Chapter 382
Zhang Anqi's whole body trembled, and everyone felt her deep sadness.
The people who had been quiet because of Zhang Anqi's words seemed more quiet at this time.
It's like an invisible hand, with an unspeakable and strong emotion, holding everyone's throat.
Under the obstruction of Ye shuisu and Jiang Zehan, Fu Hanxue can't do anything at all. Her lips are getting whiter and whiter. Her eyes stare at Zhang Anqi, but she just didn't eat Zhang Anqi.
This woman, this bitch!
Why didn't she just kill her! spare all later trouble!
How did ye shuisu and Jiang Zehan know about her? What the hell is going on?
In the blank of Fu Hanxue's mind, Zhang Anqi's narration continues.
Although she couldn't see, she seemed to take a cold look at Fu Hanxue's direction with the unique directness of the blind, which was mixed with too many things. Even if Fu Hanxue is vicious, he will tremble when he sees that eye. But Zhang Anqi's eyes soon moved away.
She continued.
"God bless me. Because of my little talent, unremitting efforts for more than ten years, and my husband's full support, my music began to be recognized by people more and more. In a small circle, I began to be famous and won some small awards one after another."
"But these are just some small awards. In addition to a small number of people knowing me, I am still the unknown me. I am glad that my works can be liked by more people. My life was more colorful at that time. But at that time, it was just that."
"Until later, I used the love story with my husband as the material to create my new work cloud dream. It was the same as many of my previous works, but it was all my painstaking work."
"But after hearing this work, my husband said that this work had moved him beyond words, so he sent it to the Internet to show more people my talent."
"Although music has always been my dream, and I once dreamed of standing on the world music stage, I never thought that my real work enough to stand on the world stage would come so soon."
"This is Yunmeng. My husband and I didn't take it to the competition at that time, but someone took it to the competition after hearing my work on the Internet."
"Originally, my husband and I didn't know about it until someone came to buy my work and said they would give us enough money. As long as we give up the creative right and copyright of this work, this work has nothing to do with us anymore."
"The other party gave a lot of money, which was very attractive. My husband and I were poor. In addition, I was pregnant with my husband's children at that time. We were really excited when we thought of it."
"But it was strange, so my husband checked the work again before he promised to see why the other party was willing to spend so much money to buy the work."
"Originally, we couldn't know, but it happened that we knew some people in the local music industry. Only then did we know that this cloud dream was not only sent to participate in the 37th World Music Award, but also appreciated by the judges. It has been determined to be nominated at least. It has not been announced, so the public doesn't know."
"The world music gold award is a great award in the music industry. Once my work is nominated, the honor it brings me is not measurable by money."
"Thinking that this is my dream, thinking that this is the work I have worked hard to write down and my painstaking efforts, even if it is just a nomination, maybe I can make much money in the future, but my husband and I finally decided not to sell cloud dream."
"The people who came to us to buy works had a good attitude, but they suddenly changed their face after hearing that we said not to sell them. But at this time, they still didn't show their true colors. They seemed to be completely annoyed when we said not to sell them no matter how much they added."
"At that time, the announcement of the nominated advanced works of the 37th World Music Award was imminent, and the Century Music Committee was also contacting the contributors of the works and determining the creators."
Speaking of this, Zhang Anqi paused, with a gray cold in her eyes and a cone of sadness.
She raised her head, and the gorgeous ceiling lamp on the house went straight into her eyes. Her eyes didn't blink. It seemed that she saw something and didn't see anything.
She closed her eyes and opened them again. The eyes without focus seemed to have tears flashing, but after all, nothing flowed out.
She stopped for a moment and went on.
Because her words were so attractive, she seemed to be coming slowly, but the strong emotions were too infectious, so few people found that her story had stopped when she paused a little.
Then her words mixed with sadness began to affect people's hearts again.
Every word she said seemed to have a strong sense of picture, making people seem to be in it.
"It was a night. Seeing that we were reluctant to sign the agreement on the transfer of creative rights and copyrights, those people took people into our home and forced me to sign the agreement by tough means."
"Although I couldn't see it, I could hear it. That night, the leader was a woman. First, they beat my husband and forced me to sign an agreement."
"They fought very hard and listened to my husband's pain under their violence. Because I was distressed, I just wanted to sign an agreement and let things go."
"But my husband told me not to bow to them, not because he bowed to them, so I gritted my teeth and didn't sign."
"So, at the instigation of the leading woman, they turned their attack on me."
"They did it very hard and showed no mercy. It didn't matter if they hit me, but I was pregnant at that time, so I covered my stomach and begged them not to hit my stomach or hurt my child..."
"But it happened that after hearing my statement, the woman headed by me personally kicked me in the stomach and said, am I willing to sign the agreement, am I willing to sign the agreement..."
"I can feel how the child in my belly is experiencing inhuman pain under the tyrannical treatment of that woman. I can no longer support it. I compromised. Finally, I signed an agreement with tears and let my work cloud dream out..."