A brand new main line with very high difficulty tasks.
Before time travel, Earth's prizes had already been spoiled. An English song actually won the Best Chinese Song Award, which shows the power of capital.
However, no matter how bad the award is, it takes more than ten years or decades to gain popularity.
The best way to get recognition for an award is through the official platform.
Even the cultural and recreational associations are not enough.
The big bosses from the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment need to personally take action.
But he is not the chairman now.
It's too far away from the big guys.
"No wonder the system said it couldn't be completed this year. The rewards for completing it ahead of schedule are so scary."
"It turns out that the chairman didn't even hope to complete it before..."
Dong Dong... The sound of the table knocking drew his attention back.
Oriana looked at him arrogantly: "Have you considered it?"
Zhao Ziluo smiled: "The World Cup is a world championship. So many music fans in Asia and the Pacific know me. You can just let anyone go up and support my songs. Aren't you afraid of revealing your secret?"
His mood suddenly brightened.
Yes, the right to speak culturally must be held in one's own hands.
The Oron Awards are awesome, and that’s because of America’s decades of work.
Then wouldn’t it be the end of the world if I didn’t win the Olympic Award?
On the contrary, Oriana regards the Orion Award as a taboo for white people. If he creates an award, he will vigorously attract white people.
Let the world be proud of his award.
Not urgent.
Take it step by step.
He suddenly stopped being angry because he had found a greater goal in life.
In comparison, Oriana looks like a clown.
"Not just anyone." Oriana raised her eyebrows: "Pierre, the Samsung Music God. I will make an announcement in the name of the Orion Awards judge. He wrote this song under your pen name."
Zhao Ziluo smiled: "You are scared."
Xia Lingling had finished all the food on the table. It was obvious that the two people around her were in the same situation, but she didn't care at all.
"The quality of "WAKAWAKA" is too high, and you are afraid that the Olympic Awards will have to award me the golden song of the year."
"When you ask for help, you have to have a begging attitude. Look at you, you are obviously asking for me, but you act like you are showing mercy to yourself."
Oriana pursed her lips tightly and looked at Zhao Ziluo like a dead person.
The anger in her heart was already boiling over, and she had to hold it back.
The other party completely spoke to her heart!
Yellow-skinned monkeys must not be allowed to get the Oron Award! It is a great gift to give them the best newcomer!
She was indeed afraid.
But Zhao Ziluo's words were not finished yet.
It was like a heavy hammer, sending sparks flying everywhere.
"If there is no "WAKAWAKA" as the best hit, fans around the world will not agree, let alone the number of downloads of "WAKAWAKA"."
"Unless someone can surpass this song's record in the second half of the year...but I'm sorry, I don't mean who."
Zhao Ziluo's voice was calm, but full of arrogance.
"I mean, no one in the entire West China music scene can surpass this song!!"
Even on Earth, it is one of the top five most-played English songs in the world!
The three divine songs of the World Cup are not just played!
Snapped--!
Oriana clasped the knife and fork in her hand fiercely: "Are you so sure?"
"Ms. Oriana." Xia Lingling finally spoke.
She wiped her mouth and said calmly: "Admit it."
"This kind of song appears in the World Cup year. It is the king of this year and is invincible."
Her eyes sharpened: "Have you forgotten, the singer is me, Aqina Xia Lingling!! World superstar!"
"If you want to take action on this song, I, and the company behind me, will never sit idly by!"
Oriana stood up with a livid face, and left without saying a word.
"Wait a minute." Just as she walked to the door, Zhao Ziluo suddenly said.
"I just said that there is no one in Xilu who can fight. Are you dissatisfied?"
Oriana didn't even look back: "I don't know how high the world is, but the three-star music god of Asia Pacific and the three-star music god of Xilu are not on the same level."
Zhao Ziluo nodded: "Very good."
"Then let me tell you, from now until the end of the year, people from Xilu will not be able to touch the throne of number one."
"I got it."
The door slammed shut, and Oriana's sneering voice came: "Idiot."
"Let's finish the World Cup mid-field show first. Don't finally write a good song and then fail it in the mid-field show."
After the door closed, Zhao Ziluo picked up the knife and fork and prepared to have a meal.
Then……
"Did you eat so fast?!"
The tone of his voice changed: "Where's my smoked lamb chop! At least save one portion!!"
He looked at Xia Lingling resentfully: "You have gained weight."
Faced with such a vicious attack, Xia Lingling didn't take it seriously: "It's ridiculous. I'll beat you ten times a day for my exercise."
Zhao Ziluo:......
Does the other party have any misunderstanding about me?
Seeing that she had silenced the other party, Xia Lingling pressed the call button. When the waiter came in, she said proudly: "Please order the best menu."
Wait for the waiter to clear away the tableware and leave, then pour them champagne again. Then she shook her goblet and spoke slowly.
"This old witch is really stingy. She only ordered the cheapest set meal for us."
"So? Is this the reason why you ate it all?" Zhao Ziluo was obviously still upset.
"Hey! Why are you so stingy!" Xia Lingling glared at him and suddenly lowered her voice: "By the way, you just said that you will prevent the Xilu people from winning the championship in all the next months. Is that true?"
Zhao Ziluo nodded lightly.
"That……"
"Can."
Xia Lingling immediately laughed. She wanted to ask if there was a song that suited her.
"But you have to take one of my bands into the Westland market."
"no problem."
…………
Oriana returned to the hotel with a livid face, and then immediately called her cell phone.
"Sorry, it didn't work."
"This is normal." A man's voice rang on the phone: "You should put down your paranoia. I have always been disapproving of your control of the Oron Awards."
"Music belongs to the world, and the three-star music gods of Asia-Pacific are no weaker than those of Xilu. You are too subjective."
Oriana's anger exploded instantly.
"Is this for me?"
"Xilu Entertainment has led the world for decades! China's entertainment industry lags behind us in terms of technology and concepts!"
"Backward entertainment is not worthy of being a trendsetter! The Oriental Awards recognize world music leaders! We don't need a leader who comes from a barren entertainment industry!"
She gritted her teeth and said, "This is to maintain the purity of the O Wing Award bloodline!"
There was no answer on the phone for a long time.
With a faint sigh, the other party hung up the phone.
Oriana hung up the phone angrily.
Why?
Why don’t everyone understand themselves?
Obviously when America was the world leader, everyone felt that what they were doing was right.
But when China became number one in the world, they asked themselves to learn to face China squarely?
It's ridiculous to give up your noble blood for money!
"Then let me take a look." After a long time, she calmed down and sat on the sofa and drank coffee.
"It is said that starting from the halftime show, we must make ourselves engraved in the history of the West Continent."
"I want to see who gave this monkey such courage!!!"
If it's smashed... no, not even a little bit imperfect.
She will give the most severe criticism as the chief judge of the Oron Awards!
Do yellow people want to speak out in the world of Western Continent?
If companies like the BBC and MATA can't suppress it, she doesn't mind doing it herself.
The time soon came to the day of the World Cup.
Her status is naturally that of an invited guest.
The opening ceremony started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and at 11:30 noon, a special car came to pick her up - the area around the stadium was already so full of water that it was almost impossible to move without the official car!
By the time she arrived at the scene, the entire stadium had turned into a sea of football!
The airship in the sky has already pulled out banners from various countries, and color films are being sprinkled down as if they are free of charge.
The huge football stadium was packed with seats, and even though there were only some amateur performances, the previous golden goals played on the big screen made the cheers louder and louder.
Fans wearing the uniforms of each team are no longer rare, and there are countless people whose faces are dyed in the team's colors.
"Alba——!!" Someone shouted with a loudspeaker. The entire area stood up!
They were all dressed in Alba's colors and had yellow and green face paint.
"oh--!!"
As the last champion, Alba fans are overwhelming!
With this sound, the crowd was like a wave, automatically standing at the bottom left, rising and falling, extremely shocking!
I don’t know who it was, but he roared angrily: “Fa Lian!!”
Suddenly, the war drums beat, and as the Falian team with the second highest support rate, there were rows of big drums behind them! And there are quite a few trombones!
Wuwuwu——!
It was played irregularly at first, but soon it became the national anthem of the Falian Country - the Falian March!
Swipe, pull, pull... Along with the cheers of each team, huge banners fell down, all of which were the current main lineup of this team.
Even though she had participated three times, Oriana still felt shocked.
"This kind of enthusiasm can only be matched by superstar concerts."
She sighed with emotion.
But.
She immediately looked toward the aisle.
The half-time show of Blue Star's World Cup opening game lasted forty minutes.
This is to allow both teams to fully rest and give their most exciting games.
“For such an event, the icing on the cake is the best.”
"What I'm most afraid of are those self-righteous fools who can't even achieve mediocrity... If they hold back the World Cup, I'm afraid he won't be able to secure his position as a director."
"WAKAWAKA" is really good.
But this is the halftime show!
A show is not a concert!
Kong Fang has never participated in a large-scale show!
She waited patiently to see the joke, preparing her most critical gaze.
The opening game was between Alba, the previous champion, and Fallian, and the screams from the audience never stopped.
A wonderful interplay of offense and defense. When forty-five minutes passed, the audience, whose throats were hoarse, had been collectively ignited with enthusiasm!
At this moment, they need a barrel of oil.
A bomb.
Detonate all the enthusiasm of the audience!
