The 2007 Golden Melody Award Ceremony was silent, and presenters Andy Hua and Brother Xian were preparing to announce the last and most important award tonight - the Best Selling Record Award in History.
The Golden Melody Awards jury set up the award for the first time to commend the winners, because his achievements were so excellent. As a new man, he wrote miracles with his first album - the sales of authentic albums exceeded 15 million, websites such as Kugou and Baidu MP3 hit first, downloaded first, and the lyrics and songs were catchy. It is said that even old people who can't sing can hum a few words
Although the winning results have been well known, all guests and fans are waiting for the moment when the awarding guests read his name.
Andy opened the envelope containing the name of the winner and carefully handed it to Brother Xian, who took a look at it, Smile: "Haha...... I guessed it was him for a long time, because his singing skills were just a little inferior to mine, but only ghosts could understand his songs. He didn't know what to sing, but some people liked to listen to it, but you didn't buy my album of the Best Dialect Male Singer at the XX Golden Melody Awards. Anyway, we congratulated him. The best selling record award in history - - Zhou Meng, Love of Oracle. "
Zhou Meng was not as excited as everyone expected. He just walked up to the podium silently and said a simple thank you.
The venue was boiling. The applause, laughter and praise gathered into a beautiful melody that floated over the venue for a long time.
"Zhou Meng, why did you break up with Tushasha?"
"I heard that Shu Yue is pregnant with your child."
"Your college classmate raped himself and you are gay, and said you have a tendency to be abused. Please respond."
"You just made your debut through the competition last year. This year's first record has achieved such results. Some people say that the record company is faking it. What do you think?"
"An artist commentator posted on Sozhu, a famous website, saying that you won the competition last year because you bribed the judges, or even bought a murderer to murder a competitor. Please explain?"
"Some people say that the computer technology company you run evades taxes by tens of millions, right?"
"Your girlfriend in college disclosed that your father is a drug kingpin. Is that true?"
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Zhou Meng was lying on the sofa in the lounge, puffing smoke rings. The small smoke rings slowly rose to the ceiling and slowly spread.
"Oh, why did you smoke again? Smoking is bad for your voice." The agent, Xiao Lin, walked into the lounge somehow. "I sent the reporters away. Change your clothes and prepare for the celebration dinner."
Zhou Meng jumped up from the sofa, opened the back door and was about to leave. Xiao Lin grabbed him and asked, "Where are you going? The celebration dinner is about to start."
"I don't want to go. I'm tired. I'm really tired." Look, being a star will deprive me of my freedom, which is different from being in prison.
"So many fans are waiting for you. It's irresponsible of you not to show up." Xiao Lin didn't expect Zhou Meng's reaction to the scandal asked by the reporter today would be so big, and even the fans would not disappear even if he was angry.
Zhou Meng's eyes reddened and shouted, "I'm irresponsible. Look at the group of reporters outside, who are responsible for what they just said. They are all fucking crazy and talking nonsense. I wish I were dead. I'm a terrorist in their eyes."
"Everyone knows it's fake, just ignore it." Xiao Lin doesn't think it's necessary to be so angry. As an artist, you should be immune to all kinds of rumors.
"People's patience is limited." After Zhou Meng said this, he slammed the door and ran away, but Xiao Lin didn't catch up with him, and watched Zhou Meng disappear in the darkness.
Zhou Meng turned on the radio, which was broadcasting the news of the award ceremony this evening. He suddenly turned off the radio, shook his head with a wry smile, unleashed all his anger and dissatisfaction on the accelerator, and stepped on it.
What's wrong with the world? What's wrong with the world? None of this is what Zhou Meng wants. He just wants to be an ordinary person. He never wants to be a professional singer, let alone a star. He sang just out of love, competed just to prove himself, and made records just because he was curious to try. Is all this wrong? Why should the big hand of life push him to a peak, and let countless stinky feet trample on him until he is completely trampled.
Life is like a play, play is like smoke, smoke is like gas, gas is like fart, life is like fart! This is the true portrayal of Zhou Meng after he won the championship in the competition. He hates it and lives like a zombie every day. All his activities are controlled by others. Personality, fart, hobby, fart, thought, fart, fart
The code meter of the Porsche 911 is getting faster and faster, and the engine makes a strange clatter, as if to remind the owner to show mercy. But when the owner failed to understand, there was a loud bang. Some life clips appeared in Zhou Meng's mind like movies, playing chess with his father, shopping with his mother, watching the sunrise with his girlfriend, drinking and chatting with his good friends
He smiled and saw Ah Huang. He led Ah Huang all over the mountain; Ah Huang wagged his tail in front of him; When he was being bullied, Ah Huang jumped out to take the lead for him
Close, close, he is getting closer to Ah Huang. Ah Huang is his best friend in his life. Ah Huang, how are you in heaven?
A blank
When Zhou Meng opened his eyes again, he opened his mouth wide in surprise. Ah Huang? Is it true that Huang became a beautiful woman after becoming refined? Isn't he a public figure? Is it true that cultivation also brings about transgender? Shit, Ah Huang, it's a beautiful little nurse.
"Darling," the little nurse put her big face to Zhou Meng's eyes. "Auntie, your little baby is so cute. She is smiling at me with her mouth open." The beautiful little nurse was eager to eat the baby and drool.
What do you envy? If you have the ability, I can help you, Zhou Meng thought.
No, is the baby she said
Zhou Meng shook his head and saw clearly that he was being held in the arms of the little nurse. A beautiful woman was sitting on the hospital bed beside him, smiling at him. He wanted to struggle but could not move.
God! Reincarnation? Why didn't I forget anything? Is there any fake soup in Meng Po's? No 315? Brother Yan doesn't keep pace with the times. His political quality needs to be improved.
A series of question marks revolved in Zhou Meng's head. His grandmother's head was too small, which made her headache at the first thought. I don't think about it, but she must have drunk the old woman Meng's expired soup 100%.
After firmly affirming that he was the baby in the arms of the little nurse, Zhou Meng opened his mouth and asked, "Where is this place?" Regardless of whether he would frighten the two beautiful women in the ward, which is nonsense, the hospital! The head becomes smaller, and people become stupid?
Gegehehe... A burst of baby laughter came to Zhou Meng's ears. Shit, his own voice.
Zhou Meng still didn't give up. He imitated Jackie Chan and shouted, "Who am I?"
Whoa, whoa
Oh yeah! The peasants turned over to fight the landlords, and the stars were reborn and liberated!
It is no longer necessary to live a depressing life. You can also push Dao back. Childhood is something more precious than gold, no, diamonds. Bill Gates and Buffett can't afford to raise money to buy it. Zhou Meng feels like he has picked up two dollars on the ground to buy a lottery ticket and won 500 yuan, which is not only cool but also cool.
