is the most intuitive manifestation of inflated rankings.

This is the retribution for feeling qualified but being considered unworthy by others.

I just don't know whether the ticket money was paid spontaneously by their fans or by the two of them themselves.

If it's the latter, it's a joke.

If it is the former, it would be an even bigger joke.

Because their fans themselves don't want to listen to their works.

Do you expect other people to like their work?

"Let's go, it's time to go in."

Zhang Chen saw that the time was almost up, so he turned around and walked towards the gate.

"and many more!"

Zhang Chen turned around in surprise and looked at the reporter who asked the question.

Looking at this logo, it should be from the United States, right?

He didn't turn completely around, but waited for the reporter to say something.

"Where's Diddy?" The American reporter pointed at P. Diddy who was ignored below.

The lonely look of holding up his pants with one hand and hugging his arm with the other.

It can be as miserable as it can be.

"Him?" Zhang Chen glanced at him and said calmly, "People who don't follow the rules are not welcome here."

"Rules?" the reporter asked.

Zhang Chen glanced at him, turned around, and answered his question.

"My words are the rules."

Zhang Chen took a step forward and walked towards the door, and the reporters heard another sentence from him.

"This Grammy Year, I am the rule."

The reporters could not see Zhang Chen's face at this time.

But looking at Zhang Chen's tall and straight back, he felt so oppressed that he was speechless.

When Zhang Chen led them to the golden gate that was 8 meters high and 5 meters wide.

The moment Zhang Chen approached the door, it was opened with great effort by the staff on both sides.

The moment when the lights in the hall shone on Zhang Chen and Liu Yifei.

The reporters subconsciously blocked out the sudden light.

Zhang Chen's tall back can be vaguely seen in the golden light.

Plus the slim partner beside me.

For a moment, countless people were immersed in this picture.

I don’t know how many people have forgotten to move forward.

"So handsome."

"What a nice view."

"So domineering!"

"Oh My God"

After seeing this scene, the audience behind the camera subconsciously expressed their intuitive feelings.

This picture is nothing like the beautiful shots in those famous movies.

Zhang Chen's words just now, coupled with this brilliant picture, elevated Zhang Chen's image to an unknown level.

It also made the countless viewers who saw this scene, as well as the thousands of reporters following Zhang Chen, feel a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts.

"Follow up quickly!"

The reporters, who were slow to react for a moment, suddenly woke up from their dream and followed Zhang Chen and Liu Yifei who had already entered the room.

When they stepped through the door, they were lost in thought again.

The audience who saw the scene in the hall through the camera also widened their eyes.

"This"

"Isn't it so beautiful?"

"Is this Wonderland?"

When they stepped through the door, the air outside brought up white smoke around the door.

Everywhere you look, it's all white.

In this hall filled with fairy-like air, each Grammy was kneeling in front of a traditional Chinese table. In the aisle nearby, hundreds of women dressed in ancient Chinese costumes stood on both sides.

When Zhang Chen stepped into the center of the hall with the eyes of reporters and the audience.

From the second-floor attics on both sides, seven "fairies" dressed in different colors flew out and passed by each other.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of mountain springs and the cries of cranes in the hall.

On a prominent platform in the corner, the "fairy sounds" woven by Chinese traditional musical instruments such as the guzheng, guqin, yangqin, and chimes linger in the ears.

“This is what the highest temple of world music should look like.”

Some people couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Chen, who was walking in front, heard the discussions behind him and smiled.

But he did not stop, but kept moving forward and walking towards the front.

Along the way, the Grammy guests have gradually accepted the atmosphere in the hall.

No matter where they came from or what their skin color was, they couldn't help but stand up before Zhang Chen reached them and watched Zhang Chen pass by them.

Even the guests sitting on the second, third, and fourth floors couldn't help but stand up and gather in front of the fence to watch the biggest star of the night enter.

For a moment, Zhang Chen's entry created a scene of "the big boss appearing".

Zhang Chen walked to the front of the hall, facing everyone's gaze.

After throwing off his robe, he faced everyone and uttered one word: "Sit."

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly and accurately transmitted to everyone's ears.

Everyone subconsciously returned to their seats and sat down.

I only realized it after I sat down.

They were completely shocked by Zhang Chen's momentum when he entered the venue.

The scene of thousands of reporters entering the venue was so shocking.

"let's start."

Zhang Chen turned around, sat down at the table in the front and center, and gave instructions to the host on the stage.

The host is still Zhang Chen’s old friend, Teacher He.

However, given the diversity of tonight's guests, he was also accompanied by a host who is more familiar to Europeans and Americans.

"Everyone, tonight's Grammy Awards, now."

"start!"

(End of this chapter)