Next, the development of things is a little dramatic.

plagiarized Gu Xiaobai's works, quickly removed many Internet platforms, and soon there was no one left.

The song "The One Who Loves You", which has tens of millions of views on YouTube, was also deleted.

Even "The One Who Loves You", which was released in theaters, was quickly withdrawn, and it was said that all the infringing music would be deleted and then re-released.

The reputation of this movie is very bad, and it is unknown how it will be released when the time comes.

I'm afraid there will never be a chance to release it again.

Moreover, they are facing lawsuits and claims from Gu Xiaobai's studio.

At the same time, Vietnam's cultural department also issued a notice, requiring literary and artistic people to carry out self-examination, find plagiarism, and resolutely stop it.

At this time, countless netizens from all over the world who came to watch the excitement of eating melons were finally happy.

Music is infringed, not to mention in China, Vietnam, Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, and the cost of rights protection is very high, and even most people have no way to defend their rights.

Many people can't find the plagiarism of the underdeveloped secondary market at all, and even if they do, there is no way to defend their rights.

It's like a safe haven that protects a lot of bad practices, protects a lot of music dealers, but makes it a real musician never get ahead.

Because of the painstaking study and writing songs, how can it be so fast?

The expulsion of good money by bad money is a common problem faced by the global music market.

Today, after Gu Xiaobai's victory, people from any other country may have to weigh it when they plagiarize Gu Xiaobai's works.

Even when plagiarizing someone else's work, it will be weighed and weighed.

However, as the losing party, the Vietnamese at this moment have to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat and feel the humiliation of being ridiculed by melon-eating netizens from various countries.

Now, under the music of Vietnam, there are all kinds of comments.

"You guys can't have plagiarized this song. ”

Whenever a Vietnamese netizen appears on the Internet, someone will ask from behind: "Has your singer apologized?"

Many Vietnamese netizens who chased had nowhere to run.

Back then, they ridiculed Gu Xiaobai for how arrogant he was, and how painful he is now.

Of course, on the Internet in Vietnam, there are still netizens with top iron, and these people's iron fans are supporting their idols and angrily brushing Gu Xiaobai, but they have long become a minority.

But the box office of "Goodbye, Boy" has still not recovered.

After a fierce conflict, Vietnamese netizens can be regarded as knocking out their teeth and swallowing blood.

But are they cool?

Of course not.

Whoever loses the fight will not be happy.

Gu Xiaobai is actually quite unhappy.

Yes, the official apology of Vietnam.

But those plagiarists in Vietnam have not yet shown up.

Vietnamese netizens, and still no one has come out to apologize.

They are the real perpetrators.

On the Internet, there is an unspeakable silence.

Seem...... Nothing happened.

On the Zhongjun, several people from 306 were struggling with one thing.

"Do we want to copy another Vietnamese song?" Wang Haixia looked eager to try, afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"Okay, let's take it when you see it. Zhou Xianting felt that it was enough.

"But these people are still not convinced at all, you see that I was on the Internet just now, and someone gave me a bar!"

I have to say that scolding is the fastest way to learn a language, in such a short period of time, Wang Haixia has been able to skillfully use Vietnamese mixed with Chinese and English, who is tearing on the Internet.

"Xiaobai, what do you say?"

......

On the docks, a group of dock workers got off work.

The wharf in Hai Phong City does not have a large throughput and not many berths.

Compared to its north, which is gradually being built and is slowly becoming the world's first dock, it is as small as a toy.

Many of the docks are also bulk carriers, which are not as convenient as containers, and a large number of dock workers are required for unloading.

At this time, after getting off work, a dock worker threw off the dust on his body and moved something out of the utility room.

"Lao Hu, why did you move the piano today?"

"Are you going to play for the ticket holders tonight?"

The man called Lao Hu did not speak, shook his head a little shyly, and then carried his things and walked in the direction of Zhong Jun.

Several of his co-workers looked at each other blankly and walked along.

The man walked up to the Zhongjun, put down what he was holding, and then sat down and took a deep breath.

The sound of the piano, up.

......

In the Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai just wanted to speak, but suddenly frowned: "Shhhh

Gu Xiaobai pricked up his ears and listened carefully: "What sound?"

At this moment, there seemed to be something trembling under the sound of the motor running on the dock and the sound of the waves crashing against the berth.

It's like some kind of loose string, constantly changing.

Gu Xiaobai stood up and followed the sound and walked out.

He stepped onto the deck, and the voice became clearer, as if it was coming from near the berth where the Zhongjun was moored.

Gu Xiaobai walked to the side of the ship, looked down, and saw a man sitting quietly under the huge Zhongjun, shrouded in the shadow of the Zhongjun.

In front of him, there was a strange musical instrument.

The instrument was rudimentary.

A bamboo tube about 1 cm thick and about 1.2 meters long is placed horizontally on a long bamboo bench.

The bamboo tube has a string on it.

Yes, there is only one string.

This string protrudes from one end of the bamboo tube and is attached to the bamboo piece that sticks out from the other end, and hangs diagonally above the bamboo tube.

An unpainted gourd is worn on the bamboo piece, the bottom of the gourd is cut off, and it becomes a trumpet-like thing, and the other end of the string passes through the bottom of the gourd and is fixed to the bamboo piece.

At this moment, a man was sitting in front of the instrument, playing it earnestly.

He was dressed in a dock worker's clothes, wet and oily, and a towel was still on his shoulder.

He held a bamboo stick in his hand as a pick, gently plucked the strings, and then shook the bamboo pieces to tighten and relax the instrument, producing a peculiar timbre change.

The instrument is so rudimentary, so simple that there is only one bamboo tube, a string, a bamboo piece and a gourd as a resonance box.

The sound of the musical instrument is also very small, if it weren't for the windwind just now, it wouldn't have been transmitted to the boat at all, so that Gu Xiaobai could hear it.

The man was very thin, even if he was a dock worker, he had no strong muscles, only an emaciated body.

But he played very seriously.

The music he played was gentle, simple, with a hint of earnestness and sorrow.

Several of his co-workers stood by, staring at him in amazement.

When they saw Gu Xiaobai and the others coming out, they suddenly understood something.

Seeing the change in the shadows on the ground, the man raised his head and looked at Gu Xiaobai and the others on the deck.

Then he lowered his head and played the piano more seriously.

Gu Xiaobai came out, 306 came out, and many of the staff on the ship were attracted by the sound of the piano.

But the man didn't realize it, and he continued to play, song after song.

After playing the three songs, he stood up and bowed deeply to the people standing on the Zhongjun:

"I'm sorry. ”

Many days ago, he had heard with his own ears the sound of the bell, which had spread for hundreds of miles, sweeping the coast.

Seeing Zhong Jun's anger, thunder!

And at this moment, standing in front of him is the legendary "Zhong Jun" Gu Xiaobai.

A figure who single-handedly overturned the Vietnamese music scene.

And he is just an amateur musician who once gave up halfway.

I don't know how many people are better than him, and even if he apologizes, it won't be his turn.

But he still wanted to stand up.

With that insignificant bamboo tube, with that incomparably slender string.

Fight against hundreds of bells and thousands of drums, and resist the wrath of Zhong Jun.

He knew he couldn't win.

He just wanted to tell Gu Xiaobai.

We may be wrong.

But we also have music, and we also have dignity.