Outside the terminal, some Chinese who had just landed accidentally saw Zheng Qian and others being surrounded by Korean reporters taking pictures and interviewing them. Their eyes widened in disbelief. Soon, they excitedly took out the
Take your phone and start taking pictures.
Zheng Qian and others smiled and waved to them.
Lee Jae-yan, director of the planning office of KBS TV station, led the Chinese delegation onto the bus and said with a smile in English: "I can see that you are very popular in China. I hope that this China-Korean song concert can bring you good memories."
, and for the audience, the exciting showdown between the masters is the most anticipated."
Song Weifeng nodded and said: "They are all top singers, I believe they will not disappoint you."
Although both of them were smiling, their words were filled with the smell of gunpowder. The reporter on the side felt his heart pounding and a flash of excitement flashed on his face.
As soon as they met, they were already full of murderous intent.
He was so excited that he had already thought of no less than three eye-catching news headlines in his mind, and the content was even more exciting.
When representatives from China and South Korea met for the first time, the Chinese delegation stated that it had sent top domestic singers. However, according to previous historical records, the South Korean delegation was always slightly better. The great Korean nation can never be defeated. The China-Korea Song Festival has become
Korean singer’s back garden…
Ah, as expected of the Korean nation!
After Zheng Qian got on the bus, he looked at Wei Yehong's stern expression and couldn't help but tease: "Sister Hong, you can't keep your temper!"
"I don't like it here."
Wei Yehong wiggled her fingers, "These Koreans, living in a country the size of a sesame seed, always treat us Chinese with an inexplicable sense of superiority. It's simply baffling. Look at Director Li just now, his nostrils are raised to the sky..."
Song Weifeng turned around and said with a smile: "South Korea has no sense of historical and cultural identity. It has always been a nation with low self-esteem. Not to mention the de-Han culture, it has been claiming that it is a developed country everywhere since 1997.
I feel it's a bit ridiculous. In terms of many of their welfare facilities, they are actually not comparable to the established developed countries in Europe and the United States, not even Japan. But in the past two years, South Korea has been even more eager to get rid of its status as a developing country. It is said that it has successfully lobbied the United Nations to make it public.
The statement will be officially stamped and confirmed by the United Nations by the spring of next year at the latest. Facing us in developing countries, it is normal for us to have some sense of superiority."
“I don’t understand what good is the false reputation of a developed country.”
Singer Li Qigang shook his head and laughed: "Being a developing country can enjoy so many benefits. If we are China, even if our GDP ranks first in the world and we have fully entered a moderately prosperous society, we will not voluntarily withdraw from the list of developing countries."
"It's true that we in China are more pragmatic."
Song Weifeng agreed: "In fact, from the perspective of per capita income level, South Korea has indeed barely entered the ranks of developed countries, but that is only per capita. South Korea started in the 1960s, and like Japan, they relied on imitating Western products.
The production of high-quality, low-price but low-quality products began to grow slowly. After the 1990s, Japan's economic development stagnated, and South Korea began to emerge in East Asia. However, it had only been living a good life for a few years, and its foundation was too thin.
, competing for the title of developed country, they will also have to shoulder more obligations. Are they ready?"
When the topic came up, everyone started to discuss it. There were no Koreans on the development bus except the driver. Li Zaiyan and others took another bus to lead the way.
However, although the discussion was intense, it was undeniable that the scenery of some infrastructure facilities and high-rise buildings passing by outside the window actually touched everyone greatly.
"I remember the last time I came here, the foundations of the high-rise buildings over there had just been laid. It's only been a year or two, and the high-rise buildings have already been erected." Singer Tian Yijun said with emotion.
She is from Shandong Province. Shandong Province is across the sea from Incheon. Although Shandong Province has developed rapidly in recent years, it is too big. Except for the provincial capital and a few star cities, compared with Incheon, it is full of high-rise buildings.
As a port city, the infrastructure construction in Shandong Province is obviously much slower.
"We will eventually catch up. In terms of the speed of infrastructure construction, compared with Beijing and Shenzhen, it is really far behind here."
Zheng Qian said casually, and everyone smiled and nodded.
Beijing is the capital and Shenzhen is the special zone. They are both key areas of concern. In terms of the speed of infrastructure construction, the situation can change drastically almost every two months.
But for now, South Korea is indeed a developed country.
Seeing Song Weifeng and others shaking their heads and sighing, Zheng Qian suddenly asked: "I wonder if you have heard of the time machine theory?"
Seeing everyone shaking their heads and listening intently, Zheng Qian continued: "The so-called 'time machine' means that when the development of countries such as Japan and China was not yet mature, they first started doing business in more developed markets such as the United States.
, and then when the time is right, they will fight back to Japan and then enter China and India. It will be like sitting in a time machine and returning to the United States a few years or decades ago."
Everyone was stunned, and Song Weifeng laughed and said: "What you said is so mysterious, isn't it the underlying logic of Marxism?"
Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh.
Masayoshi Son is really a grandson. It turns out that you did not invent the time machine theory.
Alas, I am resigned to being the loser...
Wei Yehong said with emotion: "The economic base determines the superstructure. The time machine theory you mentioned, in the final analysis, is that the development stages of economies come before and after, and there are people who get rich first and then get richer."
Li Qigang also said with a smile: "Actually, there is an old Chinese saying with the same meaning. It is called taking history as a mirror, and you can know the ups and downs; taking people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses. In fact, the development of the country can also be learned by referring to some samples, such as
Book."
Indeed, as a member of the developed countries in East Asia, Japan's development path can often be used as a reference to adjust our own development rhythm.
Of course, it feels better to cross the river while touching the eagle sauce.
Zheng Qian thought about the various trade wars and information and technology wars in his previous life, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Although my rabbit has insufficient innovation ability, his learning ability is still worthy of recognition.
If the eagle sauce crosses the river by feeling for the stones, we will cross the river by feeling the eagle sauce.
Yingjiang likes to throw away some prizes and let others get lost in the process of self-exploration, but my rabbit's faith is always unwavering.
Then, unknowingly, Eagle Sauce and Rabbit pulled other countries further and further away.
Amid discussions along the way, the bus Zheng Qian and others took finally arrived at the hotel. After a short rest, Zheng Qian and others were invited to the Incheon Grand Park rehearsal in the afternoon.
South Korea also sent the top ten groups of opponents in the country. In addition to singers, there were also numerous idol groups. As soon as they appeared, many passers-by outside the venue screamed and cheered. When Zheng Qian and others arrived,
The desertedness formed a sharp contrast.
There is no way, the opponent is playing at home, and Zheng Qian and others are obviously not well-known in South Korea.
The rehearsal was closed. It can be seen that South Korea's KBS TV station attaches great importance to the China-Korean Song Concert. It built a very large stage in the center of Incheon Grand Park overnight, with complete audio and stage design facilities, and it looked very professional. In addition,
There are still 500 seats at the venue, and the audience will obviously be invited to cheer in preparation for the official performance.
"Playing at home means being tough."
Singer Wu Jiajia looked at the high-spirited Korean singers during the rehearsal and said sourly: "The audience at tomorrow's performance will all be Koreans, and they will be even more powerful then. Zheng Qian, are you afraid?"
"Me?" Zheng Qian was stunned: "Should I be afraid?"
Wu Jiajia sounded Zheng Qian's terrifying high-pitched voice and laughed: "I almost forgot, you are the champion of "Chinese Idol", the champion who stood out among hundreds of thousands of contestants. You have rich practical experience, so of course you are not afraid."
Zheng Qian smiled: "Are you afraid?"
Wu Jiajia shook her head like a rattle: "I'm not afraid either."
At this time, it was Wei Yehong's turn to go on stage to rehearse and sing "Daybreak". When Wei Yehong's singing sounded, the staff of South Korea's KBS TV station suddenly stopped what they were doing, raised their heads, and stared blankly at Wei Yehong on the stage.
"I saw my parents walking away like this
Leave me in this strange world
I don’t know what risks there will be in the future…”
Although they didn't understand the lyrics, Wei Yehong's emotional singing voice and the touching melody still impacted the hearts of many staff members. For a moment, they all felt touched inside.
When the rehearsal of Wei Yehong's song was over, the staff at the scene couldn't help but applaud, including the Korean singers.
Wei Yehong participated in the Sino-Korean Song Concert for the third time, and she was a familiar face to these Korean singers. However, this time her singing impressed them for the first time. They seemed to understand the connotation of the song, and they all expressed their gratitude to them.
Wei Yehong gave a thumbs up.
"Sister Hong is still as stable as ever!"
Wu Jiajia sighed.
After some discussions with the music director, some adjustments were made, and not long after, Wei Yehong's rehearsal was over.
The rehearsal lasted all afternoon, and in the evening, Zheng Qian also finished the rehearsal. At this time, many Chinese and Korean singers had left, but it was not until this time that the staff on site recovered from the shock.
"He is the original singer of "Opera 2"?"
"It's actually Chinese. Oh my god, the high note just scared me to death!"
"His name is Zheng Qian! I just searched online, Xiba, this person actually made his debut in Korea. He is a student of Seoul University of the Arts. He studied under his master in the Republic of Korea and became a top singer when he returned to China!"
"This is actually a member of the Miracle Boys! From PY Company!"
"I vaguely remember that this singer did perform in our country many years ago, but he didn't become popular and gradually disappeared."
"It doesn't make sense. For such a strong singer, the high note just made me get goosebumps!"
"PY Company is really blind. Isn't it a good idea to let Mr. Zheng make his solo debut?"
The people who had worked in the audience were talking a lot.
It was already evening after the rehearsal, but everyone did not rest. They went to the studio non-stop to shoot promotional posters. When the work ended, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Director Li enthusiastically invited the Chinese delegation to have dinner, but it was already very late and everyone was tired from the day and had no intention of socializing, so Song Weifeng politely declined.
Everyone ordered some food at an ordinary restaurant in Incheon and then returned to the hotel to rest.
The next day, Zheng Qian was awakened by a knock on the door. He looked at the time and saw that it was only seven o'clock in the morning. He was a little annoyed. He was so busy that he didn't go to bed until one or two o'clock last night, and he didn't allow anyone to have a good rest.
He immediately got up, put on his pajamas and went to open the door, but when he saw the face of the visitor through the peephole, Zheng Qian was a little startled, with a face full of surprise. Just as he was hesitating, a voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Zheng, are you up? I
It's Han Yun'e. I heard that you came to Incheon to participate in the China-Korean Song Concert, so I came here to cheer you on."
Zheng Qian took a deep breath, opened the door, and said helplessly: "Miss Han..."
He hesitated to speak.
Han Yun'e dressed up like a lady, wearing a high-neck tight white sweater and tight jeans, which made her body curves extremely conspicuous. She also wore a white windbreaker and black leather boots, just like a heroine in a Korean drama.
When he smiled, his eyes were like crescent moons.
Seeing the sleepy Zheng Qian, Han Yun'e pursed her lips and smiled: "I haven't woken up yet, the sun is shining on my butt!"
Zheng Qian wanted to curse, but he still pretended to be gentle and asked in Korean: "Miss Han, are you okay with coming to me so early?"
"Dang-dang-dang!"
Han Yun'e smiled, then turned around, revealing the dining car behind her: "I specially ordered you to have a hot breakfast in the hotel kitchen, as well as the kimbap made by me, please eat it!"
While pushing the dining cart, she walked into the room very familiarly and said with a smile: "My hometown is in Incheon. I just finished filming a movie recently and I was resting in my hometown. I heard that you came to Incheon yesterday. I
I think I should do something to show my kindness to the landlord, so I'm sorry to disturb your rest so early in the morning."
After saying that, she turned back and blinked: "Is there anything you need my help with?"
Hearing this, Zheng Qian sighed. It seemed that he couldn't rest anymore. He turned around and wanted to close the door, but he always felt a little weird, so he went straight into the bathroom and said to Han Yun'e: "Sit down first!
"
When he came back after washing up, he found that the door had been closed. He glanced at Han Yun'e, who was carefully preparing breakfast, and hesitated to speak.
What's going on with these ladies?
Pushing the dining cart to the door so early in the morning, it’s only seven o’clock, is it so troublesome?
Greedy for my body?
Greedy for my talent?
Zheng Qian was full of doubts and was always on guard in his heart. After all, the two of them were not very familiar with each other before, so it was a bit unreasonable to suddenly show such concern.
But Han Yun'e always acted as a friend. After setting the breakfast plate, she looked at Zheng Qian, patted the sofa next to her, and said with a smile: "What are you looking at? Mr. Zheng, please sit down and eat."
, it won’t be good if it gets cold.”
Zheng Qian looked at the beautiful and delicious food, but he didn't dare to move his chopsticks and looked hesitant.
Seemingly aware of Zheng Qian's doubts, Han Yun'e opened a pair of chopsticks with a smile on her face, rubbed them together and said, "Isn't it too much for me to taste it?"
After saying that, he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's so delicious!"
Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his chopsticks and started eating too. The beef was cut as thin as cicada wings and seemed to melt in his mouth.
Han Yun'e looked at Zheng Qian eating with gentle eyes. She didn't feel unfamiliar or abrupt at all. She smiled and said: "Mr. Zheng, do you have time after the performance? My new movie is about to premiere, and I want to invite you to come with me."