He Zun and Li Xiangjie were so excited that they were as if they fell into a whirlpool of happiness.

He thought of getting up and greeting him several times, or rushing to his idol to take a photo, or asking for an autograph, rather than saying a sentence or two. However, seeing Leng Hui's humble attitude, he only opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Is this still the lead singer of the Black Snake Photon on the stage? Is this still the proud man who shouts not to surrender to the powerful in rock songs? Is this still Leng Hui, who always claims to be alone in the world?

The soul singer who once looked cold and faced all fans was now like an office clerk, bowing to the man in front of him, with a look of dog legs on his face. He sat next to Liang Bohua, and even dared to sit half of his butt.

Countless contradictory questions impacted He Zun's brain, and he was confused.

Liang Bohua reached out to signal and introduced: "This is Jun Shao, and these are all friends of Jun Shao." However, he did not point out the Jun Shao's name. I think Jun Shao's score is very big, so there is no need to explain it to them at all.

Qiao Song and others became more and more frightened and raised their glasses toast with anxiety.

Looking at the Jun Jun, he had a calm expression, elegant manners, friendly smiles, and his every move was like a big shot. He looked like a noble young man. Although he was dressed very sloppy and the advertising T-shirt on his chest was very dazzling, wouldn't he begging others for a unique and unique person? Even if the superiors like to beg for food along the street and spend 30 yuan to find old vegetable peels overnight, would you dare to care?

I heard that the chairman of the committee is wearing black, white and gray trousers and shirts all day long, and he looks like a township cadre when he goes in and out. But no one can praise him in person that is the kingly style?

Song Baojun took the right measure and asked a few people's names with a smile, and everyone said it.

"Mr. Leng, I heard you sing well just now. Several of my sister's classmates are your loyal fans. I think it's very reasonable to be famous. How many concerts are planned to hold next year?"

Leng Hui just sweated and smiled apologized: "Thank you, Mr. Jun, for your care. There is no plan to hold a concert yet."

"That's not good. A lot of fans are looking forward to it. I won't hold a concert anymore. I'm so disappointed."

Leng Hui smiled bitterly. How could this concert be done just by saying it? It’s not a popular star. There are only a few thousand loyal fans, and even record companies don’t buy it. They lack funds, audiences, and market value. To put it nicely, they don’t care about the world’s perspective, but to put it ugly, they are stupid.

So he carefully said: "Mr. Jun Wu misunderstood. It is really difficult to hold a concert. Funds, companies, markets, and all aspects need to be coordinated. We don't have much staff to manage it, and there is not enough time. I wrote several songs last month, but I didn't have time to rehearse..."

"After all, isn't it because you are not popular?" Song Baojun interrupted his nagging words with a smile.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's face showed a hint of embarrassment. Even Song Jingtong couldn't help but pull his sleeve and complained: "Brother, how could you say that?" It was so embarrassing to slap people in the face.

Leng Hui had to laugh foolishly. This was a bloody fact, but the facts were so pitiful.

Song Baojun had heard of Black Snake Photon before and knew that they were idols of the Crazy Draw Domineering Trio, and his style was more popular than the non-mainstream Shamatt Dark Heavy Metal. Today, he witnessed it with his own eyes and sang a song, and felt it more realistically. After the insight of the vulgar personality and the analysis level of philosophical personality, he had a new understanding of their impression.

If you want to become popular with this style, there will be problems in society!

"I have a few immature opinions below. I know why you can't become famous. Are you willing to listen to me?"

"I hope Jun Shao will give me advice!" Leng Hui and Qiao Song looked at each other, squeezed out a literary word, and put on a sensual attitude.

People who can persist for more than ten years have been playing rock. Most of them are independent, rebellious, and decadent. They often think that they are the best. They need to change not themselves but others, they do not listen to other people's opinions, nor do they care about other people's ideas.

However, even if you don’t want to listen to the opinions of the Entertainment and Culture Review Bureau, you have to listen to them. After all, a person’s life is only once.

Song Baojun lit a cigarette and glanced at Leng Hui lightly: "What is the essence of Mr. Leng's music?"

Leng Hui was stunned for a moment before answering: "Music is an art of expressing emotions."

"So what is rock and roll?" Song Baojun continued to ask.

"Well, I think rock is the idea carried by music. Every band and every singer have their own rock."

Song Baojun nodded, swallowed a puff of cigarette, and said, "Indeed, every music and every song are the carrier of thought, and even the ugliest "Rat Loves Rice" has its meaning. Then I ask you again, why are your thoughts not accepted by the public?"

Leng Hui thought about it and felt that the question was not easy to answer. He circled around in his mind and replied: "The life of the public is too numb. Everyone is like walking corpses, mechanically living day after day. And our music is too intense, far beyond everyone's perception, and it is normal not to be recognized by everyone. When they wake up, they may understand that my song is what they want."

Song Baojun said: "How do you make sure that the people will accept your thoughts when they wake up? What is the essence of your thoughts?"
Chapter completed!