When the host saw Wen Zheng coming on stage, he immediately smiled and asked, "I heard that your boss spent a lot of money to buy you the opportunity to perform in the finale. Is this true?"
As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.
How can you ask such a question? It seems that the organizer is determined to kill someone today.
Wen Zheng glanced at the malicious host beside him and smiled instead of getting angry.
However, before he could speak, the host laughed again and said: "I think with your strength, you don't need to spend money. It's better not to believe the rumors on the Internet. However, your luck seems to be a bit worse today. You have not been nominated seven times."
How do you feel now that you won the award?"
Wen Zheng suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and laughed at himself: "Please call me Wen Bu Sheng, hahaha..."
The host was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and praised: "You have a good mentality. Although you have lost consecutively today, I still want to ask, how do you evaluate your opponents?"
Wen Zheng frowned.
The other party obviously wants to carry out the matter to the end. Since you are blatantly targeting me and want to see my jokes, then why should I save face for you?
He replied without hesitation: "No one can win! The Chinese Golden Melody Award, but the winner is an English song, what a joke!"
As soon as these words came out, many award-winning artists and even netizens felt that these words were a bit excessive, and there was a bit of a sour taste in them.
The host noticed the change in his mentality, so he added fuel to the fire and asked: "Do you think the previous awards were all jokes? Then if you lose to someone you look down on, is it a joke in itself?"
"Correction, I'm just talking about individual awards, don't change the concept."
Wen Zheng calmed down a little and said with a smile, "Okay, that's the fact. It's useless for us to talk more. I always like to speak with strength."
The host kindly reminded: "I hope that being nominated seven times and not winning will affect your performance. Don't forget your words or go out of tune later. I wish you good luck!"
In a corner under the stage.
Wang Datian from Supreme Entertainment couldn't help but laugh: "He's such a tough talker, do you really think we can give him an award? Come to our territory, how can you not be treated like a monkey by us? That girl Lin Qingge is still too young, haha..."
The boss of Feifan Entertainment, Liang Long, answered: "Speaking of strength? Humph, I don't believe it. At this moment, in this situation, he can still control the whole scene."
"Watch the show, I've already arranged a backup plan!"
Gao Fushun, the boss of Royal Entertainment, looked at Wen Zheng on the stage and sneered repeatedly.
In this way, Wen Zheng's finale performance can be regarded as officially beginning with much anticipation.
"Exaggerated"
Singer: Wen Zheng...
When the song information appeared on the screen, everyone was still surprised.
Wen Zheng has released a new song!
When the artists at the scene listened to the prelude of this song, their faces were ashen, or they had complicated expressions, or they were tutting and smiling bitterly.
Being in the same era as Wen Zhengsheng, they were lucky because they witnessed the rise of a genius; they were also unfortunate because Wen Zheng was too dazzling and had completely obscured their light.
The intro of the song is as seismic as ever.
"If someone asks me, I will tell it, but no one comes, and I look forward to it until I feel helpless..."
Wen Zheng spoke like a whisper, like the murmur of a frustrated person, making countless people instantly feel the loss and helplessness in his heart at this moment.
Some netizens couldn't help but sigh: Wen Zheng is indeed Wen Zheng. When I listen to his songs, I feel like I'm listening to a story every time.
"You think I'm exaggerating. I'm exaggerating just because I'm afraid..."
"Actually, I'm afraid of being forgotten, so I decided to enlarge the show. I'm worried about how to be elegant..."
The whole audience couldn't help but frown as they sang the chorus.
They had to admire Wen Zheng's singing skills. Anyway, they asked themselves that they were not up to this level, especially the artist who had just snatched the trophy from Wen Zheng. At this moment, he felt ashamed.
There had long been rumors that Wen Zheng was invincible on the spot, but he didn't take it seriously at first. But now when he heard it and looked at the trophy in his hand, he felt ashamed.
I just feel that the organizers of the Golden Melody Awards have pushed them to the forefront.
With Wen Zheng's ability, he didn't win an award tonight. This really shouldn't be the case. It's indeed a bit excessive!
Coupled with the lyrics sung by Wen Zheng, it is obvious that the resentment of frustration is vividly displayed. Every sentence seems to be a torture of their souls, but those who are truly capable can only accompany them seven times.
Perhaps Wen Zheng's statement that there is no one who can fight is not arrogance. He has the strength to say this!
Just when everyone's expressions were complicated and their thoughts were obscure, something unexpected happened on the stage.
The accompaniment was still playing, but Wen Zheng's voice was instantly lost.
Everyone immediately realized that the microphone was silent!
Wen Zheng was shocked and immediately realized that someone had done it deliberately. Otherwise, the staff would not have made such a low-level mistake on such an important occasion.
He was heartbroken and simply put down the microphone. His penetrating voice still spread the singing throughout the scene.
Although the back row couldn’t hear it very clearly, it was enough to shock people!
Gao Fushun, who had stolen the chicken but failed to lose the rice, suddenly changed his color and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why is he so strong? God-level reflexes save the day, he can sing this effect without a microphone, is he still a human?!"
Liang Long sneered: "This song is also nonsense. Who is it satirizing? Himself? Or us? Humph!"
Countless netizens watching the live broadcast looked confused. They were listening with great interest when Wen Zheng's voice suddenly disappeared. If the accompaniment hadn't been playing, I don't know how many people would have subconsciously thought that their computers or mobile phones were broken.
Already.
Just when Wen Zheng thought he had escaped a disaster, unexpectedly, something went wrong with the accompaniment again. It played intermittently, sometimes like a cassette, and sometimes completely silent.
If the rhythm is gone, how can we still sing?
At this time, everyone was thinking the same thing. Even if Wen Zheng wanted to sing, the accompaniment was always absent and he was not given a chance at all.
Wen Zheng looked normal on the stage and chose to finish singing calmly.
There was no accompaniment, so he sang a cappella. Anyway, he didn't even have a microphone, and there wasn't much left in the song. He was barefoot at the moment and wasn't afraid of wearing shoes.
"You think I'm exaggerating! I'm not afraid of a few boos."
"I'm here. If it's boring, can you watch the performance? Is it hysterical enough? Let me shed tears. I just want to surprise you!"
The artists at the scene were really surprised. They didn't expect that the accompaniment disrupted the rhythm, but it could continue singing, so some people subconsciously started humming along. Anyway, they had heard the chorus once and barely remembered the lyrics.
As a result, more and more people follow the trend, turning the disappointing awards ceremony into a concert in an instant.
"Look at me, don't just look at the ceiling... don't forget that someone is speaking out for you."
When the last verse was sung, thunderous applause erupted.
Wen Zheng's performance was enough to convince everyone present. If it were them in a situation like this tonight, they might have been confused when the microphone went silent, not to mention the accompaniment problem later.
The bosses of the three major companies in the entertainment industry in the corner looked as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly.
They couldn't help but ask in their hearts: Why is Wen Zheng so difficult to deal with? They wanted to make him embarrassed again, but why did he turn his worries into joy?
Suddenly, an assistant trotted over and whispered: "Wen Zheng's fans are making trouble outside and want to seek justice for him. The three bosses should leave first. More and more people are gathering outside. Maybe later.
There will be riots."
Wang Dadian frowned and sighed: "Is it so exaggerated?"