A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Three days later, Li Mushang got up early in the morning, and the works for collaborations and solo performances were all finalized and prepared last night.

At seven o'clock tonight at the Seoul Stadium, the four-yearly Red and White Song Concert will be held on time.

After washing, he took off the clothes on his body, revealing his strong muscles, and then put his feet on the edge of the bed for strength, and started to do push-ups.

After feeling that his physical strength had dropped significantly some time ago, getting up and exercising has almost become a compulsory course for him.

Under the high-intensity training, the sweat quickly dripped down the cheeks, when the phone rang.

The caller was senior brother Zhao Qianling, and his voice was that of an uncle that girls like very much.

"Is Junior Brother up?"

Li Mushang turned on the speakerphone, and while continuing to do push-ups, he replied: "I've already woken up, brother, what's the matter?"

Zhao Qianling didn't say anything on the phone: "Then I'll come to your room to find you now."

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, Li Mushang knew that the senior brother had arrived, but he still didn't get up and said, "The door is open!"

Click, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Qianling was still wearing a black suit, looking like a domineering president.

He sat directly on the chair in front of Li Mushang, and said with a solemn face: "I got the news from my own channel, and it seems that the organizer of Han Country wants to target you."

Li Mushang smiled helplessly, but there was no very surprised look on his face.

Zhao Qianling saw the indifferent junior stomping anxiously: "Why are you not in a hurry, kid?"

"The organizers of the Cold Country are going to target you. They have already planned to make a fool of you tonight."

Li Mushang stood up, his face and body were covered with sweat, he picked up the hotel towel and wiped it off, then sat down calmly and said.

"Aren't there few things I've been targeted along the way?"

"One more is not much, and one less is not much.",

"I can figure it out with my ass. This must have been done by Du Hua and the plutocrats from Hanguo."

"Successively sent her two important leek harvesters into the hospital. According to the urine nature of the entertainment company, they will definitely retaliate."

"Du Hua started her business here in Han Country, and I just came here again this time. It's normal for me to get in touch with the old contacts."

Zhao Qianling was stunned, he didn't expect that the junior brother in front of him would know everything.

"Then what don't you do?"

Li Mushang made a cup of tea for himself and his senior brother: "If I make a move now, they will be on guard and back up. It would be better if I don't move."

"It's just that I don't know what kind of counterattack they will make tonight. That's what worries me."

In fact, on the second day after Du Hua talked with Han Guo chaebol, Li Xianji reminded him that pretending to know nothing now is the best solution after thinking about it.

The only variable is how much influence the chaebols have, and whether Hanguo's entertainment industry wants to completely tear themselves apart from Huaxia.

After Zhao Qianling heard the explanation, the worried look on his face eased a lot.
His younger brother doesn't seem to be a reckless man, since the other party knew it well, he didn't say anything more, and left the room after admonishing everything to be careful.

Li Mushang's heart was still warm, he sighed and went into the bathroom to take a good shower.

At noon, the main roads outside the Seoul Stadium were all blocked, and spectators who came by car could only park two blocks away and walk there.

There was a lot of people outside the stadium, and many spectators had already gathered outside. At the same time, there were still a large number of police and security guards.

Among the crowd, which were almost all audiences from the cold country, a touch of red was extremely conspicuous. This group of people was composed of Chinese overseas students, Chinese businessmen, and tourists.

The gymnasium can accommodate more than 2 spectators. At this time, the dozens of Huaxia spectators are really not enough.

There are still few people, and the momentum is still there. Wearing red turbans and wearing uniform clothing, they are gathering together and shouting slogans in unison.

The art troupe had already arrived at the scene by bus. They were not blocked two blocks away, but drove unimpeded to the side entrance of the gymnasium.

The dozens of Huaxia audience in front are already waiting.

"Teachers, come on!"

"Away games must also have momentum."

"Teacher Li is on the rise!"

When Li Mushang and others got out of the car, these lovely fellow villagers kept shouting words of encouragement.

The members of the Art Troupe were also encouraged, smiling and nodding in response.

The audience in the cold country didn't seem to be very impressed with the members of the art troupe, and they didn't intend to come over to talk to them at all, and just regarded them as air.

Before the party started, everyone smelled unfriendly atmosphere.

It seemed that tonight was definitely not as harmonious as it appeared on the surface, and everyone couldn't help cheering up again, winding up their slack nerves.

After the assembly of the art troupe, no matter whether it was the security guard or the party staff, they walked into the actor's passage, and saw that they didn't have any expressions on their faces. This atmosphere made everyone feel very uncomfortable.

After everyone entered the room that said Huaxia Artists Lounge, they complained very dissatisfied.

"This group of people from the cold country really brought out the characteristics of small belly and chicken intestines to the extreme."

"The last time we held a red and white song meeting in Yanjing, we received them according to the highest standards, and we didn't pretend to be any union."

"At their home court this time, the good guy, whether it's ordinary people or staff, looks like we owe him money and haven't paid him back."

Liao Changjian waved his hand and said, "If you perform well on stage today, then hitting these people in the face will be more effective than anything else."

"The show was broadcast live in both countries at the same time. There were few Chinese audiences, but there were quite a few people who paid attention in China."

"Countless pairs of eyes are staring at us, so don't let me lose the chain."

After everyone heard Mr. Liao's words, they quickly echoed and expressed that they would try their best.

The door of the lounge where they were talking was pushed open, and Li Xianji, Liu Qingshi and others walked in.

Li Xianji introduced earlier that Liu Qingshi is one of the few cold country artists who have a good impression of Huaxia. Liu Qingshi is the host of this evening party, the national host of Han Country, similar to our Huaxia Mr. He and Mr. Wang.

He is a well-known little fan of Zhang Guorong, so he also has a good impression of Huaxia.

When they learned that the Huaxia Art Troupe had arrived, they came to visit with Li Xianji to show their friendship.

After the other party's visit was over, Liao Changjian took Li Mushang to reciprocate and went to the Hanguo lounge for a visit.

On the surface, the two sides are relatively friendly, but in the dark, even Li Mushang can't stand the tense atmosphere.