I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

"This melody appears in many video edits, but I didn't know it was by this band."

"Wow, did JX write this too?"

……

Gao Xiaobo requested another song: "And this one, 'Animals,' and 'One More Night,' 'Lost Stars'..."

After saying that, he looked up and said, "These are songs that have been on the charts for a long time, and this is just one band!"

"There's also Republic Era. You might not be familiar with the band's name, but if I mention 'Apologize,' many people will have heard of it. And 'Counting Stars' is definitely a name that many people are familiar with."

"Look how many bands are still here? Imagine Dragons, Green Day, Linkin Park..."

“Believer, Wake Me Up When September Ends, In the End… Good heavens, did he write all these songs?”

Some viewers of the live stream painstakingly searched for the music that Gao Xiaobo mentioned.

When the song started, many people's expressions changed.

I didn't know until I searched it up: Oh, it's this song?

These songs lack distribution channels in China; most people hear them through video clips or roadside loudspeakers.

So they didn't know the band's name or the song's name, they were only familiar with the melody.

This also indirectly shows that these songs are of high quality and have catchy melodies.

“I’ve heard of all these bands,” Cui Dayou suddenly said. “They’re very good. If they were all written by JX, then he’s really amazing; he can even handle English.”

Gao Xiaobo's mouth dropped open: "No way?"

"The English lyrics must have been written by someone else, right? I don't think I've heard of many lyricists whose native language isn't theirs," Wang Feng said.

Gao Xiaobo said, "I don't know. It's not written on the album cover, and the songs only list the original singers, not the lyricists and composers."

While Gao Xiaobai was shocked, Yingzi felt increasingly agitated.

She didn't understand much of the conversation between Gao Xiaobai and the other person, which was entirely in English, but she thought the reactions of the crowd were exaggerated.

Hearing them still arguing about whether JX was the lyricist and composer only made her more irritated.

"Didn't they ask who the lyricist and composer were when they connected on the phone?" Yingzi frowned.

"No, I was too busy with the questions at the time," Qin Yunchu said.

Gao Xiaobo seemed to remember something and said, "They did mention the British invasion, and apparently they said JX is the mysterious songwriter behind more than a dozen bands..."

Yingzi pressed further, "Did he say exactly which dozen or so bands they were?"

Gao Xiaobai shook his head.

Did they say which song JX wrote specifically?

Gao Xiaobai shook his head again.

"They didn't say it was just these few bands currently on display?"

Gao Xiaobo remained silent. It seemed he no longer needed to answer.

Yingzi sighed:

"Writing a song for each band counts as writing, and I'm considered a mysterious lyricist and composer, so what's the big deal?"

Yan Yunzhuo said, "People in Europe and America tend to exaggerate when they speak."

After being scolded by Yingzi, Gao Xiaobai felt much better and nodded, saying, "Maybe."

Yingzi tapped the screen and said, "Let's move on to the next paragraph. Let's stop guessing and let him finish before we comment."

After Yingzi tapped it, the screen changed again.

This is another interview.

The interview scene this time was even darker, and the video was thoughtfully accompanied by subtitles.

The interviewee, JX, with black hair, sat on the sofa with his back to the camera, his legs crossed high, looking very comfortable.

The reporter opposite him was a completely different person.

"Mr. JX, when you first came to the United States, you used the term 'British invasion.' What is your definition of the British invasion?"

The reporter looked respectful, seemingly eagerly awaiting the opponent's response.

And everyone is familiar with the style of Western journalists; his little notebook must be filled with many sharp questions.

However, to the reporter's surprise, the response was a rhetorical question:

"Why didn't anyone ask me this question when I first came to the United States?"

The reporter chuckled awkwardly, "Maybe everyone thought they understood at the time."

"Then why are you asking now?"

"Judging from your actions, people are realizing they don't understand at all," the reporter said. "If what you mean by the British invasion is taking 10 British bands—plus one Finnish band—and holding over 2000 concerts across the US in 300 days, selling 76 million tickets, meaning that on average one in two Americans has heard your music, then that's understandable..."

"Yeah, that's about it," JX said.

“That should be called the JX Invasion,” the reporter said. “After all, there’s a Finnish band involved, and you don’t have British blood, do you?”

“I think it would be easier for Americans to accept if we called it the British invasion,” JX said. “I’m new here, you know, I can’t afford to offend people too much.”

"Hahahaha..." The two of them burst into laughter.

"...So," the reporter asked after laughing for a while, "you then formed 7 or 8 American bands, and this year's Billboard charts are full of your songs. People are almost starting to think that the letters JX are something like anonymous... So what are you doing all this time?"

"Well..."

Chapter 160 Reggae, Toilet Bombing, and the JX Gang

"Well..." JX's shoulders shrugged slightly in the video, his tone relaxed, "Guess?"

The reporter opposite him looked very enthusiastic, and said with a smile, "Oh? Now it's my turn to ask questions."

“You can’t ask me to answer a question I don’t know the answer to,” JX said. “If you ask why I have to do it, it’s because I can.”

"Because you can."

The reporter repeated his words, once again astonished by his arrogance.

But one has to admit, this George Mallory-esque way of speaking is indeed very cool.

"You mean you can compose music for nearly twenty bands?"

"No, I mean, I could top the charts with over twenty bands."

The reporter gaped: "You really intend to dominate the American music scene?"

“No, this is what you want to hear,” JX said. “Let me tell you something you like to hear first. You can use this sentence as a headline and put it on the front page of the newspaper later, so that people will be more likely to click on it.”

The reporter burst into laughter.

"Of course, I think the more likely reaction is that after reading this headline, people will say: Wow, look, this kind of headline can be used as a news headline? Isn't this just repeating facts that everyone already knows?"

The reporter laughed even louder, and even the cameraman seemed to be losing his composure.

Inside the private collection, the expressions on everyone's faces were quite interesting.

Chen Ya's words were really too arrogant.

Gao Xiaobo felt a cold sweat running down his back. He said, "He always talks in such an arrogant tone. Isn't he afraid of being sanctioned? I'm so afraid that the reporter opposite him will storm off."

Yingzi sneered and said, "If he were my apprentice, the first lesson I would teach him is humility."

Jiang Xinhai glanced at Yingzi.

She wanted to say that foreigners admire strength; those with ability don't need to be humble, they already show their brilliance, while those without ability are almost seen as weak.

However, when the voice in the video came on again, she held back and didn't say anything.

The reporter in the video finally stopped laughing, then continued:

"Seriously, JX, everyone is very curious about you."

"Curious about me? Like what?"

"For example, where you come from, where you are going, what your plans are for the future, and why you never show your face..."

"I can't remember too many questions. You know, I've only been sleeping four hours a day lately."

"Oh!" The reporter pleaded. "Please, JX, this interview is highly anticipated. Although I've enjoyed talking to you, if I go back empty-handed, I might get fired."

"uh-huh?"

"Tell me about your past," the reporter said, clasping his hands together. "Tell me how you came to form so many bands?"

JX adjusted his sitting posture.

Everyone could sense that he seemed to be getting serious.

Not only did the reporters show expectant expressions, but everyone in the private collection also did.

Especially Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao.

Both of them were eager to know what Chen Ya had been doing abroad for the past few years.

Yingzi, however, focused entirely on other things.

She was absolutely certain that the music in question, JX, was not all done by one person.

The more he talks, the more flaws he reveals.

She'll find out JX's weakness sooner or later.

Cui Dayou squinted, trying hard to see the screen clearly.

His thoughts were purely related to music.

After a seemingly long pause, JX slowly said, "As everyone knows, I am Chinese."

"Yes." The reporter looked at him eagerly.

"After leaving China, I wanted to travel the world and see the world."

So you ended up in Europe?

“No,” JX said, “Japan was the first place I went to.”

"Huh?" The reporter was somewhat surprised.

“I wrote an album for a band called Xjapan in Japan, but I didn’t stay there for long,” JX said. “Then I crossed the ocean and went to Cuba.”

"Cuba?!" The reporter felt that what he was saying was getting more and more outrageous.

“I met a lot of celebrities in Cuba that I wanted to meet, all of whom are people that some of your American organizations hate. I won’t go into details here. Then I went from Cuba to Jamaica,” he said. “There are a lot of shops there run by Chinese people. I found one to stay in and went to a hotel to sing karaoke at night.”

"Wow." The reporter didn't know how to respond.

“There, I taught some people to sing, and I formed a band with the locals that specialized in a type of music called ‘reggae,’” JX said.

The reporter said, "I think I've heard the word reggae before. JX, tell me about your life in Jamaica."

“Jamaicans love music,” JX said in a casual tone, “Jamaica is a very poor and weak small country. People are already very tired of living, so they need to go to the beach to dance every day.”

The reporter laughed at the Jamaicans' optimism.

"The job of Jamaicans is to grow coffee and ganja to sell to you Americans, to satisfy the spiritual needs of people in developed countries. After making money, they go to bars or beaches, to dance around the dance floor or bonfire, and sing and dance together."

The American journalist's smile froze on his face.

“People in their country really love the reggae music we create,” JX said. “Our influence quickly spread to the point that we are known to everyone. In fact, we were even invited to hold concerts by South American countries such as Brazil.”

The reporter spread his hands: "Is this true? I've never heard of it before."

“It’s probably because your social media never focuses on what’s happening in the Third World,” JX said.

The reporter was a little embarrassed by what was said.

Seeing this, Yan Yunzhuo finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Why does he always criticize others?"

He Ling coughed lightly and said, "But what he said makes some sense."

"He's so mean," Yan Yunzhuo said. "Isn't it normal that he doesn't know about an African country like Jamaica?"

“Uh, Jamaica is a Caribbean country…” He Ling whispered a hint.

Just as Yan Yunzhuo was about to ask, "Isn't the Caribbean Sea part of Africa?", Yingzi kicked her, and she quickly shut up.