NABC Chapter 50 The Storm Is Brewing
Chapter 50 The Storm Is Brewing
After posting the comment, Chen Fan re-entered the recording studio.
Little did he know that the comment section would explode because of those two provocative words:
"Hahahaha! That's the essence!"
Translation: Hehe, you guys keep acting.
"I'm still so angry! It was just a normal response, but it was maliciously edited! I support President Ge in pursuing legal action against this person!"
Yun Duo, staying in the hotel, was thrilled to see the miraculous turnaround in public opinion. She patted Du She on the back excitedly, exclaiming, "Brilliant! No wonder it's Chen Fan!"
Dushe winced in pain, but for the first time, he didn't argue.
Public opinion shifted subtly because of just one blog post by Ge Mingyue.
More and more people are going to watch the original video, listen to Chen Fan's original words, and understand the ins and outs of the matter.
"So it was Louis who first said that Chinese singers only do cover songs..."
"Suzuki said Chen Fan used auto-tuning? Wasn't he eliminated by Chen Fan? If he can't accept defeat, he can't accept defeat, but his behavior is just too disgusting!"
"+1! Louis even gave Chen Fan a thumbs-down backstage at the show, how disgusting!"
In the super topic, fans made a long image from Ge Mingyue's Weibo post, along with a screenshot of Chen Fan's "hehe" comment, and spread it across various platforms.
Everyone was incredibly proud and elated.
"We don't argue, we reason with each other."
"Chen Fan doesn't need us to 'wash' him; he's already clean."
"I support Chen Fan because he deserves it."
Wang Junhai looked at the data backend with a grim expression.
He spent hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy a marketing account and published hundreds of smear articles, but was defeated by a long article and two words.
"Teacher Wang," Xu Man called at that moment, "the situation is not good."
"Netizens have started digging up Louis's previous interviews."
Without hearing Wang Junhai's rebuttal, Xu Mancai continued, "Louis has said several times before that 'Chinese singers only know how to do covers,' but no one paid attention before, and now it's all being brought up."
Wang Junhai gritted his teeth: "What about the trending topics?"
"He's still in the top ten, but the tide has turned. The top comments are all in support of Chen Fan."
"What about removing it from the trending topics list?"
"We can't take it down. We didn't buy it; it was netizens who spontaneously boosted it. If we try to take it down now, we'll just get even more flamed..."
Wang Junhai hung up the phone, walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.
Years later, he felt frustrated again, and this time it was against a young man!
Previously, he had already used every means at his disposal against Chen Fan:
He was accused of lip-syncing, auto-tuning his voice, having a monotonous style, and discriminating against foreign contestants...
But Chen Fan "defused" every single move.
He didn't rely on apologies, public relations, or anything else; he was all alone.
He suddenly remembered that he had been just as carefree when he was young.
and after?
Later, reality wore him down, and he became the kind of person he used to hate the most.
He stubbed out his cigarette, walked back to his desk, and opened a folder.
It contained an email from Anderson.
Regarding the plan for "overseas music festival".
"Chen Fan," he said in a low voice, "I'll show you that in this industry, talent alone won't get you far."
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Chen Fan stayed in the recording studio until 3 a.m.
He sang "Left Finger Pointing to the Moon" over and over again.
The revised accompaniment retains the original excellent melody while incorporating more elements of traditional Chinese musical instruments.
Chen Fan simply wanted to make the song "heavier".
It's so powerful that it leaves those who question the ability to create original works in Chinese speechless.
It was past midnight, and it was already the day of the competition.
Ge Mingyue sent a message: "Want to chat?"
Chen Fan replied, "I'm still practicing singing."
Four words made Ge Mingyue laugh.
Her worries were unnecessary.
"Are you ready?"
"Um."
Chen Fan said, "I won't let my agent be said to have poor taste."
As soon as Chen Fan said this, he immediately received a nod of approval from Ge Mingyue.
"Don't overthink it, just focus on the game."
"good!"
After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan switched his phone to Do Not Disturb mode and put his headphones back on.
He doesn't have much time left to refine the details.
The studio lights were bright, illuminating his profile.
A clear silhouette was reflected in the window.
Seeing the figure from downstairs, Ge Mingyue got into her car and drove away, satisfied.
Some people are destined to shine in a certain field, and she is now certain that Chen Fan is one of them.
Chen Fan was focused on the game without any distractions, while Louis was not so steady.
When his agent called, his face turned green.
"Louis, those interviews you did before have been dug up, and now public opinion is against you."
"You issue a statement saying that your previous words were misinterpreted by the media."
Louis was silent for a moment, then refused, "I won't send it."
Why?
"I'm telling the truth."
Louis stated firmly, "There are very few original singers in the Chinese music scene to begin with."
The agent panicked: "Whether it's the truth or not, you're developing your career in China now, and offending the Chinese audience won't do you any good!"
"I don't rely solely on the Chinese market."
"...You're ruining your own future."
Louis didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
He opened Weibo, scrolled to Chen Fan's repost with the word "hehe", and looked at it for a long time.
Then I logged out of Weibo and threw my phone on the bed.
He recalled the day of the CCTV Young Singers Competition finals, when Chen Fan sang "Wanjiang".
The moment the opera singing began, he froze backstage.
He couldn't actually tell what kind of singing style Chen Fan used, but that didn't stop him from understanding that he could never sing it like that even if he practiced his whole life.
It's something ingrained in your bones, not a skill, but something passed down through generations. There's a Chinese saying about it: "bloodline awakening."
He was unconvinced.
But he had to admit that he had lost.
"Chen Fan, I'll definitely beat you next time!"
Louis picked up his phone and called his uncle, who was in the United States.
"I want to analyze a person, Chen Fan, a new generation singer in China."
First came the melodious sound of a saxophone from the other side, followed by the drunken voice of a middle-aged man.
"Louis, aren't you being overly cautious? Chinese singers aren't worth all this effort researching!"
"They're all busy learning our blues and rock!"
Louis lowered his eyes, but his words carried an undeniable forcefulness.
"Just investigate! This person must have connections!"
"Very well! Our little prince has given his order; this old minister will certainly serve you with utmost loyalty!"
"But... Louis, one success or failure doesn't mean anything. Promise me you won't take it too seriously, okay?"
"I see!"
After the uncle and nephew hung up the phone, Louis called his professor again.
After discussing that feeling in detail, his professor sighed deeply and said, "Louis, I've never really agreed with your decision to develop your career in China."
"You are my most talented student. Music should have no borders. The best way now is for you to ask this singer named Chen Fan."
"But I believe you won't go, child. Remember my words, if you can't stand it, come back."
The old man hung up the phone after speaking, which only made Louis more puzzled.
His teacher actually thought he was wrong!
It's ridiculous!