number one idol

Chapter 492 Goodbye God of Songs
In fact, it is not only music that competes between countries, there are open and secret battles between various industries.

Such as cars, such as mobile phones, such as film and television... Basically, every consumer will make repeated comparisons among them before buying. If they choose the right one, they will naturally label it with trust.

The same is true in the music industry. Although Chinese is the mainstream in China, there are still many people who like to listen to Korean, Japanese, or English songs.

Choice is everyone's basic right. It is impossible for singers in the Chinese music scene to point guns at listeners to choose their own songs, let alone use patriotism and other reasons to kidnap someone morally. In the final analysis, it is their own music. Not good enough.

If Chinese music can really get rid of its badness and keep its essence, then even if you don't go all out to stir up gossip and publicity, there will still be many people supporting it.

But the problem is that record companies don't think so. In their eyes, making money is always the first.

Therefore, after Zhang Juncheng retired, the situation of singers who really make music in the Chinese music scene is actually very miserable. The popularity of idol-style saliva songs has lowered the overall image of Chinese singers in the international music scene. The singers of the faction despise the Chinese music scene even more.

How to revive the glory of Chinese music is the most concerned thing for every singer in the Chinese music scene.

Especially at this juncture, Japan and South Korea are coming menacingly, and the situation of Huaguo musicians is unprecedentedly severe!
If they really let them find out that Zhang Juncheng's strength is no longer what it used to be, then I am afraid that the Japanese and Korean singers in the international music scene will become more rampant, and the status of the Chinese music scene will really plummet, and they will no longer be able to speak. right.

In the final analysis, one's own strength is the foundation of gaining a foothold in the world.

"Brother Xiao, you also stayed in this hotel?"

In the restaurant on the top floor, He Xiao and the others had almost eaten their breakfast. They glanced at Xiao Wangnian, who was unkempt, wearing shorts and a vest, and obviously hadn't had time to dress up, and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, this is an internet celebrity hotel. Everyone is here to stay, so I'll just join in the fun." Lao Xiao is a real person, so what can I say, this hotel is quite famous on the Internet even though it is expensive. Generally, people who come to Singapore for tourism will notice it when they make strategies.

Its biggest feature is that you can overlook the whole of Singapore when dining at the restaurant on the top floor, and the endless coast of Marina Bay is clearly visible.

There are many tourists who choose to stay here. Because Xiao Wangnian came alone against the wishes of the company, he chose this hotel for his strategy. As for He Xiao, he drove away with Lin Yun the whole time. I have been to Singapore many times, and I am a frequent visitor to this city, and I am half a tour guide.

And Xiao Wangnian may not be the first star He Xiao met here. After all, there may be more singers from all over the world who want to see Zhang Juncheng's demeanor.

"Okay, Wangnian, it's not easy for you to go out alone, just go with us." Lin Yunkai laughed, and warmly invited Xiao Wangnian to join the group. After all, he is not an outsider. Xiao Wangnian is one of the few in this circle who can be An artist from a friend.

"Okay, but having said that, I've been in Singapore for two days, and I haven't seen Senior Zhang yet." Xiao Wangnian readily accepted the invitation. It's really lonely for him to come here by himself, and he feels at ease with a companion. At this time, he thanked Lin Yun and responded.

"Old Zhang likes to be quiet, otherwise he wouldn't leave Xiangjiang alone and run so far away to live in seclusion, but we're all fine and we're not outsiders. I'll call him later and we'll go see him in the afternoon " Lin Yunkai took another mouthful of steamed dumplings and said calmly.

A group of people are speechless, it seems that Zhang Geshen is really not an outsider here, and you are the only old self, right?
However, it is an honor to be able to take advantage of Lao Lin's light to see Zhang Geshen in advance.

After eating breakfast, everyone returned to their respective rooms. He Xiao brushed his teeth again, shaved his beard clean, and then found a shirt in the suitcase to change into. He made himself smooth and smooth before going out. .

Singapore is located in the tropics, there is no spring, autumn, or winter, and the temperature remains around 25 to 32 degrees throughout the year. Although He Xiao is wearing a thin shirt, he still feels a wave of heat when he comes out.

Join Xiao Wangnian, Lin Yunkai and others, and they stand on the steps at the entrance of the hotel to enjoy the shade, waiting for Shi Sledgehammer, who went to rent a car, to come back.

As a bodyguard and driver, Shi Dachui has been laughing with He since Le Jia's time until now. He knows how to do many things without He Xiao talking about them.

After a while, an extended nanny car was driven back. Excluding the two seats for the driver and the co-driver, there were three rows at the back, and each row had two seats with massage functions, which could seat six people in total. People, very comfortable.

It has been a while since Shi Dachui drove back to the hotel from the place where he rented the car. The air conditioner was turned on, and the cold air circulated in the car. As soon as He Xiao got into the car, he felt a burst of refreshing cold air. It's totally different, which is really refreshing.

But not long after, He Xiao's expression gradually froze again, because he felt a little refreshed.

"No, are the air conditioners in Singapore so overbearing?" He Xiao glanced at the display on the center console where the temperature setting was not very low, with a puzzled look on his face, it's too cold.

Lin Yunkai laughed and said, "There are two coldest places in the world. One is indoors in the south without heating in winter, and the other is air-conditioning in Singapore. Just get used to it."

Singapore's air conditioners are notoriously cool, and the air-conditioning emitted may almost catch up with the standard of morgues. From airlines to airports, buses, and movie theaters, everyone is basically "full of sincerity".

After He Xiao listened to Lin Yunkai's explanation, he could only silently press the car window to let the heat outside come in to neutralize it.

At noon, under the guidance of Lin Yunkai, a group of people came to the villa area on the coast, where many wealthy people lived.

"Teacher, although Xiangjiang's environment was not good back then, the personal development prospects of Songshen were very good. Why did he choose to retreat bravely at that time and live in seclusion?"

After getting out of the car, everyone strolled among the villas and walked towards Zhang Juncheng's house. He Xiao finally couldn't help asking.

If He Xiao remembers correctly, Zhang Juncheng was not dead ten years ago, or as a song god, he was almost never dead, but he chose to stay away from the entertainment circle, which made He Xiao very confused .

Lin Yunkai glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, sighed, and said eloquently: "Old Zhang was hurt by someone. The Xiangjiang entertainment circle back then was so exciting. Countless talented men and beauties came out, and they also performed well. There are many little-known love and hatred, if he is not really discouraged by this circle, how can he go far away from Singapore and leave the place of right and wrong?"

Lao Lin didn't go into too much detail, but He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian heard something from it. I'm afraid Zhang Juncheng, the song god of a generation, hides an unforgettable story behind it.

"It's here, it's here."

After a long time, everyone stopped in front of a clean villa, and Lin Yunkai introduced with memories in his eyes.

"I don't know if Senior Zhang is at home now?" Looking at the iron gate of the house in front of him, He Xiao felt a little excited, which was the reaction he would have when he saw an idol.

"Let me make a call." Lin Yunkai took out his mobile phone at this time, and did not rush to press the doorbell, wanting to confirm the situation with Zhang Juncheng.

The call was dialed, but a cheerful mobile phone rang behind the crowd. A group of people turned their heads and saw a bearded man wearing big pants, a flowered shirt, and flip flops at the corner of the path, holding a bag in his hand. Holding a bag of green vegetables, she stood behind them in surprise as if she had just strolled through the vegetable market.

It is the god of song.


(End of this chapter)