Since Shen Yiran only answered one question from each media outlet, the interview did not take much time, and although some reporters were not very satisfied with it, the more than ten questions were enough for them to report.

After these entertainment reporters left, Shen Yiran sat under the camphor tree with his guitar bag, and the question just asked by Wang Kai, a reporter from the "Citizen", made him think of some troublesome things.

Maybe many people have forgotten it, but he remembers that when the wanton band was maliciously attacked on the Internet, the "National Daily" under the Han Political Propaganda Department came out with a good rhythm.

The sentence 'The idea of the work is very good, but the creative motive is questionable' even became the unified voice of the water army and marketing accounts when maliciously spreading rumors and smears.

However, what is interesting now is that the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League of the Han Dynasty directly issued an article saying that the Wanton Band is the leader of the new generation of rock music, and the question asked by the "Citizen" under the Central Committee today can also be heard, in fact, it is a disguised admission of this.

After all, questions such as the direction of the industry are only asked when interviewing industry leaders.

The same band, but the propaganda department of the state gave two completely different attitudes.

For this situation, Shen Yiran couldn't help but feel a little headache, as early as when Bai Yao showed him the article with obvious intentions of 'creating gods' before, he was faintly worried.

Until today, when the reporter of the "Citizen" newspaper appeared, that worry instantly escalated into uneasiness and fear. As the mouthpiece of the state, when these media outlets are so actively focused on a rock group, it is unclear what kind of political factors are behind it.

But he knew that at present, the propaganda organs of the Han Kingdom were obviously different factions, and the Political Propaganda Department and the Central Propaganda Department were fighting openly and secretly, and the wanton band seemed to have become a very important chess piece in the game between the two sides.

"Phew, fortunately, the band has disbanded. ”

Leaning on the camphor tree, Shen Yiran let out a long sigh of relief, although this sentence sounded a little self-deceptive, it seemed that he could only comfort himself like this.

Not to mention that he didn't know why these party newspapers and party media paid so much attention to the band, even if he knew the reason behind it, as an ordinary person with no power and no power, just a little fame, he couldn't think of any way to stop this.

However, fortunately, all this seems to be just a factional struggle between the propaganda departments, although the political propaganda department has brought a wave of rhythm, but what he said at the beginning was relatively vague, as long as he is not stupid to stand for one of them, it should not have much impact on him.

And he believes that it won't be long before he will find a way to figure out the reasons behind these things, and as an independent musician, it's not that he can't have anything to do with politics, but he can't become a tool for factional struggle as he is now.

Whether it is holding the altar or stepping into the mud pit, in Shen Yiran's opinion, the purpose of these two acts is actually not pure, and he still has a lot of things to do, and there are still many things to change, so he will definitely not let himself be delayed by these messy things!

"You say that as soon as I sing, why is it inexplicably related to politics?"

Just when Shen Yiran was full of emotion for these things that were constantly cut and couldn't be sorted out, a sweet Lolita voice suddenly sounded in his pocket:

"I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, I'm really hungry..."

Reached out and took out the phone, glanced at the caller number, and then subconsciously adjusted his mood and connected the phone.

"Hey, Manager Cha, what have you been busy with lately..."

......

When Shen Yiran was sitting under the camphor tree to answer the phone, in a white business car parked outside the gate of the Xuanzhou Cultural and Sports Center, two young people were staring out the window and chatting idly.

"Waist, it's noon, why don't we go get something to eat first? I'll come back later, I don't think he will go back until the afternoon today." ”

It was a chubby man with a mohican hairstyle, and two silver drill nails on the bridge of his nose that were more irritating.

"Alas, I'm not in the mood, you can eat it yourself. ”

Shaking his head, the other man sitting in the passenger seat sighed, as if he was in a bad mood and his tone was rather stiff.

"Waist, extinguish the fire, you've been angry all morning, it's not like we haven't been scolded before, these shit stars, one by one before the accident, think of themselves higher than anyone else, but if we get their black material, they are all like grandchildren, and now I don't bother to be angry with them. ”

Hearing the fat man with a Mohican hairstyle next to him comforting him, the man sitting in the co-pilot waved his hand and said to himself:

"Old shot, you don't understand, if this surnamed Shen scolded me this morning, I would be very happy, but it's a pity, this guy actually ignored me directly after asking my name, hehe, you said it's funny or not, he actually ignored me. ”

As he spoke, the man seemed to remember what had happened in the morning again, and his tone gradually became excited:

"The most bullshitty thing is, before I finished speaking, he directly called the police, do you say that this guy is sick in the brain, why does he ignore me, why does he only accept interviews with reporters, why does he call the police without telling me a word?

Let me tell you, Lao Jie, we have run so many lines, don't look at those celebrities who look down on us, but when we are surrounded by questions, who of these guys is not a smug look, being chased by us, what does it mean, it represents the popularity of this group of dogs, but today you look at the surnamed Shen, do you see his eyes? He doesn't look down on us, he looks down on our profession from the bottom of his heart, I..."

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and in the end, the man's hands were already hanging in the air, trembling slightly.

"Okay, kidney, look down on it, look down on it, it's a big deal, let's spend more time with him, I don't believe he can't dig out the material on him!"

Reaching out and pressing down the dangling arm of the man in the co-pilot's seat, the fat man with the Mohican hairstyle smiled, and continued:

"If you want me to say, waist, you are in love, do you remember what Tingting said? She said that we are walking on the edge of the law in this business, and once we do too much, even if some things have an excessive impact, the country may end us. After all, we can only do it, and no one admits that it's a profession..."

"Tingting, Tingting, she also said that the surname Shen is a two-foot-long blowtorch?

Just when the man was about to refute something, the fat man with Mohican's hairstyle patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the dozens of people with musical instruments who came out of the cultural and sports center, and said:

"Hey, kidney, look, it's all out!"