After the ancestor of metaphysics dressed as a fake pregnant cannon fodder

The live interview has come to an end, and Yan Wenguang can't help feeling complacent when he sees Sheng Jun picked up on the barrage, and the fans keep scolding him.

See, his vague words can make Sheng Jun scolded by the whole network, dare to fight him, he thinks highly of himself.

The agent sitting on the side was very calm. Anyway, Yan Wenguang didn't clearly say who it was. It was the fans who picked up people and scolded them, and it had nothing to do with him.This wave attracted many passers-by, making a steady profit.

The host is also very satisfied with the effect of this live broadcast. The number of people in the live broadcast room has been increasing, and the data is very good.When it was about to end, she wanted to make this interview a hot topic again, so she asked Yan Wenguang if he would ask that senior for advice in the future.

Yan Wenguang's agent looked at him with a smile. Although Yan Wenguang was not very good in private, his external remarks were systematically trained.At this time, I just need to express my respect for the seniors, and tactfully express that the two people's styles may not be compatible, and they will work together again when they have the opportunity.

Simply perfect.

Then, Yan Wenguang spoke, still with a humble and sunny smile on his face.

"That old fellow Sheng Jun, what the hell should I ask him for advice."

"It's his honor that I fell in love with those few songs of his. He didn't even sell them after I spent money. If I don't die, he counts me as the loser. Anyway, the songs must be mine."

"Fill in my name on the arrangement and lyrics, and when the album is released, I will personally deliver it to his home hahaha, he will be pissed off!"

The bullet screen was blank for a moment, and then exploded instantly.

"What the hell is this, isn't the senior bullying the junior?"

"Passers-by, just clicked in, with a confused face. I had a good impression of Yan Wenguang, but I didn't expect it to be so disgusting, my God."

"So, the so-called original is to buy other people's songs, awesome!"

"Understood, this is the song of my favorite, Sheng Jun. If people don't sell it, I bring fans to scold me to death."

"Emmm is stupid and bad, brainless, with such a dirty mind, it can be blocked."

"I am a fan of Chung Chung. I have listened to his songs for ten years. He has always kept a low profile, and the quality of his songs is also high. He just doesn't like hype, so he is not popular. It is really chilling to see those people scolding him crazily today. A quiet It’s fine if no one knows the musician who created it, and he will be bullied by such a fan with his fans!”

"Sheng Jun, Yan Wenguang's fans are all elementary school students, but they don't even know him."

"I just found out that my Jun was scolded on the trending search, and I wondered why he was scolded because he stayed behind closed doors every day. I haven't seen his news for a year. I clicked in to find out, oh, he is a no-brainer."

Yan Wenguang's manager's expression cracked, for a moment he didn't know if he was dreaming.Is Yan Wenguang going to die? He actually said such things in the live broadcast!

It's over, it's over!

While the manager was still in shock, Yan Wenguang's mouth didn't stop.

"Sheng Jun had better get scolded and quit the entertainment circle, then those few songs will be mine, and Fang Qingshan that old man, if he didn't refuse to write lyrics for me, my album would have come out a long time ago!"

The manager finally came to his senses and rushed forward to cover the camera.

The host was also confused, he wanted to make some news, but he didn't expect to make such a big news!

Before the host opened the building, the manager dragged Yan Wenguang all the way back to the waiting room.

Yan Wenguang also came to his senses at this time, he remembered clearly what he said just now, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yan Wenguang, are you looking for death!" His manager, who was always polite, could not wait to yell at him mercilessly.After Yan Wenguang said these few words, he would not even want to keep a single endorsement on his body.

And those endorsements he was carrying, he couldn't even afford the liquidated damages!

Yan Wenguang squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, trembling: "I, I don't know, I didn't expect to say that, I really, like bewitched."

The agent said with a cold face: "It's too late to say anything now, you wait to pay the liquidated damages."

There are millions of people in the live broadcast room, and if they heard him say those words with their own ears, how can they do public relations.

"No, no, no, I still have fans, Brother Zhang, you know, I always speak with discretion," Yan Wenguang thought of the experience of being choked in the stairwell, and hurriedly said, "Brother Zhang , I am really bewitched, Sheng Jun must have done it, he raised a kid!"

It's not uncommon for there to be such evil legends in the entertainment industry, and even if Yan Wenguang is crazy, he wouldn't say that kind of thing.The agent pondered for a while, and said, "I'll think of a way to save as much as I can."

If it was really Jun Sheng who played tricks behind his back, then the company would have to sacrifice Sheng Jun completely to restore Yan Wenguang's reputation.

Things escalated quickly, and the video of Yan Wenguang swearing was quickly spread all over the Internet. Although Jushang hired a large number of sailors, he still couldn't control the situation. This time, he committed public outrage.

Even though some fans heard Yan Wenguang swearing with their own ears, they still insisted that Jun Sheng bullied him, that's why he said that in the live broadcast.

"What a humble person he is usually. If he hadn't been so wronged, he would never have said such a thing!"

"Wen Guang is following the route of an actor, he doesn't care about the album at all, I think he is talking ironically, it is Sung Chun who wants to take his song away!"

For this kind of person, passers-by would scold him directly.

"Is your brain filled with feces? How dare you come out and jump around before you finish your homework?"

"Even Mr. Fang dares to scold him. He is not worthy to shine Mr. Fang's shoes!"

On the contrary, Sheng Jun, who was hit by a sudden big pot from the sky, became the love object of millions of netizens.People who were not familiar with him before wanted to go to the music platform to help him suppress the bad reviews. After turning on the player, they suddenly felt that they had found a treasure.

"My mother, why haven't I heard such a good song before?"

"Oh, I have to thank that brainless one, otherwise I wouldn't have discovered that there is such a treasured singer."

"I used to think that rock music was noisy and harsh, but I didn't expect that I would be filled with emotion after listening to these songs. Really, he sang the aspirations of our generation."

The playback volume of several of Sheng Jun's songs directly rose to the top of the charts on all major platforms. Rock music, which had been silent for several years, suddenly became popular.

And Sheng Jun, who has always disliked surfing the Internet, didn't know that he was suddenly turned out at this time. After he left Jushang, he wanted to go home directly, but thinking of Qi Yuqiu's words, he hesitated, and drove the car towards the north. heading in the direction.

Changing the route, looking at different scenery, can also have a different mood.

It was time to go to work, and there was no traffic jam on the road. He drove smoothly all the way, turned north when he saw a fork in the road, passed by the high-rise business district, the crowded old city, and saw all kinds of people, without any fluctuations in his heart.

He stopped the car when he saw a bar.The name of the bar is Ten Years, and a large cross hangs on the mottled wall, as if telling something to passers-by.

Sheng Jun walked in and found that it turned out to be a rock-themed bar, and various rock elements could be seen everywhere.

He walked down the road and saw a wall behind the bar in the deepest part. The wall was filled with albums and posters, all of which were his.

The guy sitting behind the bar saw him and greeted him, "What would you like to drink, handsome guy?"

Sheng Jun walked over and ordered a glass of soda water.

"Does the handsome guy like rock and roll?" The little brother asked with his head tilted while lying on the stage very familiarly.

Sheng Jun didn't take off his glasses, but nodded when he heard the younger brother's words, and was a little surprised at the same time: "You like it too?"

"That's right!" The little brother was very lively, took a sip of a glass of wine, "This bar has a rock theme, most of the people staying here are rock lovers, look at the wall behind me, it's all our boss There are hundreds of records of idol Sheng Jun."

"Our boss is a big fan of Chung Sung, this bar is opened for him hahaha."

Looking at the familiar posters and records on the wall, and even his autographed photos, Sheng Jun's heart seemed to warm up again, and he asked, "Are there many young people in the bar?"

"Of course!" The little brother curled his lips, as if he was hurt by Sheng Jun's words, "Uncle, why can't many of us young people like rock and roll? There is a rock band in our school, and it's not your uncle's monopoly to like rock and roll .”

Sheng Jun smiled and said: "Yeah, liking rock and roll is not our monopoly."

He stayed in the bar for a long time, perhaps because it was too dim, no one recognized him.In the evening, the bar started to be lively, someone came to the stage to sing, and the younger brother urged Sheng Jun after finishing his work: "Uncle, you can also go up and sing a song, it's free~"

Sheng Jun looked at the soda water in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay."

He walked onto the stage, and someone saw him on the stage alone and asked him which song he wanted to sing so that he could accompany him.Sheng Jun shook his head with a smile and asked for an electric guitar.

The lights hit the stage, and Jun Sheng sang his new song across the strings of the guitar with his fingers.

This song is one of the few songs that Yan Wenguang has taken a fancy to. It is his mood that has been silent for two years but never gives up. With his voice resounding through the bar, the people in the audience were stunned. Cheers to the rhythm.

No one has heard this song, but they are still infected by the emotion in the song at the first moment of hearing it.

Sheng Jun looked at the audience cheering for him, and the depression in his chest was swept away. He laughed, as if he had returned to the time when he performed on stage for the first time.

As soon as he gave up, Sheng Jun walked off the stage. The audience applauded and whistled to him. Some people looked at him with tears in their eyes, but no one stepped forward to disturb him. He still sat back at the bar and continued to drink his glass of water.

The bartender behind the bar was replaced by a man in his thirties and 40s. He was wearing a white shirt and a gray vest, and his hair was messy on his forehead. When Sheng Jun finished drinking, he naturally changed him for a glass.

Although the two didn't know each other, they just sat and listened to the music, chatting occasionally, like old friends for many years.

It was late at night, and Sheng Jun got up to leave, when the man suddenly took out an electric guitar from under the bar and handed it to him.

Sheng Jun took it over and took a closer look, and recognized that this guitar was once used by his idol Spouton, and there was Spouton's signature on the guitar.

"When is the concert?" the man asked him.

Sheng Jun looked at him and said, "Just this year, soon."

"Okay, then give me your guitar in exchange." The man smiled.

Many people in the bar watched Jun Sheng go out, and one of them was a bearded man with a hat, speaking broken Chinese, he laughed and said to the friend next to him: "Did you see, he has my guitar."

"I think his songs are better than yours." His friend shrugged. "You should invite him to your concert."

"good idea."