He Dongfang grabbed Hao Qingyun, who understood and leaned forward to the old man's ear: "Old Ge, this play is full of tension, deep emotions, and there is no remark on the song. I think it can be on the big screen."

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows, "You are..."

"I, Qingyun, you're so impressed and forgot about me." Hao Qingyun quickly sent a business card, "I'm rolling culture now."

The old man took over the business card: "Scrolling... isn't it scrolling music? It's called culture?"

"Hey... life in the music industry is not easy... We are preparing to transform into film and television. Isn't this just for me to see such an excellent opera? Music movies are a direction, and this drama is really good. No matter whether we can shoot it well or not, we want to work hard."

"This movie is definitely good! It's better than those on the market." The old man rushed around, "And the music here is called music! The overall structure, the transformation of melody, the artistic conception of the words, and the depth of emotions are called music!"

“Yes, yes!”

"Old Ge is right, the music now..."

After everyone flattered, they fell into resentment again.

"To be honest, Mr. Ge is not just rolling, we can't continue to do it."

"The level is getting lower and lower, we can't keep up, Mr. Ge."

"It's not a level problem, it's a dimensionality reduction! What's the original three-dimensional music now? "The Mouse Loves Rice" and "The Korean Wave Comes" have you heard of Mr. Ge?"

"Hmph..." The old man waved his hand, "The new song list now is becoming increasingly unstoppable. There is no attitude or skill. There is only endless pleasing to those who don't understand music. It is becoming more and more shallow and more floating. It is not a problem of the melody, it is simply disgusting and vulgar. Many people in "You, the same deskmate" applauded, and I listened to it - what, the etude level of any student in the Conservatory of Music, such as erasers, diaries, rhymes for the sake of rhyming, without content."

"The melody was also a copy of the foreign folk song Mr. Ge. Someone found it out, but Xing Factory blocked the news."

"I don't know what name or which country is from?"

"It seems to be Italy? I forgot the specific name..."

"Who remembers?" asked Mr. Ge.

Everyone looked like I knew it, but I just couldn't remember it, so I had to change the topic.

"The same is true for "Sweet Honey". Lao Qiu said that the melody looks like the style in South Asia."

"There is also "Korean Wave" has no melody at all, just use the rhythm of black people scolding."

"Shameless!"

"What annoying thing is that boys, why are you going to win the championship? What are you singing!"

"The world is getting worse..."

"Okay, okay." The old man looked around and said, "No need to say anything more. Since the birth of the Golden Melody Award, I have been the chairman of the judges. Every year, it's like this. I know why you are here."

Everyone smiled embarrassedly. Is the old man quite sober?

But He Dongfang did not. He still spoke righteously and his voice was upright: "Old Ge, this year, it's really not a question of who won the award. We didn't think about the award at all."

"What's the problem?" the old man turned around and asked with a temptation.

"It's the survival of our Chinese music!" He Dongfang angrily patted Hao Qingyun's thigh, "Look at Star Factory, for the sake of the market, how far they have done, just to please those who don't understand music, "Korean Wave" has been created. Look at Wade, what are they doing when controlling the best resources in the industry? Imitate or imitate! Imitate whatever is popular. When "You, the Deskmate" becomes popular, he creates a folk song without any illness; when the Divine Song becomes popular, he makes the whole company make the Divine Song; when the idol becomes popular, he uses all resources to promote boys."

The more He Dongfang spoke, the more moved he became, the more righteous he became: "Lu Wei and the two, one ignited the fire and the other fanned the air. Just like what Lao Qiu said, they completely ignored the basic qualities of music and were profit-oriented! Good, they made money, and the good music was buried. We admit that we left. But when we left, what is left? What will the next Chinese concert become? Let me say it is a bit ugly..."

He Dongfang pointed to the stage and saliva flew: "Without our last group of talented people, one year, two years, five years later, young audiences still have the chance to see "Wartime Youth"?"

He Dongfang's last words were almost said with tears in his eyes.

"Well said!"

"Mr. He said everything in our hearts!"

"We can go, what should we do if our country's music career? Will they make the final say?"

He Dongfang pinched Hao Qingyun's thigh and gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes: "We recognize it if we can't make money, but we are famous. If we give it to Xing Factory and Qianjin Entertainment, Mr. Ge, we will be heartbroken!"

"No need to say more!" The old man waved his arm and felt very angry. "Those two little thieves in the fly camp, I didn't plan to let them win any prizes at the beginning. Wouldn't it be a big joke to let them take it? Isn't it a big joke? I laugh at my great China, no one has any ears?"

"Good words, Mr. Ge!"

"It's good that ordinary people like to listen to that kind of music, but they still want to gain both fame and fortune? Do you really think our committee has no taste?"

"The market belongs to the market, art belongs to art!"

"Old Ge!" He Dongfang said with a look, "The whole industry is here, half of them are your disciples. Just say, what should we do? For Chinese music, you give us the order, we share the same hatred for the enemy."

"You guys!" The old man pointed at them with a grudge, "If you have this spirit, it is better to make two truly excellent works and use less tricks."

"What you said is, but Lu Wei's methods are too bullying." Hao Qingyun's thighs were really painful, and they were almost crying. "Malicious smear, revealing, poaching, disrupting business order, and forming gangs to send bribery committee members are simply doing whatever they want! If we practice the gentleman's way, wouldn't it make him even more clamor?"

"Hmph, now the world is getting worse, there are too many people like this." The old man shook his head with regret, "Okay, you can do it. As long as the purpose is correct and don't overdo it, I won't care."

“How could we do that.”

"You are too worried about Mr. Ge."

"That's the end." The old man stood up quickly, "If you really have good intentions, just pull up a handful of real music and let "Wartime Youth" continue to be performed, like Broadway, so that children can see that, in addition to dregs like "Rat Love Rice", we have truly great works."

Everyone wanted to say something, but the old man waved his hand.
Chapter completed!