Chapter 602: I Usually Call Them Colonialists

"The green outline traces the blue-and-white pattern, the brushstroke shifts from thick to pale; the peony painted on the vase is just like your first makeup."

"The rising sandalwood incense passes through the window; I understand my thoughts clearly, the calligraphy on the rice paper stops halfway~"

"The glaze renders the beauty of the lady, the charm is privately hidden; while your gentle smile is like a bud about to bloom."

"Your beauty drifts away in a wisp, going to a place I cannot reach~~"

The Imperial Capital, Central Academy of Drama, dormitory.

The melodious tune of "Blue and White Porcelain" came from the portable player; several roommates were completely captivated, even joining in to sing along when the chorus reached its climax—

"Sky-blue waits for the misty rain, while I wait for you."

"Cooking smoke rises curling, separated by a river ten thousand li."

"Writing Han clerical script on the bottom of the vase, imitating the elegance of a past dynasty; let this be the foreshadowing for my meeting you~~~"

By the thirteenth loop, the entire dormitory was completely free of stumbling, singing along with incredible fluency; among them, Tang Yan sang with the most excitement and high pitch.

This was the work she had acted in for the music video!

Although due to the dormitory conditions, she could not show off her appearance in the music video to the people in the dorm, just from the popularity of this song she could guess—she would not lack exposure for at least a year in the future.

After all, music videos were the kind that played on loop, especially on TV music programs; that music video was simply a must-have!

She was going to become famous!

This "Blue and White Porcelain" was an absolute, absolute, absolute massive hit; since Zhou Yi's album was released, in just five days it had swept to number one on major radio stations and authoritative music charts across the two sides of the strait and three regions, and it was leading the second place, "Qi Li Xiang," by a massive margin.

The third place was "Writing Poems for You."

The top three were all dominated by Zhou Yi; the gold content of the Chinese Music Emperor was beyond doubt!

"Zhou Yi really wrote this song too beautifully; the criticisms of this song online are simply nonsense! This is clearly a pop song, not an archaeological article concerned with historical facts!"

After listening to it once more, Tang Yan wished she could bite to death those people online who were attacking Zhou Yi along with Yuan Li and Xu Qingliang.

The ones who said they only wanted to listen to good songs before were you, and the ones saying to stop talking about the song now are still you!

Recalling the scene of herself fighting against the crowd on the internet, Tang Yan sighed, her face showing some worry.

This time the momentum was too huge, and it went straight for Zhou Yi's foundation; it was obviously organized, and there must be a mastermind behind it.

Even though "Blue and White Porcelain" was this beautiful and this stunning, it still couldn't shut their mouths; they were picked on and fiercely criticized.

Just as she was pondering this, her good sister Yang Mi's phone call came through—

"Tang Tang, come quickly, I'm waiting for you at the internet cafe; I can't hold up against ten trolls online by myself, I need help."

The internet-addicted girl Yang Mi, while speaking, had the sound of keyboards clacking incessantly; one could imagine how intense the battle was.

That group of progressive intellectuals' fans were not only numerous, but their volume on the internet was also quite large, and over 80% were of the same mind as their idol, attacking Zhou Yi with complete recklessness.

It was still that saying—the world has suffered from Zhou Yi for a long time.

Before, Zhou Yi's golden body was immovable, and external tricks were simply not allowed. Now it was good; it was you, Zhou Yi, who fell into a trap and voluntarily handed over the handle, so being attacked was no one else's fault; this was market behavior, you couldn't exactly say 'call the parents,' could you?

There were rumors that Hong Kong's hooligans had directly slid on their knees in their living rooms.

"Coming, coming, right away."

Shanghai, inside a hotel.

Sun Yanzi, with a slice of toast in her mouth, closed the webpage where she had been fighting the crowd, turned her head, and mumbled unclearly to the assistant knocking on the door: "I'll be there in a moment."

After finishing the program in Taiwan and returning to Shanghai to start filming her scenes in the "Kung Fu" crew, Sun Yanzi had been surfing the waves with high intensity these past few days, patrolling the world for Zhou Yi every day like a patrol dog.

Unfortunately, this time the opponents were a bit unreasonable.

The other side wasn't even in the entertainment industry; attacking Zhou Yi without any worries was very damn annoying.

She wanted to curse, but the only national treasures she could use fluently in Chinese were those few. She wanted to switch to English to curse, but she'd be accused of showing off foreign ink, which was very annoying.

Before, it was that Zhou Yi didn't care about the influence within the circle and would just quit the industry if necessary; now the opponents encountered were also not caring about the influence in the entertainment industry, because they weren't in the industry at all, so it was a direct clash.

Because of worry, she communicated with Zhou Yi almost twice a day, especially after his foundation was questioned this time.

She didn't understand why this group hated Zhou Yi so much, wishing to tear him apart and destroy him.

And it was a hatred that could be described as sudden.

This shouldn't be happening.

How could Zhou Yi be the pride of the Chinese people? Just releasing an album; was this album so bad that it made you all this agitated?

"Calm down, Mao Maoyu, it's a piece of cake; they just don't like me mourning that man."

Zhou Yi, who had been frantically running offline these days and had just arrived in Hong Kong today, was incredibly calm.

When the momentum took shape on the 25th, he paid special attention to the leaders who were full of indignation; Yuan Li didn't need much explanation, a big colonialist who was going to immigrate to America next year.

Those people led by Xu Qingliang of Southern Media Group were all typical public intellectuals in his impression who crazily attacked great men, slandered great men, praised Western progress, and claimed China should thank the West.

His mourning was just like poking their lung tubes, causing them to swarm up and tear him apart.

Sometimes he wondered how many potential big colonialists still existed in domestic news departments and propaganda departments; it was already 2024, and yet under Southern Media Group, reporters could still make remarks mocking a domestic genius girl Olympic champion for "not speaking English" and "being crazy."

There was even a high official who had once supervised swimming and couldn't hold back his cyber exhibitionism, couldn't resist using a small account to gossip online, only to be traced and exposed.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yi, entering the Phoenix TV building, was immediately greeted by Phoenix TV's grand welcome—

A group of high-level executives led by the station director appeared; the big-headed doll Chen Luyu was mixed in among them, smiling and extending her hand to Zhou Yi: "Welcome, welcome, Zhou Yi."

"Hello Zhou Yi, I am Dou Wentao."

Dou Wentao, who created the ratings king program "Kangqiang San Ren Xing," also actively came up to say hello.

Everyone tactfully did not mention the various momentum Zhou Yi had encountered recently; however, when discussing the script privately, Chen Luyu still couldn't help but ask if any avoidance was needed—

"What is there to avoid? Of course, if Sister Chen Luyu dares, I dare to answer."

Zhou Yi smiled and passed the buck back: "It's just that I don't know if you dare to broadcast it."

"With you saying that, how could I, your sister, not dare?"

Chen Luyu's eyes narrowed imperceptibly; while surprised in her heart, after realizing it, she couldn't help but playfully comment.

She did not have the courage to comment on that man.

A host at her level would never voluntarily mention that man on a program unless someone recorded her speaking casually about him during a private gathering with friends in the circle.

But she had the guts to use this storm to boost the program's ratings. Not only did she have it, she had plenty.

She recognized those opinion leaders, especially Yuan Li.

She didn't mind using them to set an example, provided Zhou Yi had the guts.

After all, this group, represented by Yuan Li, represented more than just themselves.

"Then we'll see each other on the program, Sister Chen Luyu."

Thirty minutes later, Zhou Yi, having finished reviewing the script and a simple rehearsal, waved goodbye and left amidst Chen Luyu's shocked gaze.

On November 27, 2003, the day of the laughable Thanksgiving in the United States, the recording of the Zhou Yi special episode of the "Chen Luyu You Yue" program officially began—

Many Zhou Yi fans in the audience gave him their loudest cheers and support as he entered the venue.

"Zhou Yi, we all know your new album is highly controversial, especially the song 'Blue and White Porcelain'. What do you want to say to your fans and the public about this?"

"Nothing much to say. It's just a pop song; necessary imagery is inevitable."

Zhou Yi, looking completely unaffected, sat on the sofa facing the camera and said calmly with a smile: "Actually, if any of you had followed one of Yanzi's previous interviews, you would know that the song I originally wrote was about Ru Porcelain; I just changed the title to 'Blue and White Porcelain' later."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Chen Luyu once again displayed her style of pretending to be foolish, smiling and steering the topic to let Zhou Yi continue.

"Actually, the entire A-side of this album is filled with various chaotic imagery expressions. 'Sunzi Bingfa' should be an ancient Chinese military treatise, but in the song, it becomes questions from the grandchildren generation who have experienced war.

"The inspiration for 'In the Blink of an Eye' comes from Su Wu herding sheep, but Su Wu herded sheep for nineteen years, and 'nineteen' doesn't rhyme, so I turned it into 'ten years of moonlight'."

Zhou Yi shrugged: "'New Earth' needs no further explanation; the place we live is called Earth.

"'Ceasefire', 'vast world', and 'He Shan Da Hao' are all realistic; you can see that the lyrics of these songs respect reality.

"'Qi Li Xiang' is a very famous snack in Taiwan, and Yanzi even took me to eat it, but in the song, it means something completely different.

"As for the other songs, there's no need to mention them, so I think this is just nonsense and stirring up trouble because the colonizers led by Yuan Li have lost their cool."

Chen Luyu asked in confusion: "Colonizers? What is that?"

"Oh, it's just this group of trouble-stirrers led by Yuan Li recently; I usually call them colonizers."

While crossing his legs, Zhou Yi tilted his head and smirked: "There is a type of person in the world whose race is called colonizers. These people have never stood up to be human themselves; instead, they kneel all over the world looking for a father, and every day they hate, mock, and belittle those who live independently and uprightly.

"They worship the strong and lick the boots of foreigners, fawn over superiors and bully inferiors; in their eyes, strength represents justice, and development represents morality;

"Western countries represent the international community, the poor are bad people, and developing countries are barbaric and uncivilized.

"Most importantly, in their eyes, opposing the United States is a grave offense.

"They mock others for having a slave mentality every day, but in reality, they are the group with the strongest slave mentality;

"They belittle others for not thinking independently every day, but in reality, they are the group with the least brains in the world.

"Their worship of powerful empires has caused this group to completely lose normal human knowledge and intelligence; out of the fanaticism of converts, to belittle their own motherland, they even actively help an empire without history to invent history, or even attack, belittle, and despise their own compatriots and modern great figures.

"To be honest, real Americans are not this stupid and crazy, but they have achieved it.

"I am talking about Yuan Li and his group."

After speaking, Zhou Yi raised his hand and pointed at the camera in an inviting gesture, smiling slightly: "This part can be broadcast."