Pastry House of Superstars

Chapter 194

Wow oh oh oh, there is a good show to watch!
So, before Gu Yi himself and Tang officials had to say anything, many netizens were already bombarded!

"Fuck, I saw God assist again!"

"Sure enough, he is not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs!"

"Come and watch, come and watch!"

"Isn't this fucking pure fart! Yanming is almost nineteen, okay? Killing someone and getting the death penalty is fine, what a ghost child!"

"Leave 'child' alone, it really doesn't know anything..."

"Nimma, you are still a child. Gu Mengmeng is not yet 22 years old this year. In the eyes of most people, he is also a child, okay! If you let your son go, who will let him go?"

"That's right, did Gu Mengmeng beg your son to copy it?"

Faced with such a result, Mrs. Yan, who cos-moved the jewelry stand at the scene, was stunned. She really didn't expect that she would draw such a fierce reaction from netizens just by saying such a sentence.

So Mr. Yan, who was so angry, decisively deprived her of her right to speak, and handed over the task of speaking to the outside world to the lawyer.

However, in private, the lawyer said that no matter how hard they tried, it is estimated that Yanming would not be able to achieve any achievements in music in the future, because everything had been destroyed by him.

why?

Because when the song was first uploaded, Yanming, who wanted to be famous and crazy, used the banner of originality and self-creation, but no one thought that it would be revealed within a few hours of uploading...

Original, huh, huh.

One is a literary work and the other is a musical work. At first glance, these two art forms do not seem to have much connection, but there is one thing that they are most taboo about:
Plagiarism!

A person who already has a criminal record of plagiarism is definitely the most despised by his peers, so naturally it is impossible to have any so-called future.

Mr. Yan gritted his teeth and nodded.

No way, who made me give birth? If you don’t make music, don’t make music. Let’s get people out first.

In all fairness, domestic punishments for plagiarism are a bit too gentle. After paying some money, Mr. Yan successfully brought back home the son who had no face to see Jiangdong's father.

But the matter didn't end there. What fans are most concerned about now is: what about the concert?
Of course, this is also one of the issues that Yuan Ou is very concerned about, but what she cares most about is Gu Yi's body.

The leak of the sound source means that these five songs are instantly disqualified from being shown at the concert, and of course it also means that everyone's hard work over the past few months has been in vain.

From the day he started working, Gu Yi reduced his sleep time to no more than six hours a day. This was on the premise of Yuan Ou's argument, otherwise he would probably be able to do without sleep for a few days.

He had to recreate the quality of the first five songs in the shortest possible time!

Write lyrics, compose music, give it to the orchestra to run in, ask the dance teacher to re-choreograph, and then the dance troupe rehearses...

Time, time, he felt the urgency of time like never before!
People including Song Zheng came and went, even the young You'an felt something was wrong.

He secretly asked Yuan Ou, "Sister, what happened to brother?"

Yuan Ou touched his little head and said with a smile, "Brother is fine."

"Then, why everyone so nervous?"

Yuan Ou thought for a while and said, "Because someone stole your brother's things, which are very important things, and he needs to remake them."

Youan furrowed her small eyebrows, and shouted in displeasure, "Bad guy! thief!"

Yuan Ou smiled, "yes, bad guy."

You'an thought for a while, then asked again, "Then, will the police arrest him?"

Yuan Ou sighed slightly, looking at Gu Yi who kept playing the strings downstairs, he was filled with emotion, "Not everyone who does bad things will be punished, and not everyone who gets hurt will get the same price." compensation."

These words are too complicated, far beyond You'an's ability to understand.

There was a daze in his wide-open eyes, and he tilted his head, "why?"

Yuan Ou stood up and held out his hand to him, "When you grow up, you will understand."

Putting his hand into Yuan Ou's palm, You'an nodded half understanding.

"Okay," Yuan Ou let out a long breath, trying to change the atmosphere, "Now, let's make some delicious food, how about nourishing my brother's body?"

"Oh, delicious!"

However, no one thought that the hustle and bustle of these days seemed to be just a preview before the climax of the big drama. Soon, a piece of explosive news made countless people feel incapable of thinking for a moment:
Yanming committed suicide.

(End of this chapter)