Goodbye, Seoul

After Shengli heard this sentence, he froze for two seconds, and he maintained his original posture of bending over, as if influenced by Quan Zhilong's words, he kept repeating those words: You are different from them ...you are not like them...

But what's the difference?

Shengli doesn't understand that Quan Zhilong is his only master, but he is not his only bionic person. Isn't it normal that he can easily have another bionic person that is more advanced than himself?Why would Quan Zhilong say that he is different from them?Victory looked into Quan Zhilong's eyes, as if trying to deduce his feelings at the moment from there, but Quan Zhilong avoided it.

He stood up and left the piano chair, and walked to the bedroom without looking back, leaning against the closed door, his eyes seemed a little sad under the darkness.There is only doubt in Shengli's eyes, and there is nothing else. Quan Zhilong only needs to glance at it, and once again understands the fact that he is just an owner who needs to obey for Shengli. "Master" does the same.

"Is it a difference that I am with him?"

At the meeting, the president noticed that Quan Zhilong was distracted, he knocked on the table to signal, but Quan Zhilong still didn't intend to raise his head, Shunhao touched his arm and brought him back to reality, The president sighed and said to him:

"Zhilong, what you just said at the meeting was very clear. I know you don't like bionics, but you also need to be clear that the bionics industry is controlled by the largest group. Even we are not good at confronting them head-on. right?"

Quan Zhilong put down his crossed legs, he rarely looked seriously at the president, the person who supported him more than ten years ago, he said:

"Brother, I am sorry for the bad influence and loss caused to the company, but I will make up for it in time. You can also bring up the new song schedule and arrange work for me now, but the only thing I will not change my attitude."

"Zhilong, why are you so stubborn! The times are constantly developing, and the birth of bionic music is inevitable. Why can't we adapt to things that we can't stop?"

Quan Zhilong felt that they had talked about this topic many times, and everyone was trying to persuade him not to be so entangled, not to be so contradictory, but he didn't want to explain it anymore, the way is different, and they don't conspire with each other, probably what they are talking about Current state.Quan Zhilong frowned, stood up and walked towards the door, and said to him:

"I just want to make more voices for human beings."

Times don’t get better when you obey them, they get better when there are vigorous contradictions and conflicts.

In this era, monopoly giants headed by large companies or consortiums can even replace the government to take over any region. They master the most advanced technology of the current era and penetrate into various industries, resulting in unlimited development of technology and infinite stagnation of humanities.

They put all their eyes on the most profitable and most valuable industries at the moment, regardless of your so-called old-age feelings, skyscrapers stretching endlessly to the sky, and all kinds of people are crowded in the cramped area like mice. How can we obey in this era of damp slums?

Quan Zhilong looked out of the car window, and Shunhao looked up at him and knew that he would not be able to listen to it anymore, so he put away the computer and stopped talking about work.Quan Zhilong suddenly asked him:

"Have you seen what the slums look like?"

Shun Hao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Quan Zhilong to mention this topic suddenly, he shook his head honestly.His family is also considered wealthy, and the slums are too far away from him.Quan Zhilong turned his head and said to him:

"I have seen."

Shunhao's eyes widened. A family like his had never seen a slum, so how could Quan Zhilong have a chance to get in touch with it?Ever since Quan Zhilong became famous when he was young, Shunhao has been his manager, until now.He was sure that Quan Zhilong was born in Seoul, so he was doomed to have no intersection with the poor forever, because they had different destinies from the beginning.

"When I was young, it wasn't called a slum. Even if it wasn't as prosperous as Seoul, it was still possible to settle down. The people were very friendly and kind. But now, it has been truly abandoned."

"It's...out of our control."

Quan Zhilong shook his head. He once thought conceitedly that those people couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the times, stuck in the past and didn't know how to adapt, and the times had no reason to wait for them.But now, he is getting older and more mature. He has unimaginable assets, but he can't be happy about it.

"Have you ever thought that this era is a hundred times more prosperous than in the past, but there are still so many people who can't survive?"

So what exactly are we developing?Quan Zhilong hates this era. He wants to keep the world he can still keep, and he also wants to use music to resist this society. Not everything can be replaced by technology, and human beings should also retain their feelings.

Quan Zhilong also had a very regrettable experience, he did not want history to repeat itself.He wants to change.

After that, Quan Zhilong still maintained his original attitude without any concessions, and even semi-openly stated on the Internet that he did not like bionic music. He did not explain too much, and he hoped that people would understand for themselves.For a while, the Internet was divided into two voices, one supported human composers like Quan Zhilong, and the other believed that Quan Zhilong discriminated against the bionic industry.The dispute between the two parties has become the hottest topic at the moment.

Shengli is taking care of the daisy field in the backyard. Although it hasn't bloomed yet, it is already full of green stems and leaves. It won't be long before there will be small white flowers coming. He carefully pours the nutrient solution for their growth. do help.

Suddenly, his hands stopped, and the information receiver turned yellow. He closed his eyes to receive the incoming information, but after seeing the content, he immediately dialed Quan Zhilong's mobile phone and said:

"Mr. Quan, I have received a threatening letter from an unknown network. I think you need to apply for protection from the company immediately."