"The Great Wall will never fall down, the Yellow River is surging for thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and colorful. How can my country be infected with a disease?"
On the stage, Queen Nie Wing-kin of Kowloon used her unique voice to sing this popular patriotic song from the previous generation.
Behind them, Shao Yajian and others were punching and kicking, using Shaolin Kungfu as backup dancers, and they were all shouting and shouting in style.
Below the stage, many spectators watched in ecstasy.
In fact, all this was arranged intentionally by Nie Yongqin.
After reading the lyrics given by Shi Zhijian, Nie Yongqin realized that they were not in line with her own style.
This is clearly a song sung by men. Although women can also sing it, it requires someone with a high-pitched voice. Her voice is too sweet, which makes it unsuitable.
But now there was no way to escape, so Nie Yongqin had no choice but to do something strange and let Shao Yajian and Kuili Qiang, a group of powerful men, dance with him, and they also performed Shaolin Kungfu.
In this way, kung fu dancing will somewhat buffer the sweetness of my voice and make the song more masculine.
Not to mention, with Nie Yongqin's arrangement, the whole song had a unique flavor, which made everyone at the scene feel blood boiling when listening to it and excited when watching it.
"Break the bloody road, wave your hands and go ahead, and work hard to rejuvenate the country!"
Young Master Huo in the audience was listening to the lyrics and watching the dance, and suddenly said: "This song... sounds very exciting!"
Shi Zhijian rolled his eyes and said to himself: "It's useless to be more energetic! You are not your father!"
Originally, this song was specially prepared by Shi Zhijian for Mr. Huo. Unexpectedly, there was a miscalculation. Mr. Huo did not come, but Mr. Huo came instead.
"Yes, how could Miss Nie suddenly sing such a song that is so... so exciting that it makes people want to dance?" Xu Sanshao also looked surprised, "She has always sang lyrical songs!"
After saying this, Mr. Xu suddenly looked at Shi Zhijian: "Are you the one who caused this?"
Shi Zhijian sighed helplessly: "I originally wrote this song for your Uncle Huo!" Then he turned his face and looked at Huo Zhenting, "Now please give me some advice from Mr. Huo!"
Huo Zhenting was excited and looked at Shi Zhijian with wide eyes: "You can write songs?"
Xu Sanshao was making trouble next to him: "What's so strange about this? He likes to write songs to deceive little sisters. This is how he deceived Nie Yongqin!"
Huo Zhenting was impressed. He had been pursuing Uncle He's eldest daughter Aying, but Aying had always liked the ghost Beatles and said that the Beatles could write songs and sing.
Huo Zhenting thought these things were not difficult, but when he actually did them, he discovered that he didn't have the talent at all.
Thinking of this, Huo Zhenting seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw and grabbed Shi Zhijian's hand suddenly. He almost knocked over the wine glass on the wine table because he was so excited. Even so, the whiskey still spilled out and wet Shi Zhijian's clothes.
His move shocked Shi Zhijian, who didn't even bother to wipe his clothes. Even Xu Sanshao next to him was frightened.
"A Ting, why are you crazy? Do you think A Jian is so handsome and you have any thoughts about him?"
Huo Zhenting ignored Xu Sanshao's joke, grabbed Shi Zhijian's hands, looked at him expectantly and said: "Ajian, help me!"
"Uh, what can I help you with?"
"Help me write a song!" Huo Zhenting begged, "It doesn't matter if it's in Chinese or English! Of course, my name must be included in the lyrics and music."
"Choose, is this okay?" Shi Zhijian looked surprised.
"I know it looks shameless!"
This Young Master Huo is self-aware.
"But I really can't help it!" Huo Zhenting said, "I have been racking my brains these days but I can't write a good song. I hold the guitar and play blindly every day. Look, I have white hair on my temples!"
Huo Zhenting took Shi Zhijian's hand and pointed at his hair.
Shi Zhijian took a look and felt that he had applied too much wax and it was sticky.
"Writing a song? It's a joke! I don't know what kind of subject you want me to write for you?"
"Of course it's the subject you're best at - picking up girls!" Huo Zhenting stared pitifully at Shi Zhijian.
Shi Zhijian rolled his eyes and glanced at Mr. Xu, who was holding his chin and laughing. His reputation had been ruined by this guy.
"I understand, you want to write a song for Miss He, right?" Shi Zhijian's mind was spinning rapidly.
"Yes, yes! You still understand me!" Huo Zhenting looked forward to it.
"I can help you with this tomorrow!"
"real?"
"Of course it's true!"
"Do you have any requests?"
"Uh, Mr. Huo, what do you mean by this?"
"It's not interesting. I heard Mr. Third say that you never do business at a loss, so I guessed that you must have some request."
"Master Huo, you are really..." Shi Zhijian shook his head, "I have to praise you, you guessed it right!"
"Well?"
Young Master Huo felt that Shi Zhijian was really thick-skinned and that he was the same person as him.
"Master Huo, please do me a little favor. I will send you a song tomorrow. By the way, I want to meet Mr. Huo!"
"You want to see my dad?"
"Why, it can't be done?"
"It's okay, it's okay..." Huo Zhenting looked embarrassed.
Boss Huo had told him not to bring friends from outside to his home easily, not to mention that Shi Zhijian obviously wanted to beg the Huo family now.
"If you feel embarrassed, Mr. Huo, forget it." Shi Zhijian retreated in order to advance, "It looks like I will have to write this song for a few more days."
"No! I'll help you figure it out! You come here tomorrow! Let's shake hands and it's a deal!" Huo Zhenting hurriedly shook hands with Shi Zhijian and signed a verbal contract.
It will be He Chaoying's birthday soon, and he must prepare the songs in advance.
"Isn't this too difficult for you? I'm a good person, and you are Third Young Master's friend."
"It's not difficult!" Huo Zhenting answered simply, "I'm used to being blackmailed. Brother Xu does this all the time!"
Xu Sanshao rolled his eyes beside him, "What do you care about me? I'm also very kind!"
"What a kind ghost! Last time I just went camping on Lantau Island with the girls, and you blackmailed me into eating my breakfast for a month!"
"Does anyone know whether you are camping or fighting in the field? I am responsible for Aying!"
"Responsible! Just use me as a long-term meal ticket!"
Just as Xu and Huo were bickering, they suddenly heard someone not far away scolding: "Stupid Sanba! Aren't you just a singer? Others call you the 'Queen of Kowloon', but you really think you are the queen."
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"This time our respected Inspector Guinness is able to take a liking to you. It's a blessing you've spent thousands of years cultivating! You don't know what's good for you, and you dare to reject him!"
"I'm sorry, although I am a singer, I can't be bullied by anyone! You can ask me to drink a glass of wine with him, but I can't accompany him on stage! I am a singer, not a lady!"
"What? You said our distinguished Inspector Guineas bullied you? You know what I said, you are just a singing bitch!"
Snap!
Nie Yongqin slapped the man directly.
Look at that person again, it is Jinya Lei!
Jinya Lei licked the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, looked at Nie Yongqin with a sinister expression, and sneered: "Smelly Sanba, I tell you, you have successfully angered me now! Someone, drag her away!"
Jin Ya Lei's two subordinates, Sang Biao and Lan Ya Ju, immediately started to pull people away.
"Stop! Who dares to touch our sister-in-law?"
"Looking for a fight! You guys are on the street!"
Shao Yajian and Kuiliqiang, who had just been dancing with Nie Yongqin, immediately flew out and kicked Sangbiao and Lan Yaju to the ground.
"I want to touch her! I asked our Hong Xing first!"
Xiaoya firmly patted his chest and vowed firmly.
The corners of Jinya Lei's eyes twitched twice. He had few people with him, how could he fight?
Just then——
"Hong Xing? I've never heard of it! What is it?!"
As he spoke, Inspector Guinness stood up slowly.
He still held half a piece of watermelon in his hand, put it to his mouth and took a bite, then threw it to the ground, picked up the napkin on the wine table and wiped his mouth casually, and then looked at Xing Yajian and others.
