There is a green park two kilometers away from the Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music, and on the wooden chairs in the depths of the park, Chen Hua sleeps peacefully. At the other end of the chair, there were seven or eight bottles of beer and more than a dozen unfinished meat skewers.

Yesterday, after he came out of his dormitory, he bought beer and barbecue and came to the park. One drank until one o'clock in the morning, relying on the spirit of wine, and then slept peacefully.

"Bang~" The sound of beer bottles hitting the ground woke up Chen Hua on the chair, and he opened his bloodshot eyes to look at the sky.

It was dawn at this time, and it should have been about six o'clock.

He sat up straight, straightened his hair, and took a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. He took out his phone and looked at it, and there were more than seventy missed calls.

More than half of them were called by Li Wei, and the rest were called by Wen Jingwen.

He put his phone down, took a deep puff of his cigarette, looked up at the bright sky and began to think.

Entering the entertainment industry and becoming a star was his dream in his previous life! In order to protect his own business, he must withdraw from this entertainment industry.

But without becoming a star, there are more ways out. In the previous life, there were so many movies, variety shows, websites, and games that were popular with half the sky, but there were no them here! And now the "Breaking the Sky" written by himself is not popular on the Internet, which is not a way out.

Chen Hua snuffed out the cigarette and threw it in the trash, and the corner of his mouth sneered, "Wu Xiaoxuan, Shi Jian, today you cut off my future, and in the future, I will return it tenfold!" ”

The signing ceremony of the artist's red belt cutting was held at 2 p.m. at the Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music.

At half past one in the afternoon, Chen Hua sat in the café opposite the college, drinking coffee and waiting for the ceremony to begin, while calming the restless readers in the [Moyu] readership.

[Mo Yuda, will you sign a contract with Ss Company? ] You must know that it is the No. 1 all-round entertainment company in 'Taixia'! 】

[Moyu, don't sign a contract! ] If you sign a contract, where will you have time to write a novel! 】

[That's right!] Moyu, you must not sign a contract with Ss! We're going to look at the novels you wrote. 】

[If you dare to sign a contract with Ss company, then I will send you a blade! ] 】

【Sending Blade+1】

Chen Hua was a little speechless, 98 out of 10 readers in this group did not want to sign a contract with Ss, and the rest were basically neutral. He typed a line on the keyboard with both hands [If I plagiarize myself and refuse to sign for Ss Company, will you scold me?] 】

[Self-blackening? What do you mean. 】

[Of course I won't scold you!] If you refuse to apply to Ss Company, you can write a novel wholeheartedly, and we will reward you. 】

[Moyu is great, don't blacken yourself! ] This ceremony to sign the artist is all 'Taixia' live TV! If you plagiarize yourself on the spot, you are likely to be abused by the people of Taixia. 】

The comfort of a group of readers made Chen Hua's heart warm, and he typed out a line of words [Now that the four tutors of Ss have taken a fancy to me, how can I get out if I don't blacken myself?" 】

[It makes sense, Mo Yu is very relieved, if anyone dares to spray you, our two thousand keyboard warriors, we will spray him back! ] 】

[That's right! I will explain it to the people around me. 】

[Mo Yuda, you can't do this! ] What the 'Taixia' people hate the most is plagiarism, if you really hack yourself, it is equivalent to the public enemy of the whole 'Taixia'! 】

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the signing ceremony began.

Chen Hua and the other nine students stood in the middle of the Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music, and Wu Xiaoxuan and Chen Hua stood together, their expressions strictly forbidden.

Wu Xiaoxuan touched Chen Hua with her arm and asked in a low voice, "Remember what you should do for a while." ”

Chen Hua stared at Wu Xiaoxuan coldly and replied through gritted teeth: "I know what to do, I hope Shi Jian can be in the entertainment industry in the future, and he is worthy of the quota I got because of my self-blackness!" ”

Wu Xiaoxuan took out the bank card from her bag and quietly handed it to Chen Hua and said, "There are 750,000 Huaxia coins in this card, and the password is six zeros." ”

Chen Hua didn't take the bank card, leaned against Wu Xiaoxuan's ear, and said coldly: "I don't need this money, I just hope you agree, don't touch my company in the future." ”

Wu Xiaoxuan was a little stunned, and the skillful hand behind her back trembled slightly. The moment she heard Chen Hua's refusal just now, she felt that she had done something wrong! Chen Hua is more shrewd than he imagined, but decisive and ruthless. If it is placed in a shopping mall, it is definitely a talent!

In order for Shi Jian to be able to sign a contract with Ss Company, do you really want Chen Hua to be his enemy? But only Shi Jian can help with that matter

Wu Xiaoxuan clenched her teeth and took the bank card back into her bag.

There were more than a dozen media present this time. The four tutors and the dean of the Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music stood in a row, smiling and bowing to the camera.

"This singer selection contest is a large-scale talent show held by our Ss company, just to add some fresh blood to the entertainment industry." Fan Huang held the microphone to answer the reporter who asked the following question.

"Mr. Fan Huang, which player are you most optimistic about?"

Fan Huang thought for a moment, turned around and pointed at Chen Hua and said, "Chen Hua, is the player I have been following since the beginning of the competition. Now I am very optimistic about him, and if he is given a few years, he may be able to surpass me. ”

When it was time for the artist to speak, the reporter asked questions from left to right, and Chen Hua was on the far right.

These people basically said words of thanks, when the microphone was handed to Chen Hua.

The reporters below are starting to ask questions.

"Excuse me, how long did it take you to write your own songs?"

Chen Hua looked at the microphone in his hand, then looked back at Fan Huang, his eyes were full of appreciation, and then at Wu Xiaoxuan, his eyes were full of helplessness. He turned around and took the microphone and said, "I copied those songs." ”

"Copyed! Dare to say it here, he is not sick in the head! ”

"Damn, sure enough, it was copied, I mean. How can a freshman create such a beautiful song by himself! ”

Fan Huang and the other three tutors looked confused, what is Chen Hua doing? How can you say that your own creation is copied!

"Mr. Chen Hua, may I ask whose self-creation you copied?" The reporter below hurriedly asked, what is this, this is the headline! The dark horse of the singer selection contest admits plagiarism, and the cliff is the headline of tomorrow.

Chen Hua said in a flat tone: "I plagiarized Shi Jian's self-created songs. ”

Shi Jian, how is this possible? Shi Jian's music style is rock and roll, how could he write two songs with graceful tunes, 'Gentleman' and 'Ugly Eight Monsters'! This is absolutely impossible, Fan Huang was the first to react, someone must have threatened Chen Hua in private, so Chen Hua will blacken himself!

Fan Huang gritted his teeth and rushed towards Chen Hua with two steps, wanting to snatch the microphone from his hand.

"Then why would you admit it today?"

"Plop~" Chen Hua was knocked down by Fan Huang, and the microphone in his hand rolled to the side.

Another mentor also reacted, picked up the microphone on the ground and explained to the reporter: "Chen Hua had a high fever last night, and he hasn't recovered today, so he said these nonsense, please don't broadcast this paragraph." ”

A group of reporters hurriedly picked up their mobile phones and began to call their bosses.

"Boss, the dark horse of the singer selection contest Chen has plagiarized from black, can it make headlines tomorrow?"

"Editor-in-chief, I've got the headlines! The dark horse of the singer selection contest is plagiarism! ”

ps: Readers who feel poisonous, you can wait a minute, it will be very cool later, but I just don't spoil it!