...After Hawking finished speaking, Yan Yunzhuo, who was still somewhat confident, immediately became embarrassed.

It is rare to hear Hawking thank someone in such a long way.

After all, it was difficult for him to say even a few words.

Xu Xiangxiao said quietly: "So, it was JX who wrote the album "Wish You Were Here", and he was also the one who arranged this concert?"

She turned back and asked: "How did he get to know these people and write songs for them?"

Jiang Xinhai slowly shook his head.

No one answered, and no one could answer.

No matter how well-known these people here are, they are only limited to the entertainment industry.

JX's behavior is like eight king bombs hidden in a straight.

How can anyone play the cards of the entertainment industry and suddenly throw away Hawking?

This is simply a dimensionality reduction blow!

Moreover, there is no need to answer this question.

JX even blatantly wrote Chinese characters on the poster of "Wish You Were Here".

For a Chinese to write his name and Chinese characters on the title page so arrogantly, he must have made a contribution to this album on the level of Nuwa's creation of a human being.

And to be able to thank Hawking again and again and have a pleasant conversation with him...

It's even more unpleasant to think about.

Therefore, the people present only felt the thunder rolling down from the sky, and could not utter even a single word.

Jiang Xinhai, Xu Xiangxiao and others did not know what to say, while He Ling, Wang Feng and others felt that they were not qualified to comment.

Yingzi and others were completely upset.

Finally, Gao Xiaobai murmured: "It's so shocking..."

The audience who had previously mocked in the live broadcast room broke apart one by one after a long silence:

"So, when Chi Chi went abroad, did he pinch all these Pangu people?"

"Hahahaha, I can only say that he is so awesome. Letting him do domestic entertainment before was really humiliating."

"This JX is awesome. I thought he was too arrogant before because I was too young. This temple is still too small for a Bodhisattva like him."

"I just want to ask Yingzi, does it hurt from being hit on the face?"

…

The barrages in the live broadcast room can be seen by celebrities through real-time small screen feedback.

Seeing all the "slaps in the face", Yan Yunzhuo couldn't sit still.

Yan Yunzhuo forced a smile and said:

"This kind of music is very sticky, and there are many old fans, so we can understand their fanaticism."

"Niche?" Gao Xiaobai looked at her in disbelief.

Yan Yunzhuo said: "It is relatively niche. No matter where it is, pop music is more popular. But relatively speaking, if you make this kind of niche music, it will definitely have a better reputation. If you make it popular, the audience will be wider."

After she finished speaking, both Gao Xiaobai and Cui Dayou looked a little surprised.

"Pink Floyd is actually very popular," Qin Yunshang suddenly said, "When I was studying abroad, they still had quite a lot of fans..."

"More fans than pop music?" Yan Yunzhuo immediately asked.

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not..." Qin Yunshang didn't dare to argue with her and immediately backed down.

"That's alright," Yan Yunzhuo spread his hands and said, "Listeners shouldn't be too discriminatory. They just think so when they see Hawking on the platform. It's just that the niche music type he makes is more palatable."

Cui Dayou blinked and said, "Oh? Then what do you think of JX's 'niche music'?"

Faced with questions from a person of Cui Dayou's level, Yan Yunzhuo did not dare to answer.

Yingzi was afraid that she would say the wrong thing, so he took the lead and said:

"Whether this is good or not depends on personal preference. After all, aesthetics is a very personal thing. Some people like it and some don't. You can't just say it's awesome because Hawking likes it. After all, we are not Hawking."

Cui Dayou asked: "In your opinion, what is good music?"

"I can't say, everyone has their own preferences for radish and cabbage," Yingzi said. "Relatively speaking, it must be good if it sells well."

Cui Dayou said: "I am a musician, and I evaluate music based on its pioneering and musical nature. What you said is a bit sales-based."

"Why is it just about sales?" Yingzi said. "It's just that everyone has ears and can distinguish for themselves."

The barrage in the live broadcast room flashed across:

"This time I stand with Yingzi. What she said makes sense."

"Whether the music is good or not depends on how popular it is."

"Hey, who doesn't have a lot of big fans? Yingzi also has a lot of big fans, but he doesn't use them to put money on his face like JX."

…

Yan Yunzhuo said: "Chi Chi said the same thing when he was doing fashion before. It depends on the sales volume. Can't he say that he stopped looking at the sales volume after going abroad?"

She went on to say: "He said before that he would give the Chinese music scene ten years or something, and then go abroad, give up his popular business, and start doing niche rock music. He has his own excellence and courage.

But it doesn’t mean that the Chinese music scene will not thrive without him.”

Cui Dayou pondered: "Do you think the current Chinese music scene is developing well?"

"It's pretty good," Yingzi took over and said, "Nowadays, digital albums by new generation musicians like Li Xingliang, Xiao Zhan, Ding Zhen, etc. are all selling very well, and some annual sales can even easily exceed 300.

Wan, isn’t this good?”

Cui Dayou nodded, seemingly thoughtful.

Seeing him nodding in approval, Yingzi became more confident:

"I know that there must be many people saying that JX is great, but he proudly puts these here, deliberately displays them, and has celebrity effect, which will definitely have a shocking effect.

"However, in fact, whether an album is good or not, whether a song is good or not depends on popularity and album sales. Of course, making niche music can achieve high stickiness, because people will always prefer those niche songs.

They feel more personal.

"But it was so shocking to see him live here, and such a big celebrity came out, but no one in China knew about it. To be honest, if I hadn't seen this today, I wouldn't have known about this band.

"So, everyone should have some confidence in their own music. By the way, have any of you heard of Pink Floyd?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After she finished speaking, some comments in the live broadcast room were immediately convinced.

"That's right. This is the first time I've heard Pink Floyd today. I've never heard it before."

"I don't understand. I just played a song. I played the intro for a long time and stopped singing for a long time."

"No one around me knows about this band and has never listened to its songs. But no one has heard of Yingzi's songs. They don't understand what the slap in the face they just said is so embarrassing."

When Yingzi said this, Gao Xiaobai and Cui Dayou kept looking at her.

Gao Xiaobai was still hesitant to speak, and Cui Dayou looked at her with a somewhat sympathetic look, as if he were looking at a fool.

She finally felt a little guilty.

After Cui Dayou waited for her to finish speaking, he slowly said: "Pink Floyd is not popular in China. Is it possible that the music distribution channels are completely controlled by a few big companies, and they have not entered the domestic entertainment industry?"

At that time, it was difficult for China to get access to their music?”

Yingzi frowned.

It's not what Cui Dayou said that was wrong.

But what he said was so right.

No one knows this better than Yingzi, because most of the current music distribution channels are either controlled by others or by her boss behind the scenes.

In the past, Jiang Xinhai, Chi Chi, and Dao Lang used to spend their own money to produce a batch of albums and still dominate the music scene. That era is gone forever.

Nowadays, various approval and distribution systems are becoming more and more standardized, and it is impossible for a wild musician like that to become popular on his own.

Unless they are excellent to a certain level, become a hot topic, or participate in some drafts, they can stand out in front of the public.

All in all, it is already difficult for wild musicians to survive.

What she said just now is vague, as if Pink Floyd is not popular in China because of the quality of their own music, but in fact, there is indeed a problem of lack of channels.

The mainstream music channels are all controlled by those companies, and the more popular European and American music has not entered. How can they, an old-fashioned rock band, easily enter?

Yingzi thought for a while, then quickly thought of a rebuttal and said:

"Teacher Cui, what you said is a bit reversed. It's not that there is a lack of channels so it's not popular, it's that they have to become popular and the channels will slowly increase the volume.

"Domestic channels are all about making money. If there are other more profitable music, they will definitely give priority to music with greater potential. Otherwise, it would be very unfair, right?"

A long barrage floated across the live broadcast room:

"I support Teacher Yingzi's point of view. I am a practitioner in the industry. Pink's lack of popularity cannot be blamed on the lack of channels. They also conducted trial operations on some small sites for some time. Facts have proved that rock is indeed a niche and not suitable for mass promotion.

"

Cui Dayou nodded again and said: "So in short, Pink Floyd is not popular because its sales are not enough, right?"

Yingzi nodded: "There is such a reason."

Gao Xiaobai next to him was a little worried about Cui Dayou. When he saw Cui Dayou saying these words seriously, he felt worried for Yingzi.

In fact, Cui Dayou is quite interesting. He looks serious, but he actually knows how to fish.

As a result, Yingzi suddenly didn't realize that she was being taken for a fish, and thought that Cui Dayou had been persuaded by her.

When she finally said "Pink Floyd's sales are not good" over and over again, Gao Xiaobai finally couldn't help it and shouted:
To be continued...