My old bacon is back

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Just as the bosses were talking about it.

The lights on the stage dimmed.

A beam of chasing light fell down.

Jiang Qianye appeared on the stage.

"It really is Jiang Qianye! The rumors from the outside world are indeed true!"

"Then now, Yuan Cheng's five consecutive championships may be ruined!"

"Jiang Qianye isn't even a first-line singer, is this what Qi Yuan sent to gain popularity?"

"This younger sister is quite pretty, but I don't know how is the work tonight?"

Backstage.

Tianhao Gu Qingcheng, she is wearing an ancient costume today.

What she is going to sing today is Hua Guofeng!

Although after Qi Yuan sang "Blue and White Porcelain", it is not a very flattering thing to sing another Hua Guofeng in a short time.

But this song is actually a work that Tianhao has prepared for Gu Qingcheng for a long time.

And in the past month, even with Tianhao's resources behind him, Gu Qingcheng couldn't find a suitable song to replace the song he wanted to sing this time.

Seeing Jiang Qianye appearing at this moment, Gu Qingcheng was still relieved.

During the rehearsal yesterday, I heard that Qi Yuan will not be appearing in the sixth round.

At this moment, I saw Jiang Qianye really standing on the stage.

The pressure in Gu Qingcheng's heart suddenly eased a lot.

Fortunately, it wasn't Qi Yuan who played in person.

If Qi Yuan came on stage in person and sang the same Hua Guofeng, then the audience would inevitably have to compare it with "Blue and White Porcelain".

Although the song Hua Guofeng in my hand is very good.

But Gu Qingcheng asked himself, this song can't surpass "Blue and White Porcelain".

"Blue and White Porcelain" has been released for a month, and this song has already been praised as the pinnacle of Hua Guofeng.

"Jiang Qianye's words, then it's still a great chance for me to get a second chance this time." Gu Qingcheng was thoughtful.

No.1, she has automatically ignored it.

In her heart, tonight's No.1 must belong to Qin Qing.

This song king has the blessing of the ceiling.

The number of votes tonight will be very scary.

Qin Qing just returned to the backstage.

Liu Chengye was sitting on the sofa, drinking a drink slowly, waiting for him.

"Is my singing okay, Brother Liu?" Although the song was finished, Qin Qing still seemed very excited.

Tonight's song, he played very, very well, without the slightest flaw.

Liu Chengye gave Qin Qing a thumbs up and said, "It's amazing, your voice is well maintained, much better than my current voice."

After finishing speaking, the eyes of both of them fell on the screen.

The subtitles came out.

"Jiangnan".

Lyricist: Qi Yuan.

Singing: Jiang Qianye.

"What does Jiangnan mean?" Liu Chengye asked.

The surrounding staff shook their heads.

In the barrage, many viewers immediately reacted.

"Jiangnan!!! Some people have guessed before that Qi Yuan likes the image of Jiangnan very much. Unexpectedly, he actually wrote a song directly for Jiangnan!!"

"Chiba Chiba!! It's so beautiful!"

"Boss Qi's songs are all high-quality goods! Qianye is for mom!! After tonight, rush to the front line!!"

"And I provoked you by passing by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River!! Is it another golden song comparable to "Blue and White Porcelain"?"

"Why didn't Qi Yuan come out and sing by himself? I still like him to sing by himself! His songs, sung by others, are always not the same taste, and they are still a little bit less interesting!"

Qi Yuan's popularity is not far behind.

Just the signature of a songwriter is enough to make everyone's blood boil!

Yuan Cheng Company.

Many employees have not left work tonight.

On the company's big screen, it was Jiang Qianye standing on the stage.

"Hurry up and take a photo!! The boss's name comes out!"

"The leaves are so beautiful tonight!"

"Jiangnan! Just seeing this name makes me feel like a picture of mountains and rivers rushing to my face!"

"I heard the arrangement of "Jiangnan" in the recording studio before, it's amazing!!"

in the screen.

Jiang Qianye raised the microphone, and the prelude was over.

"The wind is sticky here, sticking to the thoughts of passing passengers."