The full-level boss became popular after dressing as a fake young master

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There's a bullshit paparazzi here

Duan Weiyong was intoxicated by it.He has a deep love for talent, and feels that he is at the top of violin talent, and he is extremely cold at the top, and he can make Qiao Chuming his confidant with a few appropriate and accurate evaluations.

But Duan Weiyong still lacked a piece in his heart. Qiao Chuming could only comment. He was still far from being able to play the piano, barely crossing the threshold of amateur level. Duan Weiyong wanted someone who could play with him more.

Duan Weiyong once comforted himself that in high mountains and flowing waters, meeting someone who understands his music is already a great fortune in the world, and he should not desire more.

But he just let him hear this song.

"Although I don't know anything about music, I want to dance to it."

"My mother asked me why I sang Conquer on my knees."

"So this is "Moonlight", I thought it was a love song before."

"Narrow, this song of love is clearly the world."

"What's the point of loving only one person, it's more beautiful to love the world."

"It sounds good. I'm begging for a recorded version. This is the variety show "Life in a Small Town", right? There should be better sound quality in the program group."

"What program group are you sitting in? Don Ye Zhiqiu's manager, ask her if she has the full version. No matter how good the program group is, can it be compared with the one recorded in the recording studio?"

"Yes, yes! I'll go right away."

"Wait for me upstairs, I'll go too."

"I'm back again, can anyone tell me who Ye Zhiqiu's manager is?"

"Gold agent Tao Ranran."

"It's been changed a long time ago. Tao Ranran is now leading Qiao Chuming."

"Then who is his agent now, does anyone know?"

Ye Zhiqiu's song reached its climax, the birds chirped, the leaves swayed to the accompaniment, the insects cooperated intermittently, and pedestrians beat drums on the roadside. The combination of nature and city was beautiful and warm.

Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and immersed himself in the music.Duan Weiyong was so arrogant that he thought it was a song written for him, and condescendingly criticized that the song was not beautiful and romantic enough.When the original owner wrote it, besides love, there were other beauties in the world in his mind. He loved this world so passionately and sincerely.

Despite his social terror, despite all the criticisms he has suffered, and despite his cruel treatment, none of them can erase his love for life and the world in his heart.

The original owner left early, leaving the world's guesses only Xiaoqingxiaoai.

Ye Zhiqiu thought: Let him take this opportunity to bring "Moonlight" to the world in its original form.

Qiao Chuming, who was squatting in the live broadcast room, frowned. The person who could accurately describe Duan Weiyong's music in the square couldn't keep up with the train of thought of the barrage at this moment.

He could tell that it was a cheerful piece with a strong sense of rhythm that made people want to dance, but he didn't recognize any life, nature, or world.

At this moment, his level and his level of playing the violin have reached an astonishing consistency—better than those who have never learned it, and far worse than those who are professional.

At the end of the song, Ye Zhiqiu put down the piano, "The performance of "Moonlight" is over, thank you for listening. This is a song written for the world, and I can finally meet you in its entirety. I hope you like it."

The audience at the scene couldn't get back to their senses for a long time. After a while, they didn't know who applauded first. The applause was sparse, especially obvious on the empty beach. Soon more and more people came back to their senses. Stacked, there is no end, the sound is layered together, getting louder and louder, and the applause is thunderous.

Ye Zhiqiu stood by the bonfire, thinking: Did you see it?

Your song will never be heard again.

"Kneel, kneel, kneel."

"Who is convinced, it's me."

"Who is kneeling, it's me."

"So whoever has the contact information of his manager, I'll go and ask him to make a studio version."

"Who knows, go to the topic, he should be able to see it."

"good idea."

A group of people opened the software and brought up the topic.

"It's not my fault. He has this level of composition and performance. Why didn't he succeed in interviewing the third team's substitute? Is the current orchestra already good enough for this?"

"Impossible, at this level, is it better to pull Duan Weiyong out?"

"Just to tell a joke, Qiao Chuming, who was selected, was fired because he couldn't keep up with the orchestra's level and made many mistakes in performance."

The barrage became more and more off-track, and finally someone remembered the topic: "No, aren't we here to eat melons? Where are the melons?"

"This is melon, Ye Zhiqiu's song was not written for Duan Weiyong."

"Can this be called a melon? Why don't we just clarify it?"

"What are the paparazzi doing? Just for this little thing, do you start a live broadcast collectively? Is it boring or not?"

Qiao Chuming stared at the "watch" closely. At this moment, the 97 that was supposed to break through not only lost its upward momentum, but also had the risk of falling. Qiao Chuming was horrified.

The progress bar fluctuates back and forth on 97.

Qiao Chuming was so nervous that he couldn't breathe: keep it, keep it, don't drop it!

The progress bar didn't hear his request, and dropped 97.

Qiao Chuming trembled as if his whole body was electrified, his pupils constricted, and he stared at the bright red "96", as if he was about to eat people.

Qiao Chuming's body seemed to be unable to move except for trembling. He only turned his head in a small direction mechanically so that he could focus on the mobile phone. The screen of the mobile phone was still black, and no one called him.

Qiao Chuming was startled, and even crawled a few minutes away from the phone.

"Director, director," the staff member looked for the director of the program group with his mobile phone: "Look at this live broadcast, the paparazzi live broadcast room is broadcasting our variety show, what should I do?"

The director suddenly stood up, "Check! Check along the direction of the live broadcast! Search one by one in the woods over there."

"Yes!"

The staff pulled out a few people to maintain order in the arena, and the others carried the guy into the woods, aggressively, as if they were going to fight the paparazzi.

The paparazzi have a bad eye and sneak out of the tree, and the camera becomes shaky.

"Hey, what's wrong with the camera? It's dangling."

"The paparazzi have been discovered. Before the variety show was broadcast, the materials were stolen."

"Run, I see the staff coming."

"So what about today's big melon?"

"I waited for a long time, not to listen to Ye Zhiqiu's song OK? I want to eat melon."

Duan Weiyong's lower lip trembled, restraining the turbulent emotions in his heart, he went forward, "Is this... the moonlight?"

Ye Zhiqiu passed him by without leaving him a word.

Duan Weiyong interrupted the original owner's performance when he appeared in "Moonlight" for the first time publicly, claiming that he insulted the music.

I don't know if he insulted the music Ye Zhiqiu, but Duan Weiyong insulted the original owner's mind and work.

Duan Weiyong clung behind Ye Zhiqiu not too far away, even though he tiptoed around, with Ye Zhiqiu's extraordinary ear, he still caught them all in his ears.

The paparazzi were chased by the program staff and ran around. The staff chased them wherever it was safe to go. The staff watched them panic and go into the sea from the dense forest all the way, and then turned back.

The paparazzi boarded the boat parked on the shore, and left towards the opposite bank without looking back. After the boat sailed for a long time, one of the paparazzi turned around quietly, exchanged a look with a certain staff member on the shore, and exchanged a "you know" " look.

This "staff" is the paparazzi who sneaked into the staff in the afternoon, code-named Fangzhu.

The paparazzi lowered the brim of his hat, and the miniature camera was hidden in his black work clothes. It was getting late, and he and the staff left together to go to the backstage to finish the work.

Ye Zhiqiu returned the Qin to the program team, and after confirming with the program team that there was no camera of his own, Ye Zhiqiu's camera was recorded and he could leave the scene, so he turned around, "What do you want to do?"

The paparazzi Fang Zhuan took a broom, slowly swept the ground, and approached them without any trace.

Duan Weiyong was embarrassed: "I, I..." Duan Weiyong's words stopped on his lips, he didn't know how to continue, just like his current mood, a mess.

Ye Zhiqiu said: "If you want to publicly terminate the engagement, you can do whatever you want, and my studio will issue a statement later. Is there anything else?"

The melon eaters on the Internet have run out of patience. Today is simply a game of pranks. First, all the big paparazzi collectively announced that they will broadcast live at [-] pm, making it look like the biggest melon in the entertainment industry. I listened to Ye Zhiqiu's music once, what does it have to do with melons?

Under the preview of the paparazzi's live broadcast, the people who were brushed complained one after another: "Do you talk about credibility? Did you get paid to keep it quiet?"

"Please talk about professional ethics, even if you keep it quiet, give us another melon."

"Being kicked up and down by other people's program crew, do you see it for yourself? Can you shoot the evidence first before live broadcasting next time? Can you?"

The boss of "Today's Tracking" spat hard on the ground: "Which grandson sent false information to grandpa, so that grandpa squatted until he killed him, and gave birth to a son without something."

"Fucking farts every day." The boss was furious, and he glanced at the younger brother who came to report today, and kicked him in the ass: "Have you got a brain, what kind of rubbish news?" It’s also brought to us, without any accompanying evidence, and it’s all based on plain words. How can you believe this kind of material? Are you a three-year-old child and you believe what others say?”

The little brother was kicked so hard that he didn't dare to speak, and he scolded the person who sent the anonymous email in his heart.

The boss got angry and kicked him again.

Behind the boss is a surveillance camera connected to the paparazzi brick left on the island. In the camera, Ye Zhiqiu and Duan Weiyong are confronting each other.

"Boss, boss!" The younger brother caught a few key words, and his voice was changing with excitement.

"Go away, don't call me."

"Boss, look behind you!" The little brother trembled excitedly: "Here comes the melon, the melon really comes!!"

The boss turned his head suspiciously, just in time to hear Ye Zhiqiu's words "the studio issued a statement".The boss was excited all over, "Hurry up and broadcast live! We are exclusive now!"

"Good boy, Brick is really capable."

Other paparazzi heard the news and used another mobile phone to broadcast the monitoring content live.

"Why is this live broadcast room open again? I'm speechless. Can you be more specific. I really thought we were all free."

"Holy shit, no wonder there are melons today, so they are here."

In the video, Duan Weiyong stands dejectedly in front of Ye Zhiqiu. Ye Zhiqiu's face is indifferent, with his hands in his pockets, and his dislike for Duan Weiyong is clear at a glance.

The author says:

Fang Brick: I am so awesome, I need a collection and comment reward.

There is another update, wait for me, love you all——

I forgot to say in this chapter that this is the author's first v article, and the subscription income of this article will be donated in the name of genuine readers after the end.