In entertainment, I cried a million stars

This is because Luo Xiaocong's song became popular, and he was reluctant to take it off the shelves, because he didn't make enough money.

How could Chu Hao endure being bullied to the top of his head?

Under the official life of Penguin Music, he said: "I thought Luo Xiaocong was shameless enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more shameless."

"Maintain plagiarism, right?"

"Wear a pair of pants, tsk tsk~ I'm not afraid of getting sick."

"Garbage Penguin Music, sooner or later it will go out of business."

A few hours later, Penguin Music's official account lost hundreds of thousands of fans.

Because Penguin Music defended the plagiarism this time, it was really ugly, and it was resisted by many people.

But judging from the official meaning of Penguin Music, there is no intention to compromise, this is to desperately defend plagiarism.

The heat of this matter has not dissipated, and the Dongxi Music Billboard Ceremony has officially begun.

The worker's gymnasium in the imperial capital has already been reserved.

Chu Hao and Luo Xiaocong completed the task and collected the limited edition Harley motorcycle fragments.

I am walking according to the map directions in my mind.

It was outside a mall.

Dog Day's system, why put Harley in such an obvious place?

Arriving nearby, Chu Hao found that the Harley motorcycle had been surrounded by a group of passers-by, and made a sound of exclamation.

"Give it up, let it go."

Chu Hao pushed them away and walked towards the Harley motorcycle.

It's really a limited edition, with an extremely cool shape, and if it is sold, it will cost at least 100 million or more.

Just as Chu Hao was about to reach out and feel the touch, a girl in boots reminded, "Don't touch it! The owner of this Harley is coming soon."

Boots Girls are kind.

After all, if someone wants to blackmail you for such an expensive Harley, you won’t be able to get it for tens of thousands of dollars.

Chu Hao glanced at the girl in boots, smiled and said, "It's okay, this Harley is mine."

"what?"

Several passers-by present were all stunned.

Judging from Chu Hao's appearance, he doesn't look like a person riding a limited edition Harley.

"Dude, are you kidding me?" A young man with long hair asked.

joke?

Chu Hao was not in that mood.

He took out the car key and pressed it lightly.

Drip!

The headlights of the Harley motorcycle began to flicker like elves in the night sky.

Chu Hao rode on it, feeling extremely comfortable, as if sitting on a cloud.

It is said that a good motorcycle is more comfortable than a sports car, and it is true.

With a kick of the gas pedal, Chu Hao walked away under everyone's shocked and envious eyes.

After arriving at the Workers Stadium.

The seats inside are already arranged.

The first row are all top singers.

The second row and the third row are also some representative singers who have worked hard in the music world for many years.

Chu Hao's seat was arranged in the fifth row. As a rookie singer, this seat was already very good.

Not long after he sat down, Chu Hao found a somewhat familiar face, the girl with boots he met outside the mall just now.

She looks like a girl next door, and she has a gentle smile, which is very attractive.

When she found Chu Hao, she waved her hand and said hello, "It's you, what a coincidence."

"What a coincidence."

The girl was sitting next to Chu Hao, with a name on the back of the chair, Simple.

The name Chu Hao was familiar to him. Like him, he was nominated for the best newcomer tonight.

The two got acquainted with each other.

Only then did Chu Hao know that this girl was the new season champion of "The Voice of Hua Guo".

"The Voice of Hua Guo" used to be very popular, but now it's on the decline. Chu Hao hasn't watched it for a long time, so he doesn't know much about her.

After hearing Chu Hao's self-introduction, Chun Er was taken aback, and said in surprise, "So you are Chu Hao. I have heard your "Thousands of Baidu" and "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow". I am your fan."

"You are so good at writing songs, can you teach me in the future?"

"sure."

Chu Hao had nothing to be stingy about, and he and Chun Er exchanged WeChat IDs.

We are chatting.

Chu Hao noticed a young man in his 20s who looked a bit unbeatable approaching.

Sitting next to Chu Hao.

Chu Hao glanced at the name on the back of the chair, Luo Xiaocong?

No wonder when Chu Hao stared at him, his hand always felt itchy, and he wanted to beat him for no reason.

"Hello, music tailor." Chu Hao stretched out a hand with a silly expression.

Luo Xiaocong's expression changed, "Who are you? You're rude!"