Chapter 214: The Wronged Boss

Luoyang couldn't understand Mr. Duan's words.

"Singers and actors, aren't they all artists?"

Mr. Duan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes, it's me who used the wrong words." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head again and said: "To be more precise, there are more and more idol-type artists, and there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to work hard to practice singing or acting." ”

Luoyang couldn't help laughing: "Taeyeon is also an idol, and her singing skills are not comparable to many peers." ”

"Why do you keep demolishing my platform?" Mr. Duan glared at him dissatisfied, and then sighed: "Also, it's me who is biased against idols." ”

"That's not prejudice. Luoyang comforted: "Aren't many idols who have no singing skills and no acting skills also live well, they are different from pure singers and actors after all." ”

Mr. Duan was very uncomfortable: "Do you agree with me or against me?" ”

"Half and half. Luoyang said very weakly: "I only agree with the parts that make sense." ”

"Well, whatever you say, it's the same anyway. Mr. Duan sighed, and was about to pour the tea, but found that at some point, the teapot had already arrived in Luoyang's hand, and the tea had been poured, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea, and then asked puzzledly: "Why do you say this? Idol artists like Taeyeon are willing to work hard to practice basic skills, and accumulate over time, why do professional singers not want to make progress?"

Mr. Duan was obviously heartbroken by some of the phenomena he had seen, and he urgently needed someone to stand by his side to support him.

However, Luoyang is not a caring boy.

"Isn't Dr. Chen's basic skills very solid as I said before? There are many singers in the Celestial Empire who have solid basic skills. Luoyang's words made Mr. Duan very uncomfortable.

The talent of talking to death is really incomprehensible.

"I'm talking about the younger generation. Mr. Duan said again without giving up.

Luoyang said without thinking about it: "There are also many powerful singers in the younger generation, such as..."

"Stop. Mr. Duan made a stop gesture and said, "Don't block me, I just want to know if you think my words make sense?"

"It's not that I deliberately blocked you, it's that you always generalize and kill everyone with one shot, okay? Actually, I know what you want to express, but it's just that the traffic is in charge, the atmosphere is getting more and more impetuous, and there seem to be fewer and fewer people who are willing to do things seriously?" Luoyang replied.

Mr. Duan clapped his hands, his expression was excited, and he looked like "you finally got the point".

"That's to say! Now everything is about traffic, traffic! Become famous as soon as possible! If you look good, you can become a star, and you can make a lot of money! Who else wants to do things seriously? Look at the albums released by those people, the best musicians get together to make songs, they sing them nondescriptly, you can't listen to them without repairing the sound, you watch those TV series, it's all about showing off their postures, there are few good acting skills, but they can make money, all the capital is poured on them, but the people who do things seriously are isolated, they can only live hard every day, if this continues, who else wants to do things seriously?"

Mr. Duan was full of anger, and his words were ready to be spoken, and he did not vomit or be unhappy.

The phrase "who else wants to do things seriously" is repeated many times.

"There will be, there will be. ”

Luoyang didn't know what Mr. Duan had gone through, so he could only comfort: "There will definitely be, this is a characteristic of the Celestial Empire, isn't it?" No matter how chaotic the world is, there will always be people who do things seriously, be serious people, and then come out to save the world when the building is about to collapse, in times of war, these people are martyrs, and now in the era of peace, these people are every ordinary person who works hard in all walks of life and lives with a kind heart, and there must be many people who are willing to work hard to practice singing and acting skills you want, but the time is not good, and it is just that the good times are not met, after all, the world is unfair, and luck is also very important, right?"

"People who do things seriously can only wait for luck. Mr. Duan only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, took another sip of tea, and scolded: "What kind of world is this?"

"Isn't that normal? Luoyang poured another cup of tea for Mr. Duan.

Mr. Duan felt ridiculous: "What's normal?"

"Look. Luoyang snapped his fingers and said: "Why do traffic stars make so much money? There are many fans, right? No matter what they do, whether they do well or not, fans are willing to pay, so traffic stars must make money, so businessmen are throwing money at traffic stars, because they don't lose money! Is there a problem? Is it abnormal? Who is wrong?"

Mr. Duan didn't think about it, so he said: "Fans, don't you have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong?"

"What's wrong with liking someone?" Luoyang wondered: "They just fell in love with someone, they didn't break the law, and they didn't hinder others, they just drank with alcoholics, played games and played games, spending money to do what they liked, what's wrong? Although it is true that some fans are very annoying, this is not "fans have no brains and no quality", but just "there are some brainless people chasing stars", which is the same as not the old man becoming bad but the bad person getting old. ”

Mr. Duan gritted his teeth and said: "That is, there is a problem with traffic stars, as an artist, I don't hone my professional skills well, and I only think about making money all day long..."

Luoyang smiled, spread his hands, and asked: "This variety show is going, give you 10 million, do you want to go?" You only need to show your face and give you 20 million, can you take it? They are not professional actors and singers, no matter how noble your morals are, you are not qualified to make them have to get along with money. ”

According to normal logic, there is nothing wrong with fans and traffic stars, so there must be something wrong with the person who gives the money.

But Luoyang didn't say it, Mr. Duan had already thought of it.

Investors are businessmen, they invest in making movies, TV series or albums, and the only purpose is to make money.

Since as long as there are traffic stars, they can make money steadily, why should they take risks when they are full?

Mr. Duan was very depressed: "They are all right, is it because I have a problem?"

"That's right, people sing for fans, acting is for fans, from the beginning it's people's self-entertainment, you don't like people and you don't force you to like them, you don't have any position to scold them. Luoyang poured tea while saying hurtful words.

Mr. Duan was so depressed that he couldn't do it: "But the problem now is that all the money has gone there, and we professionals have no money..."

Luoyang also took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "Don't worry, for the future of the music scene of my Great Celestial Empire, for the film industry of my Great Celestial Empire, and for the development of our country's soft power, there will definitely be big wrongdoes, who will contribute all their time and money regardless of return, these people are the backbone of the nation!"

Mr. Duan suddenly stopped talking, and his eyes stared straight at Luoyang.

Luoyang was stared at all over, and the teacup to his mouth paused, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Duan rubbed his hands, he was already full of anger and grinned, full of merchant's philistine.

"Look, I heard the grapevine that you are the CEO of the Fahrenheit Group, you see, Mr. Luo, I have a big boss here for you to be wronged... No, the opportunity for the backbone of the nation, do you want to know about it?"

Luoyang's head shook, buzzed, and looked at Mr. Duan blankly, speechless.