Although "ignorance" has no derogatory meaning, it will be used. The ears, noses and throats of passers-by seem to have "knowed" a little under such public opinion bombardment, especially the words "Star Factory" and "Black Boss Lu Jian" are always overwhelmed. If you see too many words, it is inevitable that you will feel bored and resistant. For them, companies that are scolded like this are definitely not good things.

Since he cannot attack him in terms of grades and abilities, then criticize him morally.

Seeing the arrival of the Golden Melody Awards, the entire music circle became popular. The layman was no longer "ignorant". They were injected with "specific knowledge" in a planned manner, so they also had the confidence to follow them and point fingers.

"That star factory, Lu Jian, is not good at it. It's too market-oriented and has no musical character. Music is ruined by such people."

"Now Ge'er can't listen to it anymore. The judges' chairman has been forced to resign. Xing Factory won the award again and will have to continue listening to "Rat Love Rice" next year."

"I tell you that monopoly is the prelude to destruction. Star Factory's plan is to brainwash the audience with childish children's songs, and we will listen to whatever they send in the future."

"Look at the past of Mr. Ge Ruyi, how many talents he has cultivated and how much effort he has put in. Seeing that the music circle has become like this, he will definitely not be able to sit still!"

"I don't listen to the broken song of Star Factory anyway...what? What do I listen to? I don't listen to anything!"

The most disgusting thing is those official accounts and small internet celebrities. They go wherever there is a hot spot. They will follow the spray whenever they are being sprayed, and they will spray in different ways. They don’t care who they are spraying at all. They just want to spray it in place. The spectators are satisfied and can scan their QR code.

This is also a new routine evolved from the public opinion war. Once the strong wind is in place, all kinds of mosquitoes will rush up to help attract a wave of fans.

"Who said that?" Lu Jian muttered casually as he flipped through the briefing, "The eyes of the masses are sharp."

Mr. West Lake choked on soy milk, and was so scared that white juice spurted out of his nose: "Stop talking, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Lu Jian smiled again and said, "I just want to know whether the masses we are facing are the same group. How can the masses now listen to the wind and rain?"

"Stop talking! Don't use common sayings all the time."

Lu Jian threw down the briefing and leaned on the back of the chair: "This is also an expected operation, creating a public opinion of "resistance to the Star Factory". It seems that if we win the award, it would be like going against the people. These people have really invested a lot."

"Are you not taking any measures?" West Lake picked up the briefing, and the more you looked, the tighter your eyebrows became. "Our image is being distorted, and people who don't understand have been taken off the line."

"People who don't understand are actually quite happy. They think they understand, so they can make a few words happy." Lu Jian teased, "Those who understand are unlucky, help us defend us, and then they were scolded by a group of people for "no musical aesthetics", "stinky", and "capitalist's lackey". Who should I ask for this frustration?"

"Oh..." West Lake put down the briefing, "After all, our qualifications are too shallow. It's better to stay together for a few more years, and let the audience grow up by listening to our songs. Everything will be natural. Even if you want to be black, you can't. Now, the right to speak is theirs, and no one can hear us when we speak."

"It's okay, everything is in the routine." Lu Jian took a sip of coffee, "Ge Ruyi's words are spreading wildly. Ge Ruyi's past achievements, glory and tenacity are being specially written by big books, like a music martyr, and I am about to fall into a musical bug."

"Is there anything to be happy about?"

"Hehe, have you ever seen a living martyr?" Lu Jian said with a dry smile. "Not everyone can be a martyr. Not to mention living, even if he sacrifices his body, he will be taken out and picked up."

“…”

As she was talking, Mo Xijun pushed open the door of the recording studio and she was arranged to be the first to record because her songs usually go the best.

Lu Jian drank all his coffee, rubbed his hands and whispered to Mo Xijun: "I listened to it all night and used two words to describe the songs in this episode."

Mo Xijun did not hesitate at all, and the two words popped out: "Pretty."

"Accurate, this is the spirit of this issue." Lu Jian dragged his chair to the workbench, "Try to show it, hi, this time we please the artists and give them an unsolvable problem."

Lu Jian looked at Mo Xijun and raised his arm and said, "Then now tell me, which of those two songs do you choose?"

“Choose all.”

"I'll know!" Lu Jian waved his arm, "Jaz of the Academy of Music Orthodox, show off their ears!"

...

Two hours later, it was Qiao Qiao's turn.

Lu Jian replicated the question: "So now tell me, which of those two songs do you choose?"

“It must be chosen.”

"I'll know!" Lu Jian waved his arm, "Music Orthodox Pure Blood Rok, pound their ears!"

Two hours later, Xia Ge came in with wine, ready and drank half a pound.

Lu Jian replicated the question: "Then tell me now..."

"Damn it, hurry up, it's just getting excited!"

Lu Jian trembled his forearm with a weak momentum: "Music orthodox... Old Xia will always protect his ears, and they will lose their ears!"

Faced with the Golden Melody Awards and his peers, Lu Jian also put down his self-restraint in the release of songs. Songs with high popularity are already strong enough. The last new song list before the award will be a bombardment.

...

The lobbying continues, but the media's public relations actions have always been zero. However, no one in the staff group questioned Lu Jian, who believed that everything was in the routine. At the same time, the album of "Folk" has entered the stage of suppression and packaging. The promotional pages of the three major players have been designed. Including the six high-quality singles and the new song list for the next issue, Lu Jian himself dared not imagine it.

During the vote count on Sunday afternoon, the company's vote count had exceeded 400 mark, but the lobbying progress had also stalled.

Hook looked at the whiteboard and said, "This is the limit of our hard power. Resource exchange can only be achieved here. The 42% votes are still very dangerous. Next, we can only rely on Brother Jian's methods."

Lu Jian sat on the chair and sighed: "Everyone knows that I will not use any means unless I have to."

Everyone had become accustomed to his rhythm and claimed in unison: "Yes, yes."

Xia Ge's face was a little sad: "Have you ever thought about this... We have been lobbying professional judges for so long, but the initial review was done by registered members, and those hundreds of thousands of fans are the decision-makers. Now public opinion is so mean to us, do you really do nothing?"

"You're over-thinking." Hook explained, "The current public opinion rhythm is aimed at 'passers'. The listeners who really register the rankings with real names are hard-core music fans. They are not so easy to be fiddled with. The new song chart and the pop chart are still the best in our songs. Our quality and singing are there. Even if we don't do anything, we will pass the preliminary review."

"It seems like this, but you should be careful." Xia Ge told, "Generally speaking, buying tickets from music fans won't happen, but this time it's different. It's likely that the committee will turn a blind eye when supervising it."
Chapter completed!