Chapter 603: My Fate is Hard, I Cannot Learn to Bow

Speaking reasonably, Chen Luyu felt she belonged to the tier of hosts with the broadest industry knowledge.

Since entering the profession in '92, she had fought her way to fame and status at CCTV, then after studying abroad in the US, she joined Phoenix TV and rose to the position of top anchor, experiencing all sorts of storms along the way.

From hosting news programs on the Hong Kong handover, Princess Diana's funeral, and the US presidential election, down to interviewing various social celebrities, she was truly battle-hardened.

But someone as extremely unrestrained as Zhou Yi in terms of impression? She had truly never seen.

Although during the rehearsal script run-through she had felt this passage would hurt many people's feelings, even she herself felt a slight offense.

After all, she knew Yuan Li—well, not exactly "knew," one should say she had seen her.

They were in the same circle; you see each other often.

It's just that she hadn't taken Yuan Li's path.

But the AOE damage range of Zhou Yi's words was indeed a bit wide, and it somewhat carried the meaning of "denying silver here means hiding silver."

You say you wrote about Su Wu herding sheep, wrote this and that, then immediately afterward label all those stirring the pot as "colonial people," negating the meaning and legitimacy of their comments or even their existence from another angle.

Once this definition of "colonial person" came out, it was completely the posture of "no more pretending, showing our cards."

Chen Luyu could fully foresee what kind of storm and bloodshed this broadcast would cause.

Doing this completely violated the unspoken rules of infighting within the domestic cultural circle—

Talk is talk, action is action, jokes are jokes, but don't lose your rice bowl.

You can mock a person, but you cannot negate a person; don't put everything out in the open, because some things on the scale weigh far more than three jin.

Commonly known as: leave a line for others, so you can meet again later.

But Zhou Yi clearly had no such thought.

"Saying that, with your current star power, who dares to cut your footage? Forget your fans, even the audience here in the hall right now could write complaint letters and curse us to death." Chen Luyu once again displayed her specialty of playing dumb and acting confused, extracting herself from this whirlpool.

At least on the surface, she wasn't involved.

If you have objections, go talk to Phoenix TV's high-level executives and shareholders; they demanded it be broadcast without a single character changed because it had a hook, a huge hook.

"Do I really have star power? How can I not see it? Sister Chen Luyu, don't make fun of me."

Leaning on the sofa, Zhou Yi smiled and nodded to the fans on site who, after not understanding, had started applauding for him: "I'm just fortunate to have many fan friends who like me."

As soon as these words fell, a round of applause far exceeding the previous one erupted on site—

If not for the program rule against shouting, the Zhou Yi die-hard fans down there, holding their breath until their faces turned red and necks thick, were just short of crying tears of emotion.

Because the applause was so enthusiastic, Chen Luyu was forced to swallow her words several times when trying to interject; with no choice, she could only smile and wait for this wave of high emotion to pass.

Since she launched "Chen Luyu's Talk," Zhou Yi was the first guest whose fans had such a level of loyalty; she truly had her eyes opened.

"Speaking of fans, Zhou Yi, we all know you have achieved unprecedented success internationally, and you have a considerable number of fans overseas as well.

"But at the same time, you have also caused huge controversy overseas, clashing with several American singers. Now many people online say you are a troublemaker, the kind who likes to cause trouble wherever you go; does this trouble you?"

As if chatting casually, Chen Luyu asked: "Like feeling aggrieved, like feeling misunderstood."

On the surface, it seemed to mention only Europe and America, but in reality, it covered everything.

Zhou Yi shook his head: "No, I don't feel aggrieved at all. In fact, if I didn't react, I would feel aggrieved instead."

"Ah?" Chen Luyu blinked, looking shocked by this answer that completely refused to play the victim.

"Actually, I have always been like this without change; I think the Hong Kong fan friends should remember this more vividly, right?"

As Zhou Yi spoke, his tone paused; the audience down there could no longer hold back, with applause and screams flying together. Even though the director's team tried desperately to control the scene, it was useless; in the end, they could only helplessly give up and let those fans cheer.

"It seems the Hong Kong fan friends have pretty good memories."

With your deeds, is there any need to guess?

"I have always said that I am actually quite elegant and easygoing; I really didn't lie. The so-called causing trouble is just that every time it happens, it lands on my head."

Zhou Yi shook his wrist, smiling with eyes full of mirth: "If I am aggrieved, must I hold it in? That doesn't seem right. Take the question Sister Chen Luyu just asked: why do they accuse me of causing trouble abroad instead of accusing the other side of provoking first?

"You can't always keep the gun pointed at me, the good guy. Even a clay figure has a bit of temper."

Chen Luyu nodded as if suddenly understanding, then asked curiously: "Then weren't you afraid at that time?"

"Afraid of what?"

"You have to know, at that time you were venturing into the foreign market alone; perhaps taking a step back would have opened up a vast sky? You wouldn't have wasted so much energy."

"I can't."

Zhou Yi shook his head; leaning back tactically with one leg crossed over the other, he smiled faintly: "My fate is hard; I cannot learn to bow."

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Damn!

Zhou Yi really didn't speak empty words; he had always been practicing this principle with his own body.

If only his sharpness wasn't so heavy, it wouldn't have reached the point where several major controversies rose wave after wave.

After the entire program was recorded, even Chen Luyu, who usually liked to play dumb, brought out her best skills; she and Zhou Yi chatted flowers about the album "Gui Cang," achieving the latter's original intention for appearing on the show—promoting the album.

Qian Jiang, who had been accompanying them on site, nodded to Zhou Yi as he came off stage after the recording ended; approaching him, he said quietly: "Everyone has been notified."

"Trouble you, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Yi patted his shoulder.

To prevent people close to him from getting hot-headed and joining this battle, this time, Zhou Yi, for the first time, notified everyone, telling them not to speak out, not to participate, and to pretend they knew nothing.

This time was different from the "Ran Zai Fa" incident; back then, he really wanted to see who would take sides. But this time, the matter was his own; this group didn't need to wade into the muddy water.

After all, this time he really made a scene quite big; it was possible he would be cold-processed in the future. The upper levels weren't a solid block either; people around him didn't need to play along with him.

Qian Jiang, with words on his lips but stopping, could only helplessly watch Zhou Yi's departing back and sigh.

If he had known it would escalate to this point, he would definitely have tried to stop Zhou Yi from writing these songs; the reaction from those mainland media people was simply too huge, far exceeding his imagination.

The cost was too great.

He didn't even know what Zhou Yi hoped to gain by singing these songs.

However, just as Qian Jiang was silently pondering his next plan, his phone suddenly received a call—

a call from Huang Zhan's manager.

The giant of Mandarin pop music who had been plagued by lung cancer chemotherapy this year.

"James would like to meet A-Yi and have a meal. May I ask if A-Yi is available?"

James is Huang Zhan's English name.

"Huang Zhan?"

Zhou Yi, who had returned to the lounge to remove his makeup and washed his face, raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing Qian Jiang say this.

(End of this chapter)