Chapter 938

PS: Taking a routine two-day leave at the beginning of the month; everyone, don't wait for updates, I'll continue updating on the 3rd.

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"Speaking of which, with Ye-ye finished, doesn't that mean your status as the little emperor of rap can advance even further?"

On the way to the Bazaar Charity Night, Luo Quan chatted with Gao Liang about this matter.

Don't look at how Ye-ye is usually crazy and speaks very inappropriately, and offended quite a few people together with his ex-wife who likes to make trouble.

But when it comes to rap, he is truly a figure of brand-name level; he redefined how rap music should be sung and had a quite huge influence on later rappers.

And even though Gao Liang, relying on the many god-tier rap songs provided by his sister, became the hottest rap artist in Europe and America at the moment and even won a Grammy.

But compared to historical status, he is still quite far behind Ye-ye.

However, the good news is that Ye-ye is finished now, and there is one less person directly pressing on his head; for Gao Liang's rap career, this is definitely a good thing.

"Actually, I quite like listening to this guy's songs; they were a great inspiration to me. It's just that his mouth is really too annoying, always saying some bastard things; this time, he finally brought trouble upon himself."

Gao Liang admires and likes Ye-ye's talent, but at the same time, he deeply regrets his personality, which is as childish as a seven-year-old kid.

As for the current situation of being deserted by his followers, it's entirely Ye-ye's own doing.

Of course, if Ye-ye came to develop in China like Gao Liang, maybe he could continue to develop.

After all, there isn't that set of political correctness in China like in the West; whether you curse Jews, white people, or black people, it doesn't matter, and there's even a large group cursing along with you.

In addition, Ye-ye also studied in elementary school in China for a year when he was a child, so he can be considered half "one of our own."

Finally, rap is currently in a period of vigorous development in China, and the heat is quite high; young people really like this type of music. It's no exaggeration to say it's the hottest music type right now, which can be seen from the many rap variety shows on the market.

If a rapper of Ye-ye's level were willing to go on a show to provide guidance to Chinese rappers, the variety show would definitely explode in popularity.

This is equivalent to letting Luo Quan go on "Actors Please Take Your Place" as an acting mentor; just hearing about it, one knows it would have great sales.

Gao Liang is doing exactly this kind of thing now; the two rap variety shows he appeared on this year took the first and second place in popularity for similar variety shows.

If Ye-ye came, and the two of them—one teaching trainees fast-mouth techniques, the other teaching trainees arrangement techniques—maybe they could really cultivate a few good rappers.

Of course, these only exist in imagination; Ye-ye is currently only banned and hasn't reached the point of having no way out.

If he really had no way out, he wouldn't necessarily come to China; one can only say there's this possibility.

While chatting, the car's speed gradually slowed down; Luo Quan and Gao Liang both tidied up their clothes, preparing to get out of the car.

Mia also checked herself in the mirror in the front seat, quite concerned about her image for her first appearance with Gao Liang at a major occasion.

Although she isn't a celebrity, she is the granddaughter of a former world's richest man, and coupled with her relationship with Gao Liang, she is considered a celebrity of some size, so the Bazaar Charity Night invited Mia while inviting Gao Liang.

Charity is not an unfamiliar word for her, having grown up in a wealthy family.

Her grandfather and father often did charity.

She also often heard that those Wall Street tycoons often use charity as a way to escape the high American wealth tax and inheritance tax.

The specific operation process is to establish a charitable trust fund and roll the money into it; on the surface, it's for charity, but the ultimate major beneficiary is still their own descendants.

In Mia's memory, her grandfather had also established a similar trust foundation, but besides that, he had also donated quite a lot of money in other places in a real way.

And her grandfather often educated her to extend a helping hand to the poor, because for them, a sum of money not worth mentioning could potentially save a life or change a life for a poor family.

So ever since Mia started working, she would also occasionally help some poor children suffering from incurable diseases online, although the donation amount wasn't particularly large, it could be considered contributing her own love.

As for this Bazaar Charity Night, she is just accompanying Gao Liang to join in the fun and won't necessarily donate a lot of money.

But as the image of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Albert family, she still has to maintain her composure.

After all, appearing in the same frame as Luo Quan, any slight flaw would turn into an execution scene, because without comparison, there is no harm.

Mia is actually quite confident in her own appearance, but that's when facing ordinary people.

As for Luo Quan, she believes that no matter who faces her, they would feel like the two wicked and ugly stepsisters next to Cinderella.

And the contrast would be even more obvious.

"We're here." The driver reminded the passengers softly.

Two business cars slowly stopped by the roadside, the car doors opened, and a pair of red high heels stepped out.

Tonight, Luo Quan chose a slightly more glamorous look, and her evening gown was also wine red.

As for whether it's considered low-cut, that depends on how the netizens interpret it.

Anyway, the large patch of snow-white skin on her collarbone was exposed, but unlike some female celebrities, she didn't want to expose her flat thoracic vertebrae.

For an evening gown, this piece of hers is quite decent, neither too high nor too low, just right.

"It's been a long time since I've been to such a big occasion; I'm actually a little excited inside."

Wen Xia walked to Luo Quan's side, with joy that couldn't be concealed on her face.

During this period of time, she was either on the set or staying at home; it really has been a long time since she came to such a place where stars gather to join in the fun.

Luo Quan glared at her reproachfully: "Have some composure, alright? It won't be too late to be excited when we take photos later."

So, the group photo, also known as the "C-position grabbing" segment, is a staple of the Bazaar Charity Night every year.

Although the purpose of this gala is to raise funds, it ultimately invited so many celebrities.

Where there are celebrities, there will inevitably be competition.

Everyone spent money; why can you stand in the most eye-catching position while I can only stand on the side?

So some people are obsessed with grabbing the C-position to gain attention and traffic.

Anyway, the people who get grabbed don't dare to lose their temper in public, and if netizens scold them afterward, it just increases their popularity, so it's almost a guaranteed profit.

Of course, the prerequisite is to have a good enough physique, because others will also grab it; if one is too thin and weak, it's estimated that they would be squeezed to the back in a few moments.

Fortunately, Wen Xia has been practicing her physique quite vigorously this year; she is, at the very least, a martial artist. She can't squeeze past men, but squeezing a few women is still no problem.

But this is just saying it as a joke; Luo Quan and the artists in the company are relatively laid-back. If they really encounter such an occasion, they would probably consciously stay away from the center of the event.

After all, with so many cameras, they can always be filmed; what does it matter if they are in the C-position or not?

Compared to being "black-red" (infamous), they care more about their public favorability.

After getting off the car, Mia took Gao Liang's arm, and Luo Quan, Wen Xia, and Su Yu walked side by side.

Five handsome men and beautiful women immediately became a beautiful landscape on the red carpet.

Because they decided to attend only yesterday, the media, who hadn't received the news in advance, swarmed over as if they had discovered a new continent; the cameras in their hands flashed wildly, wishing they could press the shutter until it broke.

Because they were too excited, many celebrities who were about to enter the venue heard the commotion from outside: Luo Quan is here!

As the undisputed traffic queen of the current internet, Luo Quan's appearance inevitably became the focus of everyone in an instant; this is the so-called "Luo-gravity."

Not just reporters, even the staff and celebrities at the scene couldn't help but cast their gazes, wanting to see what the styling of this world-class top celebrity is tonight.

After seeing clearly, they quickly added in their hearts, she really is beautiful.

Not just beautiful, but also generous.

At least when walking, she didn't "cover her ears to steal a bell" like other female celebrities.

Before going out, she had already checked it herself; as long as she didn't do a backflip, there wouldn't be any wardrobe malfunctions.

Since that's the case, what's the difference between covering up or not?

"Luo Quan, Luo Quan, may I ask what new plans you have for the second half of the year?"

Although it was a charity gala, reporters still asked about topics outside of charity.

"Filming a new movie, singing a new song, appearing on a new show," Luo Quan smiled slightly and answered quickly.

It was as if she said everything, yet as if she said nothing.

Seeing the reporters still wanting to ask, Luo Quan continued: "Tonight is the Bazaar Charity Night; let's talk more about topics related to tonight, don't miss the main business."

Hearing Luo Quan's reminder, a few reporters smiled awkwardly: "Then how much are you planning to donate tonight? Is there a specific number?"

"Charity has no numbers. Before donating, I don't know how much I will donate either, but I certainly hope the funds raised this time can be as much as possible, and helping more people who need it is the purpose of the Bazaar Charity Night."

After Luo Quan finished speaking, she showed a polite smile, then took the pen from a female staff member and left her name on the signature board.

Others were also accepting interviews, but for most of the questions the reporters asked, they used similar rhetoric to Luo Quan's to brush them off.

Gao Liang was very open and chatted quite happily with a few reporters.

Because they were chatting about rap-related topics, and he had recently achieved some results in China, he had a strong desire to express himself.

Perhaps doing rap is always this conversational and unrestrained, also known as "real"; in short, Gao Liang's mouth can hardly keep secrets, and he says whatever comes to mind.

Of course, he can still hold back real secrets, such as him practicing martial arts.

"By the way, Gao Liang, there are a few rap collaborations on the internet recently that launched a Diss against you, feeling that you came to China to fish for money. What is your take on this?"

"Who?" Gao Liang asked with a serious expression.

"Uh... these rappers are quite famous in the domestic rap circle; there are Ham, Tin Can, JQK, and so on."

The reporter thought Gao Liang didn't know about this, so they specifically mentioned the names.

However, Gao Liang still widened his eyes in confusion and repeated again: "Who?"

Now the reporters immediately understood: either Gao Liang really doesn't know these people, or he is expressing that these are nobodies and don't deserve his response.

The reporters felt that the latter possibility was greater.

And this kind of non-response, in some sense, can also be considered a response, although the parties involved might be quite angry.

But just like the meaning Gao Liang truly wanted to express: "You guys who Diss me, who the fuck are you?"

Such a response is also quite satisfactory for the media.

At least there is quite a lot of room to stir up topics, and it's definitely not that kind of calm commercial mutual flattery.

Gao Liang's sister likes to do this kind of thing; if she isn't pushed to the limit, she is always humble and gentle, like everyone's big sister.

And Gao Liang is like a fierce porcupine; whoever dares to lean their face over will immediately be pricked all over with thorns.

If someone takes the initiative to cause trouble, he doesn't tolerate it at all; if he wants to roast them, he roasts them directly; if he doesn't want to roast them, he still has to be sarcastic for a few sentences.

The media loves this kind of celebrity; if all celebrities were like him, why worry about newspapers not selling? Every day, the front page headlines would have big stunts to pull.

However, Gao Liang probably won't make it to the front page headlines today.

Because the Bazaar Charity Night invited two somewhat special guests, and they happened to appear almost right after Luo Quan.

After Luo Quan finished signing, she saw a young boy with a particularly innocent look walk over.

"Oh my, isn't this Ding Zhen?" Gao Liang almost blurted out.

Wen Xia almost couldn't hold it together on the spot; as someone who often browses Bilibili, how could she not know this meme?

However, the way Gao Liang knew it was on Tieba, where Ding Zhen is a top-tier celebrity, with almost unlimited meme creation, and it even evolved into the "Ding Zhen Universe."

"You better behave yourself." Luo Quan poked her little brother with her elbow, afraid that he would go up and greet Ding Zhen.

If he really said something out of line, who knows what it would develop into.

To be honest, if Luo Quan hadn't stopped him, Gao Liang was really prepared to go over and ask for an autograph or something.

That way, he could pull even more stunts when livestreaming; he could even do a "glance at Ding Zhen" or something.

But since his older sister's attitude was so firm, then forget it; maybe there will be a chance later.

And when it came to the signing stage, Ding Zhen was still a bit troubled holding the pen.

The host asked him to write in Chinese, but he couldn't even speak Mandarin very fluently; it was a case of suffering from a lack of culture.

There was no other way, so he could only draw a circle on it, but it ended up being crooked and had an extra bit, looking like a Q.

"Ah, Ding Zhen drew a pearl, but it's a bit abstract." The host laughed and tried to make up for it; the scene was once very harmonious.

"That's enough; he can't write at all, why are you forcing him?" Gao Liang shook his head and laughed on the side, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly; after all, his sister wouldn't allow it.

At this time, another unexpected guest appeared.

Like Luo Quan, she is also a mixed-race of Chinese and Western descent, with blonde hair and a quite good figure.

But compared to Luo Quan, the difference in appearance is like the difference between the bright moon in the sky and the anglerfish's headlamp in the deep sea.

Especially after the two were in the same frame, the gap became even more obvious.