"Run with the wind freely is the direction"

"Chasing the Power of Thunder and Lightning"

"Put the vast ocean into my chest"

"Even the smallest sail can sail far away"

...

People feel happy when they are happy. The editorial department, Changhe, wearing headphones, shook his head and humming songs while working in front of the computer.

Fang Jing’s great master has made a promise and will be sent in a few days, and his bonus will be almost gone. Once he is in a good mood, his work efficiency will be much better.

When I review the article, I think these gangs are like elementary school students. Today I suddenly feel that they are actually worthy of it.

"Boss, can you be more low-key?"

Ziliang frowned and poked the long river with a pen cover. He couldn't stand it. The two of them were very close to each other's work areas, just a layer of board. When he heard this magical voice, his hands trembled as he typed.

"What did you say!!!" Changhe roared over.

Seeing more than a dozen gazes around him coming, Ziliang quickly buried his head, pointed to the earphones on Changhe's ears, and signaled him to take them off first.

"What did you say? Is there something wrong?" Changhe asked blankly with his headphones.

"Brother, I know you're very happy, but can you keep a low profile? The whole office is full of magical sounds that you have been wandering around for three days."

Changhe was stunned. He did sing just now, but he probably didn't sound loudly, right? He looked around and whispered: "Everyone heard it?"

"Nonsense! Look back at the row of women laughing like?"

When Changhe turned around, he saw seven or eight girls wearing headphones facing him, their shoulders shaking like sieves, and their most exaggerated tears burst out.

"What are they doing?"

"You were just sung and were recorded, and now there are several groups of people who are crazy!"

Ziliang clicked on the Penguin number, pulled the mouse to the bottom, entered a group of dozens of people, and transferred a link to Changhe.

"Run with the wind! Freedom is the direction"

"Chasing the power of thunder and lightning!!"

"Put the vast ocean!! into my chest."

"Even the smallest sail! It can still sail far away"

When I heard this heart-wrenching voice that shocked the world and the earth, even though Changhe was thick-skinned, he was now as red as a monkey's butt.

Looking at Ziliang who was grinning with a smile, Changhe slapped him on the head, gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you call me?"

"Brother, I've called! You can't listen!"

Looking at the joking eyes of his colleagues, Changhe covered his face, "It's over, my reputation for life has been ruined, let me know who recorded me and him."

"By the way! Which group did you see it? Please help me see who the uploader is?"

One editor has seven or eight hundred authors who come out to work in the group, but he can't remember how many other groups have been built.

"Ahem! This was also transferred to me by someone else. I don't know how many tricks I can't find out."

"Is that true?" Changhe scratched his forehead.

"Dididi! Come and listen, our Changhe Dada gave his voice for the first time!" In the fairy tale group, an author posted another link.

Drift Dugu: "Oh, I'll go, I haven't recovered after listening for two minutes."

Snail: "Is it really that powerful?"

Devil boy: "My quick-acting heart-saving pill is sprinkled all over the floor!"

The scholar was heartless: "Brother, don't speak out, you are my own."

Erniu from the next door: "It's only one million tuner away from majoring."

...

Changhe's face turned blue, and the person who posted the link directly, "Brother, did you find it? I want to thank this benefactor."

"The supernatural group next door is Liang Fa, no thanks."

Ziliang didn't know that he had been sold, so he smiled and said, "Brother, what are you going to eat later, spicy chicken? Gong Bao chicken?"

Changhe snorted coldly, staring at him without saying a word, turning the computer screen around, "The phone speaker is good! The recording is so clear, what brand is it?"

"Gulu!" Ziliang's throat rolled, "Huawei!"

"Bastard, I'll let you Huawei! I'll let you record..."

"Brother, if you have something to say, don't do it...Don't slap in the face. I was wrong. It's me wrong. I'm greedy for vanity and unclean myself. Bah! I'm defiling your reputation, no, you sing too well, I can't help it."

"Say, how many groups have you spread?"

"Not many." Ziliang shook his head, "A few more than thirty."

Long River:...

"Changhe, I didn't expect that you still like young people's songs at the age of your age. You are very energetic!" The editor-in-chief came to the editorial department with a thermos cup.

"No! Singing and playing around." Changhe was almost crying, but he didn't expect that he would alarm the boss. He glanced at Ziliang and saw how many groups of this bastard were spread.

The editor-in-chief pointed at Changhe with his finger and said with a smile: Humility, you must go up to sing a song at this year's annual meeting of the company."

"Puff, hahahahaha!" Ziliang couldn't help laughing.

"Ziliang is also very happy? You go up too, just in time, you two brothers will give you the whole show."

"Hahahaha!" As soon as the editor-in-chief left, the others laughed from ear to ear, "Ziliang, don't worry, I will definitely save this year's video."

"I'll go! Changhe, the new idol song has been released," a editor shouted.

For this period of time, Changhe played the songs of the scenery in the office every day, saying that this was his idol. After a while, everyone shouted that because of his influence.

"Is that true?" Open My Cool Music, enter the name of the long river, and the first song on the top appears, "The wind is blowing."

Changhe heard this song a few days ago, but it was when Fang Jing's Chinese Dream Sound 4-3. Unexpectedly, the program team was moving very quickly, so it was released.

Stop and stop along the way

Following the traces of the boy's drift

The moment before stepping out of the station

A little hesitant

Can't help laughing at the timid feeling of being close to home

Still inevitable

And Nagano's Day

Still so warm

The wind blew up in the past

I first met this world

Wandering in all kinds of things

Looking at the sky, it seems to be in front of you

I am willing to go through fire and water to walk through it

...

"This kid is OK!" Liang praised after listening to it for a while, "The main song of this song is so low, and the chorus is so high that most people can't sing it at all."

"That's right, you don't even look at who he is." Just like praising yourself, Changhe is more proud than anyone else.

"Yes, yes! Singing is very good, it's a pity to write novels, it's a waste of talent."

"Get out! You can control your hobbies?"

The two were talking quietly when a female editor suddenly shouted, "Damn it! Changhe, the idol seems to be in trouble."

"What's the matter?" Changhe was more concerned about Fang Jing's situation than his agent Yang Ning, but he was afraid that he would suddenly give up and stop writing.

"Look at his meagerity, some people say that he plagiarized the songs from the island country, and what did he scold the comment section?"

"Jiang Yunchang came out and was beaten. Is this what you call a genius singer?"

"I also said that our Lu Yan is not as good as Fang Jing? At least they have never copied it."

"Isn't it just a song? What's the big deal? There were fewer adaptations in Xiangjiang in the 1980s and 1990s? All four kings have adapted them, so why don't you say they copied them?"

"A bunch of sluts can't stand others' goodness"

...

The more I see Changhe, the colder I feel. Once the plagiarism charge is confirmed, Fang Jing may not be able to raise his head in the future. This will definitely be a devastating blow to him, a newcomer who has just debuted.

"Popular new singer plagiarizes"

"Singers copy, should young people give them a chance?"

"Why are plagiarism in the entertainment industry constantly banned?"

Things got bigger and bigger, and at first there were some big V discussions, and then several singers also participated. They said that the domestic copyright awareness was too weak and that they had been infringed to a greater or lesser extent.

Several experts later jumped out to correct the situation and called for the protection of the original author's basic rights. Three of the meager hot searches on that day were related to the scenery.

"Sister! I've done everything you ordered. At least tens of millions of people will see the name Fang Jing tomorrow."
Chapter completed!