Chinese people?

What a simple and straightforward song title.

Everyone was stunned, but they were still curious about how this song could be called by the name of "Chinese People".

The scene calmed down instantly, leaving all the voices to Liu Donghua.

A Chinese song sounded.

The unaccompanied cappella was accompanied by Liu Tianwang's characteristic thick voice and non-standard Mandarin.

Five thousand years of wind and rain

How many dreams are hidden

Yellow face and black eyes

What doesn't change is a smile

Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers

It's like a song

It doesn't matter where you're from

Where will it go

The same tears, the same pain

The misery of the past

We stay in our hearts

The same blood, the same species

There are dreams in the future

We pioneer together

Li Yun listened to him singing, and sure enough, he was the same as Andy Lau...

On the other side, Yang Heng and the others were not calm when they listened.

I only felt that my heart was no longer young with surging blood, and I once again recalled the boiling blood when I was young, and the heart of serving the motherland.

We are Chinese!

Proud Chinese people!

5,000 years of history, 5,000 years of pride.

Yang Heng listened to this song, and the palms of his hands holding the cup began to tremble.

This...

Is that what Liu Tianwang called 'power'?

Yang Heng didn't want to say that this song was not good.

On the contrary, the song is quite good! It's so good that it can't be better, and it's completely better to use it to make Liu Tianwang's Chinese song debut.

Yang Heng looked at Li Xiuzhu with a complicated expression.

You also said that your son was a director with you, and he was obviously a top composer.

However, Li Xiuzhu's expression of 'I didn't know my son was so awesome' made Yang Heng feel even more angry, and his blood pressure was full.

Originally, Liu Tianwang was invited to pretend to be forced, but who knew that Li Xiuzhu and his son were all forced to pretend!

It's not to arrange his own son, Yang Heng feels that the kid in his family can't think of such a song even if his brain is bald.

The gap between people is so big!

The end of the song.

When Liu Tianwang finished singing this Chinese song, the audience applauded thunderously.

Everyone knows that Liu Tianwang's Chinese song will definitely be popular!

"Thank you, thank you... Thank you also to my friend for writing me this song. ”

"But I hope you don't talk about tonight's events to the outside world, and I don't sing songs outside, okay?"

"If I could, I would like to release this song on National Day, this song is not only a tribute to me, but also to this country..."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and immediately felt empathy and pride for Liu Donghua, a Hong Kong Islander.

Never a single note is leaked!

Only Li Yun sat alone in place, eating radish and green vegetable salad, with a depressed face.

The reason why I was depressed was because of the voice that suddenly sounded in my head...

"It was detected that Liu Donghua's memory met the training standards."

"Start training after falling asleep with the host."

"Training Theme: Singing."

The system is a demon again, and the good mood after pretending to be forced has been completely ruined.

After a short break, Liu Tianwang continued to sing, this time singing his old Cantonese songs.

Although most people can't understand Cantonese, they just like to listen to Andy sing.

At this time, Liu Donghua's agent, a trendy thin middle-aged man, came over with a smile and said: "Hello, I am Andy's agent, about the copyright of this song, we Andy said, as long as your conditions are not too excessive, we can accept it." ”

It's like saying, 'Just make a bid, don't go too far.'"

"Well, I'll do whatever I want."

Li Yun doesn't understand this either...

"Is there a contract? You're a professional arranger, we can talk..."

"The contract... Well... Should..."

Li Xiuzhu on the side saw that Li Yun was a little at a loss, and it seemed that he had not experienced this meeting, so he patted the agent's shoulder and said.

"You don't have to ask him about this, I'll give you a call, and you can talk to her."

...

"Jingle bells."

"Hey, who?"

At this time, Li Zijing, who was doing soft exercises in front of the computer desk, connected the phone.

Although it was already nine o'clock, Li Zijing was ready to go to bed, and her habit was to sleep for 8 hours a day. Before going to bed, be sure to drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of soft exercises, go to bed, fall asleep immediately, sleep until dawn, and never leave fatigue and stress until the next day.

"Oh... It's uncle, someone is looking for me? ”

"What? Did his song be sold to Liu Tianwang? ”

"Let's talk about the conditions, okay."

"Hmm... 500,000..."

Li Zijing thought about it, one of Li Yun's songs was sold for 500,000 yuan, is it worth it?

At least Li Zijing doesn't think it's worth it, she feels that every one of Li Yun's works should be priceless.

Aside from personal feelings, from a third-point perspective, the price of 500,000 is already quite generous.

After all, no matter how good the song is, it is also Li Yun's first song, even if his future songs can be sold for 1 million or 5 million, it will be in the future.

Now his songs, 500,000 is already the limit.

"The price is very sincere, and I can't think of a reason to refuse." Li Zijing pondered for a moment and said, "But I want to talk about this deal in another way." ”

"Oh?"

"We can do without money."

"If you don't want money, then what?" The agent felt that the request on the other end of the phone was a little tricky, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The problem of asking for money is actually a trivial matter, and sometimes it is more troublesome to not want money.

The brothers settle the accounts clearly, but they don't count the accounts, and everyone can't tell.

"Actually, Mr. Li, he still has an identity... It's the director. ”

"Director?"

The broker was unexpected.

Is Li Yun, who made up this song, still the director?

Isn't he a composer?

"And his movie will be released in three months, I hope that your Liu Tianwang can help post a Weibo by then."

"You want us Liu Tianwang to help promote your movie." The agent paused and said: "But our Liu Tianwang's advertisement is not something that can be solved by 500,000 yuan, and Andy's attitude towards advertising is also well known..."

Liu Donghua, the Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong Island, his advertising fee is not 500,000 yuan that can be handled.

Besides, Liu Tianwang never accepts advertisements.

It can be said that he is hypocritical, and it can also be said that he cherishes feathers, in short, he only sings, and does not care about other things.

He is a very pure singer.

"Of course I know Liu Tianwang's personality, and his reputation is well known in the industry."

Li Zijing was silent for a moment and said: "So I think that after the movie comes out, Liu Tianwang will go to see this movie in person." ”

"How to choose after reading it, I believe Liu Tianwang will decide for himself."

"You want to say... Andy, after watching this movie, it is up to him to decide whether to promote it? ”

"Yes!"

The agent was stunned, and he could hear the strong self-confidence on the other side of the phone.

I believe Andy will spontaneously promote it after watching the movie.

What a strong faith that is!