HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

"Distinguished guests!"

"Dear viewers!"

Good evening, everyone!

"Welcome to..."

At the National Taiwan University Gymnasium, during the 14th Golden Melody Awards ceremony, after the host announced the program, the opening performance began.

On stage, the band in the center was hiding behind a red curtain. On the left side of the stage, a boy with a headscarf sat in a golden seat, and another boy with a headscarf sat at the piano next to him. It was Jay Chou.

Offstage, in front of Xiang Nan was Andy Lau, to his left was a lesser-known singer, and to his right was an empty seat—it was obvious who it was.

"Nanzai, I suddenly realize we're very much meant to be!"

Andy Lau turned around and shook hands with Xiang Nan again. This was the fourth time the two had met: at the charity performance, the Hong Kong Top Ten Music Awards, his brother's funeral, and now the Taiwan Golden Melody Awards.

Xiang Nan's pupils dilated, thinking to himself, "You couldn't have found out I stole your song, could you?"

He chuckled: "Maybe this is just the attraction between handsome men?"

"Uh..." Andy Lau looked him up and down for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha, Nan, I thought you were a serious person."

"You're just too imposing, Heavenly King!"

"Hahaha! You look so cool, little king!" Andy Lau clearly understood the joy of Xiang Nan's fans: the contrast.

The singer in the first row turned around and said, "Nanzai, your Cantonese is pretty good."

"You're too kind."

The two shook hands, which could be considered a perfunctory introduction.

The lesser-known singer to Xiang Nan's left was speechless. Why did this guy talk so much? He didn't even shut up while listening to the song.

Doesn't your hand hurt?

Stop hitting like that! Stop hitting like that!

On stage, Jay Chou's rendition of "Grandma" was transformed into a song denouncing domestic violence, eliciting varying reactions from the audience.

Because Jay Chou's next lyrics are a bit wild!

Actually, I'll go home and turn on the TV to watch the Golden Melody Awards.

Did I actually make the cut?

[The name Jay Chou only appeared in two nominations]

"..."

In the audience, Xiang Nan twitched his eyebrows. Did all the musicians have to diss the organizers?

Should I follow the procedures, or wait and see?

He received far more nominations than Jay Chou this time. After all, Jay Chou released a song in July, and the popularity of the album still has some influence on the awards.

Thanks to Sony's influence in Taiwan, he was nominated for a total of seven awards: Best Pop Vocal Album, Best Song of the Year, Best Composer, Best Lyricist, Best Arranger, Best Album Producer, and Best Mandarin Male Vocalist.

They swept almost all the major awards!

[Use the nunchucks now!]

【Hmph, ha, hey!】

The opening performance on stage finally came to an end, and Zhang Xiaoyan and Tao Jingying went on stage to officially begin hosting the program.

Xiang Nan thought the show would proceed with the usual awards ceremony, acceptance, and conclusion, but unexpectedly...

"Speaking of which, Xiaoyan, this year's Golden Melody Awards not only have Hong Kong's Four Heavenly Kings participating!"

"Oh?" Zhang Xiaoyan feigned surprise, opening her mouth slightly. "Jingying, did you deliberately mention 'Heavenly King'? Is there some hidden meaning behind it?"

Xiang Nan frowned, emanating an imposing aura that made Jay Chou, who was comparing "leg length" to someone else, shrink back.

"Of course! Today, China's famous young pop star is also here!"

Upon hearing this, many musicians frowned, except for the eagle, of course.

Wow! Really?

Zhang Xiaoyan's acting was very fake. As the camera panned to the audience, Xiang Nan nodded slightly with a straight face.

"Wow, that looks really cool, but our little superstar doesn't seem too happy!"

"They must have been overshadowed by Jay Chou, after all, it's Zhou Yongkang in the South and Xiang Yongkang in the North!"

The two chatted back and forth, eventually leading to a talent competition, where they even gave each other a topic: Initial D.

"Since Xiang Nan is developing his career in Japan, I'd like to see a competition between these two talented men, especially China versus Wanwan!"

Oh your mother's head!

On the large screen on the stage, Xiang Nan crossed his legs, his right elbow resting on the chair, looking very relaxed.

After hearing Tao Jingying speak, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stared intently at the host on the stage.

The latter was so frightened that his heart started pounding, and he quickly urged Jay Chou to start creating first.

At that time, Jay Chou was still very young. As someone who could write songs to criticize a nomination, how could he possibly understand the trap in Tao Jingying's words?

"Ahem..." Jay Chou took the earpiece, not looking at Xiang Nan, and instead asked a staff member to bring over a Casio mini synthesizer. "I... I took a shortcut. I had thought of this song before. Sorry, Xiang Nan."

After saying that, he picked up the synthesizer and started randomly pressing buttons. A rhythmic drumbeat started playing, and Jay Chou immediately started singing along.

Find a pen, write in your diary, and record your courage.

I can face the wall and let my fist rebel.

[Breathe, open the skylight, open my body]

Here, the sound of the engine is like a musical instrument.

Jay Chou paused for a moment while singing this part, glanced down at the silent Xiang Nan, and then regained his composure.

Therefore, the whistling wind is thrilling.

So, I'm drifting around the corner.

[Full speed ahead, drift to the bottom and take a closer look]

From zero to one hundred kilometers, who dares to oppose me?

In the first row, many bigwigs turned around, their surprised gazes fixed on the young man's face.

That's incredible! Aside from the chorus, they managed to finish the lyrics and music in such a short time?

"That's amazing! Really, to be able to write half a song in such a short time, everyone give a round of applause!" After saying that, Tao Jingying took the lead in clapping.

The singers in the audience looked at each other, and although they were dissatisfied, they still applauded.

"Now, let's welcome Xiang Nan from China..."

"Shut up!"

Tao Jingying abruptly stopped speaking, and even Hua Zai in the first row felt his ears ring from Xiang Nan's shout.

Under the live broadcast camera from overseas, Xiang Nan abandoned his previous leisurely demeanor and slowly stood up.

A surge of arrogance rose from his feet to the top of his head, making Xiang Nan's spine stand incredibly straight!

He pursed his lips, his sharp gaze sweeping around the room, and even through the screen, some viewers couldn't help but feel intimidated.

Xiang Nan... seems very angry!

"Xiang, Xiang Nan?" Tao Jingying was startled, her face flushed, and she still wanted to get back at him.

Unfortunately, Xiang Nan didn't give her any face. He stretched out his hand and his clear voice rang out: "Excuse me, Mr. Zhou."

"Huh? Oh!" Jay Chou was taken aback, and even after handing him the synthesizer, he was still wondering: Who is Jay Chou?

With hundreds of musicians on site and hundreds of thousands of people watching on television, Xiang Nan put on the microphone, flipped his hands, and a accompaniment began.

The musicians in the audience gasped.

Unbelievable! It's exactly the same as the accompaniment Jay Chou just played?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiang Nan raised his chin and gestured towards Tao Jingying on the stage.

(Those who are interested can compare it with Douyin's cute butt rap or the verses of drift.)

Hey you! This is the Taiwan Golden Melody Awards. Stop counting "one, two, three, three, two, one" with me!

Upon hearing this, half of the people present suddenly realized that this was what he was angry about!

The other half of the person, who is curved in the knees, is somewhat angry.

After a lyric declaring sovereignty, Xiang Nan didn't forget the theme of this competition:

Don't be too surprised, you can ask your dad to buy you a GTR!

[Even without drinking alcohol, someone like you needs a designated driver!]

[I drove halfway up the mountain and you're still at the bottom?]

Who is honking the horn?

As the lyrics were revealed, the scene fell silent. The lyrics were relevant to the topic, but they were a bit too aggressive.

Looking again at Xiang Nan, he was still staring intently at Tao Jingying on the stage.

But the rap isn't over yet!

If I form a car fleet, the most you'll do is come and wash my cars.

[I use every image of overtaking in my mind to write songs]

[I was walking uphill the whole time; my opponents on stage were too weak!]

I'm in a hurry to get home, please hurry up!

Upon hearing these words, the obscure singer standing nearby shuddered.

The other person is a girl, Xiang Nan, is it okay for you to diss her like that?

Great! Xiang Nan was thrilled, and his sexy voice became even more aggressive!

You can imitate my technique!

Don't overdo it; everyone has a few enemies in life.

I don't care!

I won't back down even if several come at me. I won't give my opponents a chance. From Hong Kong all the way to Taipei, get rid of this smirk!

【yeah!】

[Please put your mind at ease. I promised my father I would always love my country!]

Look! I'm floating around triumphantly, my posture getting higher and higher, and I'm smiling confidently!

"Laugh—laugh—"

The entire room fell silent.

The little giant beside him was breathing heavily, while Jay Chou shrank back in fear.

Only now did he realize why Xiang Nan was so angry.

Good heavens, it almost became the source of conflict.

Jay Chou shook his head slightly, no longer daring to be arrogant or showy.

……

"Aaaaaaah!"

The director's office at the Confucius Institute in France.

A sudden scream made everyone's heart pound.

"Dad! Big Wood is so handsome!"

"Ya ya ya ya!" Yifei clenched her little fists and waved them at the air a few times.

"Wow! I'm floating around smugly, smiling confidently."

Seeing Yifei so happy, the middle-aged man next to her shook his head and chuckled.

His gaze then shifted to Xiang Nan, who had thrown away the microphone.

This young man... um... this young man!