"Do you understand now?" Lu Fei smiled and said, "You can like my music, but don't treat me as your idol. In fact, I've always been an ordinary person, a very ordinary person. Do you think my performance in life is very different?"
"No. Lu Fei, why do you have to hide? If you can sing like you did just now and make an album, you will definitely become the best singer in the world! Believe me, you can definitely do it! " Huang Zitao said very seriously. Probably even a fool would know that Lu Fei could become the best singer in the world.
Everyone present could come to this conclusion. Could it be that Lu Fei himself didn't know? When Lu Fei first prepared to release an album, his producer said that Lu Fei wouldn't be a superstar in the music industry, or even a superstar in the music industry in the world.
At that time, Chinese -style songs would cause a frenzy in the international music industry. Many people said that Chinese music was at least 20 years behind foreign music. Of course, this was the overall standard. If Lu Fei was released, they would find that Lu Fei's standard was at least 100 times better than foreign music. What was soul music? Perhaps Lu Fei's voice and Lu Fei's compositions could be called soul music!
"I can't answer your question. I only want to say that if I really succeed, then what about you? What about singers like you? Will you continue to be in this industry? If I change the standard of appreciation of Chinese music fans, then where will those singers like you go? "
Lu Fei was very straightforward. Yes, it was Guoguo's disdain. It was indeed a kind of disdain. In fact, Lu Fei didn't have any intention of ridicule. It was just that this kind of music really didn't have any technical content to speak of. It was simply to tease the audience.
Saying that Huang Zitao was a singer was giving him face. Saying that he wasn't, he knew it in his heart. He knew exactly what he was capable of, but everyone had their own preferences, so Lu Fei had never said which style of music was better or which was worse.
Everyone likes music like "Little Apple". You can't possibly use your own level of appreciation to judge everyone's tastes, right?
"Alright, you're right. I know you can't do it. You don't have the strength, and you don't want to do it. Since you can't change this world, you can only learn to adapt to it. I understand, Lu Fei. Don't worry, from now on, I will do my best to make my music well and let my fans have a certain level of appreciation. "
Huang Zitao said seriously. In fact, he didn't have many fans. Most of his fans were there for his popularity, or maybe it was because he was more "handsome". Of course, in the hearts of his fans, Huang Zitao was definitely the most handsome. There was no doubt about that.
In Lu Fei's eyes, Huang Zitao really couldn't be called handsome. Well, maybe in Lu Fei's mind, there was no accurate definition of handsome.
Lu Fei also knew that most of his fans were there for his appearance. He was far more popular than his songs, and he was more popular than his movies. Many girls were willing to spend money to buy his photos, but they were not willing to buy his movie tickets or albums. But today, in the whole of Asia, his album sales had reached 100 million copies. It was three times that of Jay, five times that of Leehom, and almost the same as Michael Jackson's album sales.
"You can think whatever you want. Thank you for being able to listen to my song patiently." As usual, Lu Fei bowed to everyone to express his gratitude. Then there was a burst of warm applause. The applause was like thunder on the ground. The staff at the scene also applauded. It couldn't be helped. Lu Fei's song was really good.
Basically, everyone present had tears in their eyes. Lu Fei's song made everyone cry. Everyone was moved by Lu Fei's magical voice. His voice seemed to have a magical power. It could not only move people, but it was also like a sharp bayonet, fiercely stabbing people's hearts. That feeling was very, very painful.
The tears might be because of this.
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The applause was like firecrackers. It lasted for nearly four minutes before it stopped under Ruan Zhixiang's instructions.
Ruan Zhixiang asked. Just now, he was moved to tears by Lu Fei's song. Until now, he still hadn't completely recovered.
"Good, that's great. I want to listen to it again!" Everyone shouted in unison. There was no need to mention how excited they were. It could only be said that Lu Fei's song was really good. Even an old guy like Wei Dong was moved. He believed that once the show was broadcast, people all over the country would be moved.
It couldn't be helped. Who asked his singing to be so charming? Even Wei Dong himself didn't know how to describe that feeling.
100 million yuan was simply worth it. As long as this show had Lu Fei, it was basically set to surpass the last season. There was no doubt about this.
"Haha. You are really greedy. It's good enough to be able to listen to such a song. Do you know how much a ticket to Lu Fei's concert costs? It's said that there's an auction somewhere. It's a whole one million yuan. We've made a lot of money! "Ruan Zhixiang said with a smile.
If he was Lu Fei's fan just a moment ago, then he had already become Lu Fei's die-hard fan now. If it weren't for work, he would have rushed over to ask for an autograph without hesitation — it was really not easy to see Lu Fei, let alone listen to Lu Fei sing.
In fact, he still had some selfish motives when he called out Lu Fei just now. He just wanted to listen to Lu Fei's singing. Ruan Zhixiang had listened to the song called "Fury" that Lu Fei sang at least a thousand times.
"Lu Fei, now that I have time, I want to ask you a question. Can you rearrange this team song for us? And you will sing this song again for our Thor Commandos. We will use your version in the future. "At this time, Captain Liu, who was standing in the distance, walked over and said.
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