Let you host the artist, how can you become a superstar

Chapter 151: 0150
What Yan Yu said can cause a tsunami-like discussion because of his feud with Jiang Ge and others, and his father's status.

Now, there is a more powerful person who speaks out, and it is a compliment and encouragement to "A Bridge of Fate".

Do you think, can the rhythm take off?
"Damn it, Fang Cong and Mr. Fang have come out!"

"This time I'm on Teacher Fang's side!"

"One is a famous artist, and the other is an artist at the national music hall level. It is clear at a glance who is the best."

"Don't mess with the rhythm, it's Xiao Yan who's commenting, not Lao Yan."

"Teacher Fang's comments are very pertinent, neither bragging nor black."

"This song does have shortcomings, but in today's Chinese music scene, it is enough to sweep away the so-called 'national style songs'."

……

In just ten minutes, Fang Cong's weibo had more than [-] retweets.

The direction of the wind has changed.

Was it really the majority of netizens who asked Fang Cong to take action?
In fact, no, even if it will, it will not be so fast.

It was Fang Cong's friend who found him, but who?Zhou Mulong.

This reflects the importance of contacts, they will lend a helping hand to you when you are in trouble.

Magic City, Shuyuexuan.

This is a rare study-style teahouse in China, which shows the taste of "study", simple and elegant, exuding a bookish atmosphere.

Tables and chairs are scattered in the study, drinking tea, tasting culture.

"Old Zhou, it's not easy to drink your tea."

"Then treat you for a week, that's fine."

"Speaking of which, if you care so much about Jiang Ge, is it Ling Wei's boyfriend?"

"You also know that I don't interfere with the feelings of my daughters. The two of them are just ordinary friends. I have more appreciation and expectations for him. The entertainment industry has been dominated by traffic for more than ten years. The aesthetics are gradually distorted. Fast-food works dominate. A game-breaker is needed."

"Do you think he has this strength?"

"I pushed his work, have you read it?"

"Look, otherwise, how can I help you and participate in the nonsense of the two juniors."

……

Zhou Mulong pours tea for Fang Cong.

Fang Cong raised his glass, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, he sipped slowly, leaving the fragrance on his teeth and cheeks.

Zhou Mulong poured tea again and said, "Why is Lao Yan's son so different from his character?"

Fang Cong replied: "After Lao Yan divorced, the child has been living with his mother."

Zhou Mulong suddenly said: "No wonder, old Yan is gentle and elegant, low-key and restrained, but my son has such a strong anger."

Fang Cong finished his tea again, put down his cup and said, "Jiang Ge is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but he knows how to 'collect' and 'put'."

While pouring tea, Zhou Mulong said with a smile: "You can't let others unscrupulously shit on your head, you can't be cowardly when it's time to fight back."

Fang Cong said again: "Find an opportunity to introduce me."

Zhou Mulong smiled and said, "Did you see him?"

Fang Cong said unabashedly: "He is a talented young man. I want to hear his opinion on Chinese music. If possible, we can cooperate."

Zhou Mulong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll arrange it."

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On the other side, the Modu International Circuit.

"Why do intersex people have bad butts?" Zhou Lingwei couldn't find the logic of this sentence.

"Uh, this..." Django touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "You better not know."

Chen Gan's eyes drifted into the distance, and he suppressed a smile.

Seeing this, Zhou Lingwei knew that it must be a shame, so she didn't ask.

Jiang Ge saw his car being driven into the field, so he said, "Would you like to experience it on the track?"

Zhou Lingwei's eyes lit up, she was eager to try, and said, "Okay."

The three of them went down from the stands and came to the track.

The appearance of Jiang Ge and Zhou Lingwei attracted a lot of attention.

The good looks of handsome men and beautiful women are one reason, but the main reason is that Jiang Ge has become very popular recently and has become a topical figure in the rich second generation circle. The appearance of a real person naturally attracts attention.

"Do you want to drive around by yourself?" Django and the staff brought the keys.

"Next time, there are too many cars here. In case of a collision, it will cost money. You can just drive me to experience it." Zhou Lingwei thinks that her driving skills are not enough to go to the track.

"Come on then." Django helped her open the car door, and returned to the driver's seat after she got into the car, "Fasten your seat belt."

Chen Gan leaned against the car window and asked, "Do you want to challenge the record?"

He was referring to the amateur records set by their owners at previous Supercarnivals, not the records set by professional drivers.

Before Django crossed over, that "Django" and Chen Gan often did this.

Django has never driven a track before, so he found an excuse and said, "I have been busy with company affairs for the past two years, so I haven't practiced much. Let's talk about it later."

Chen Gan just said casually that he hadn't practiced for a long time, and he was rusty, and he didn't drive fast just now.

Django closed the door, started it, and slowly drove onto the track.

It was the first time for Zhou Lingwei to experience drag racing, and she was a little excited.

At this time, there should be a song "Catch the Shrimp" or "Drift" to have the inner flavor.

Django shifted the gear to neutral, then stomped on the gas pedal and pumped the gas, making a deafening sound.

Under the signal of the staff, the car sped out like the wind.

Django himself is also very excited. Speed ​​and passion are men's exclusive romance, and high-performance sports cars are men's steel lovers.

The total length of the Modu International Circuit is 5451.24 meters, with 7 left-turn curves and 7 right-turn curves. Its average speed is 205 kilometers per hour, and the longest straight track is 1175 meters long, located between curves T13 and T14.

Jiang Ge naturally didn't dare to drive so fast, and he couldn't drive it, that's the speed of an F1 car.

However, when he reached the end, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the speed increased instantly.

When the speed reaches 260km/h, you can't hear the roar of the engine, and only the sound of raging wind and your own heartbeat echo in your ears.

This feeling is very special, very comfortable.

Zhou Lingwei's face was blushing, and she felt that her soul was about to come out of her body.

After the lap was over, she said with unsatisfactory thoughts: "Can I do another lap?"

Django didn't enjoy driving, so he greeted the staff and continued to gallop on the track.

"He's having a lot of fun here with his ass unresolved."

"Fuck, this shit, that foolish look before, turned out to be a fake."

"Others say that the heart is the heart that wants to be a prodigal."

"Do you believe it? Anyway, I don't believe it."

"However, I heard that Chen Gan made a lot of money together with him, and the McLaren P1 made it in just one year."

"It's true. My dad's company is going to discuss sponsorship with their company."

……

Several wealthy second generations from Hangzhou gathered together to chat.

not far away.

Qian Song, president of the Hangzhou Supercar Club, found Chen Gan and asked, "Is Jiang Ge here?"

Chen Gan pouted his lips towards the track and said, "I'm running a lap."

(End of this chapter)