Zhang Zifeng sat on the sofa and looked at his brother. He talked to Teacher Zheng Guofu for a while, then discussed with Teacher Qian Yu on how to integrate the pipa sound into the accompaniment of the music, and then talked with Master Tan Li, who played the erhu, about the prelude of " East Wind Breaks " and how to perfectly combine the piano sound with the erhu. Zhang Zifeng looked at Zhang Ziye with admiration.
However, when Zhang Zifeng saw that everyone was busy, even Li Zhou, who had been reduced to a tool, was discussing the lyrics with Mei Baoguo and Teacher Yue Mei while he could only sit here doing nothing, his eyes lit up. He wanted to do something for Zhang Ziye. He recorded a video of Zhang Ziye and Tan Li, one playing the piano and the other playing the erhu, and posted it on his Weibo.
"Guess what they are doing?”Zhang Zifeng added a dog head with a question mark at the end and posted it on Weibo to let the netizens guess.
Since Zhang Ziye would be releasing the album in two days, it was not a big deal for Zhang Zifeng to help promote Zhang Ziye in advance.
"Isn't Brother Ziye filming a movie? Could this be the plot of a movie? However, he was clearly in the recording studio. Moreover, the old man who played the erhu seemed a little familiar…Wasn't this Old Master Tan Li who had participated in last year's Spring Festival Gala?”
"No, I can't! Not only Old Master Tan Li! There was also Yang Qing, the master of the yangqin! Suona Master Zheng Guofu! Guzheng Master Zhang Chen! Oh my god! Why are they all here? What is Brother Ziye doing?"
"And the Peking opera master, Mr. Mei Baoguo! He was Mr. Mei Lanfang's eldest grandson! And Kunqu opera master Yue Mei! Everyone... Did Brother Ziye see what Jin Zaihe said? You want to do something big?"
"I thought that Brother Ziye would choose to remain silent because he's making a movie and it's too difficult for him to create a genre at his age. I didn't expect Brother Ziye to stand up for me! This is our Chinese singer! Look at those four so-called returning sons! Patriotic! When they were really patriotic, they disappeared instead!”
Zhang Zifeng's Weibo post had just been released, and it had already attracted a lot of fans 'attention. Especially when they saw that the many masters in the video were all masters who had inherited the quintessence of Chinese culture. Coupled with Zhang Ziye's sudden appearance in the recording studio, they had a vague guess in their hearts.
Very soon, the news that Zhang Ziye had gathered a group of masters of the national essence in the recording studio had spread across the Internet. At this time, Jin Zaihe and his fans were not letting go of the matter of the music style. They had even bribed several media outlets under Jin Zaihe's manager's money offensive, making the matter even more serious. More people paid attention to this matter. Even the Koreans from Korea had specially come to Weibo and started scolding the Chinese netizens.
After receiving the news, the Chinese netizens were overjoyed. They all expressed that the most outstanding person of the younger generation, Zhang Ziye, had made his move.
Although these netizens did not have the confidence, after all, creating a musical style was not something that could be done just by sleeping and slapping one's head. For decades, no one in the Chinese music industry had ever done this. On the other hand, the Koreans had relied on dozens of professors to continuously plagiarize, borrow, and copy the cultures of other countries and integrate them together. Only then did they have their so-called musical style, which made the Koreans complacent.
"Hehe, do you think we'll be afraid if Zhang Ziye makes a move? Compared to Brother Zhi Long, Zhang Ziye was nothing! What Brother Zhi Long couldn't do, could Zhang Ziye do?”
"Stop bragging. If Zhang Ziye can create a genre of music, I'll just swallow my own feces and commit suicide! What a joke!"
"Can't you recognize the difference? What did he have to prove? In the end, the ones who will be embarrassed will be yourselves!”
During this period of time, relying on their stubborn words, the shepherd dogs who suppressed the Chinese netizens 'criticism had completely become arrogant. They had completely brought themselves to the Korean side and started to mock them unscrupulously on Weibo.
The Chinese netizens also understood that this was a group of twisted patients who had hypnotized themselves mentally and ideologically. They did not argue with them anymore, but silently waited for Zhang Ziye to stand up and give the shepherd dogs and Koreans a hard slap in the face!
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"How's the fishing vessel on the Internet?”
In the relevant department, a middle-aged man who looked extraordinary rubbed his temples and looked at his secretary as he asked tiredly.
"Jin Zaihe and his fans are still holding on to the song style. Anyway, from the looks of it, we're at a disadvantage…In addition to Weibo's inaction, a few media outlets that had received money added fuel to the fire…It was not optimistic! Everyone in the Bangzi Nation is waiting for us to be defeated. Look at our school belle! However, Zhang Ziye's sister, Zhang Zifeng, had just released a Short videos. In the video, Zhang Ziye seemed to have gathered many masters of the quintessence of Chinese culture, including Master Yue Mei and Master Mei Baoguo, and they seemed to be recording songs in the recording studio!”
The man's secretary quickly flipped through the documents in his hand and reported.
"Alright! I'll take note of Weibo and these media outlets. After the matter is over, I'll talk to them. I've heard of the name Zhang Ziye before. My daughter is his fan…It seems that we still have a young man who can stand up in the end. Moreover, the one who stands on Jin Zaihe's side is actually one of our own. This is even more laughable! The entertainment industry and the internet environment are indeed going to change. Alright, you can leave now.”
The middle-aged man frowned when he heard the names of Weibo and the other media companies that had added fuel to the fire. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He put the matter aside for now and was ready to settle the score later. When he heard Zhang Ziye's name, he nodded and said with a gratified tone.
"Zhang Ziye, I hope you won't disappoint me.”After his secretary left, the middle-aged man left his desk and stood in front of the window. He looked at the heavy traffic below and said in a low voice,
At this moment, Zhang Ziye had just finished communicating with the masters and started to make the accompaniment.
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