"Well..." JX's shoulders in the picture shrugged slightly and his tone was relaxed, "What do you think?"

The reporter opposite looked very motivated. He said with a smile: "Oh? I'm asking the question now."

"You can't ask me to answer a question that I don't know," JX said. "Why do I have to do it? Because I can."

"Because you can."

The reporter repeated his words and was once again surprised by his arrogance.

But I have to admit that this George Mallory-style statement is indeed very handsome.

"You mean writing music for nearly twenty bands?"

"No, I mean, I can dominate the charts with over twenty bands."

The reporter opened his mouth wide: "Are you really planning to dominate the American music scene?"

"No, this is what you want to hear." JX said, "Tell me what you like to hear first. Later, you can use this sentence as a headline and put it on the cover of the news newspaper, so that it will be easier for people to click in."

The reporter laughed.

"Of course, I think the more likely reaction is that after everyone reads this headline, they say: Wow, look, this kind of headline can also be used as a news headline? Isn't this a retelling of a fact that everyone already knows?

"

The reporter laughed even louder, and even the camera seemed a little unable to hold on.

In the private collection hall, everyone’s expressions were also quite wonderful.

Chen Ya's words are really a bit too crazy.

Gao Xiaobai was sweating from behind, and said: "He always speaks in such a foul tone. Is he really not afraid of being sanctioned? I'm so afraid that the reporter opposite him will just walk away."

Yingzi sneered and said: "If he were my apprentice, the first lesson I would teach him is humility."

Jiang Xinhai glanced at Yingzi.

She wanted to say that foreigners admire strength. If you have strength, you don't need to be humble to show off your talents. Humility without strength is almost weak.

However, the voice in the video sounded again, and she held back her words.

The reporter in the video finally stopped laughing and continued:

"Seriously, JX, everyone is very curious about you."

"Curious about something about me? Like what?"

"For example, where are you from, where are you going, what are your future plans, and why do you never show your face..."

"I can't remember too many questions. You have to know that I only sleep 4 hours a day these days."

"Oh!" The reporter had a pleading look on his face, "Please, JX, I have high hopes for this interview. Although I am very happy to keep chatting with you, if I just go back with nothing, I may be fired.

Yuyu’s.”

"uh-huh?"

"Tell me about your past," the reporter clasped his hands, "tell me how you formed so many bands?"

JX adjusted his sitting posture.

Everyone could feel that he seemed to be getting serious.

Not only the reporter's face showed an expectant expression, but also the faces of everyone in the private collection.

Especially Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao.

Both of them wanted to know what Chen Ya had been doing in the past few years abroad.

But Yingzi's focus was entirely on other aspects.

She was very convinced that the so-called JX definitely did not complete all the music by one person.

As long as the more he talks, the more flaws will appear.

Sooner or later she will find out what JX's handle is.

Cui Dayou squinted his eyes and tried to see the screen clearly.

His thinking is purely related to music.

After a long pause, JX slowly said: "As everyone knows, I am Chinese."

"Yes." The reporter looked at him eagerly.

"After I left China, I wanted to take a trip around the world to see the world."

"So you came to Europe?"

"No," JX said, "I went to Japan first."

"Huh?" The reporter was a little surprised.

"I wrote an album for a band called Xjapan in Japan, but I didn't stay long," JX said. "Then I crossed the ocean and went to Cuba."

"Cuba?!" The reporter felt that what he said was getting more and more outrageous.

"I met a lot of celebrities I wanted to meet in Cuba, all of whom are hated by a certain unit in the United States. I won't go into details here. Then I went from Cuba to Jamaica," he said. "There are many Chinese people there.

I found a store to stay in and sang in the hotel at night."

"Wow." The reporter didn't know what to say.

"There, I taught some people how to sing, and I formed a band with the local people to sing a kind of music called 'reggae'." JX said.

The reporter said: "I seem to have heard the word reggae. JX, tell me about your life in Jamaica."

"Jamaicans love music," JX said in a daily tone. "Jamaica is a very poor and weak small country. People are very tired from living, so they need to go to the beach to dance every day."

Reporters laughed at the optimism of Jamaicans.

"The job of Jamaicans is to grow coffee and ganja and sell them to you Americans to satisfy the spiritual world of people in developed countries. After making money, they go to bars or beaches to sing and dance together around the dance floor or fire."

The American reporter's smile froze on his face.

"People in their country like the reggae music we created very much," JX said. "The influence quickly expanded to the point where everyone is aware of it. We have even been invited to concerts in Brazil and other South American countries."

The reporter spread his hands: "Is this true? I have never heard of it at all."

"Maybe it's because your social media never pays attention to what's happening in the third world." JX said.

The reporter was said to be a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Yan Yunzhuo finally couldn't help it anymore and said, "Why does he always quarrel with others?"

He Ling coughed lightly and said, "But what he said makes sense."

"He is so mean." Yan Yunzhuo said, "I wonder, isn't it normal for an African country like Jamaica?"

"Uh, Jamaica is a Caribbean country..." He Ling reminded in a low voice.

When Yan Yunzhuo was about to ask, "Isn't the Caribbean Africa Africa?" Yingzi kicked her and she quickly shut up.

Although Yingzi didn't understand it either, she knew that the more she talked, the more she revealed her intelligence.

In the video, Chen Ya’s voice came slowly:

"... Later, when Jamaica broke away from British colonial rule and became an independent country's 'Celebration Day', their country's new president invited our band to sing reggae."

"What?" the reporter shouted loudly.

Everyone in the private collection hall also opened their eyes slightly.

National independence? New president?

What did you miss just now? Why are the cards so big all of a sudden?

"...So in their country's new capital, there is a street named after the lead singer of that band," JX continued. "I have no reputation and only own a village called JX."

"What??" the reporter shouted louder.

The video continued to play, and JX was still talking slowly:

"Because of this incident, I met a British record producer, and I went to the UK with him. He had an incompetent nephew named Keith Moon, who always liked to blow up toilets..."

"Wait, blow up the toilet?" the reporter asked.

He gradually felt that there were so many bad things that he couldn't finish them.

"To be precise, it's a toilet bomb," JX said. "His love for the combination of explosives and toilets is beyond the scope of human understanding, so I thought he was a talent and planned to create a band based on him."

"Wow, wow," the reporter rubbed his nose. He didn't know what the connection was between bombing toilets and music, but he seemed to have heard related rumors. "I seem to have heard that in the band you brought here,

There is a guy who likes to blow up hotel toilets..."

The incident of "British band blowing up American toilets" made newspaper headlines at first, but then it became nothing new.

That weird band always makes the hotel they stay in a mess every time they hold a concert.

The room was sprinkled with flour and the TV set was thrown into the swimming pool.

The most disgusting thing is that they will blow up the toilet with explosives they took out from nowhere.

It is said that they spent more than 500,000 US dollars just to repair toilets during dozens of performances in the United States.
To be continued...