"Cameras, get ready! A huge wave of celebrities is coming! Please respond if you hear me! Please respond if you hear me!"

"The entire photography crew has received this!"

"Are the seats inside all arranged? Lights, lights, turn off those colorful lights first, they're making my eyes jump around."

"Report to the assistant director, the seating arrangement isn't finalized yet. Boss Feng just ordered that Ming Jiayi from Yuyue Entertainment be placed in the outermost seat of the third row, but given her fame, doing so will likely result in us being criticized by netizens again tonight."

Now that I've finished explaining, could the assistant director please tell me what to do next?

The assistant director pushed up his sunglasses and walked toward the staff member in charge of arranging the seating with a serious expression.

"My dear Assistant Director Fan, what should we do?" the staff member asked Fan Wenfeng with a mournful expression.

"Let me ask you, what is President Feng's role in this event?" Fan Wenfeng asked, raising an eyebrow in a serious tone.

The staff member hesitated for a second or two, "What...is it?"

Fan Wenfeng lightly tapped the staff member on the head and said in a cheeky manner,

“It’s the organizer of our event! What’s the organizer? It’s a big shot! Just do as she says. Remove all the chairs in the third row, leaving only one in the middle, and that seat is for Ming Jiayi.”

The staff member hesitated for a moment...

I don't understand what happened...

Fan Wenfeng felt a sense of disappointment and frustration. "There's only one chair left in the third row. No matter where that chair is placed, isn't it just on the very edge of the third row?"

"Oh! I understand! When President Feng asks, that's what we'll tell her, right?"

"Yes, yes, so you'd better hurry up and line up, otherwise those stiff... oh no, the celebrities will be coming in soon."

"Okay, Assistant Director Fan."

After saying that, the staff member quickly led her teammates to the third row to remove the chairs.

Fan Wenfeng stood still, picked up the walkie-talkie again, and began his patrol.

"Where are the logistics staff? What are those big, dark things under the stage? Get rid of them now. Please reply!"

"Reporting to Assistant Director Fan, you'd better take off your sunglasses quickly, those are the sound system!" the sound engineer replied somewhat resentfully.

Fan Wenfeng gave a somewhat awkward "Oh," and then quickly took off his sunglasses.

The next second, the director's voice came through his in-ear monitor.

"Fan Wenfeng, what are you doing again? Come over here and take a look at the program schedule."

A burst of laughter rang out in the huge hall, and every staff member, regardless of which group they were in, heard the angry shout.

Fan Wenfeng nimbly climbed onto the stage, lifted the curtain on the right side of the stage, and then slipped inside.

"I'm here, I'm here. What are your orders, Director?" Fan Wenfeng asked the Director with a grin.

The director was busy confirming the order of appearance for the company representatives with several producers and didn't have time to pay attention to Fan Wenfeng, so he casually placed a stack of hosting scripts and a stack of program lists in front of Fan Wenfeng.

"The list above is a revised list of sponsors for tonight's event. Take it to the two hosts. The list below is the order of appearance for the program. Please double-check to make sure there are no problems."

"Okay, I'm off then." Fan Wenfeng said as he ran outside.

There are too many serious and rigid people here; it's not suitable for him. The best course of action is to leave.

Fan Wenfeng took the small stack of papers to the backstage dressing room, found the host, and then calmly and confidently gave the instructions.

"Handsome guys and beautiful girls, take a look. This is a list of all the sponsors and their lines for tonight's event. Check it out now."

"You've added more? How come there are so many sponsors?" the female host asked jokingly with a smile.

“Hey, isn’t this a good thing?” the male host replied.

Seeing that the dressing room was so bright and airy, and that he wouldn't be able to mistake a trash bag for a speaker again, Fan Wenfeng picked up his sunglasses and put them on.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? Every single one of the shows and events I've produced has an overwhelming number of sponsors."

"Yes, Assistant Director Fan is young and promising."

Fan Wenfeng raised an eyebrow smugly, then turned around and left them with a dashing, handsome back view.

He took the program sheets and walked onto the stage, carefully checking the order of appearance with the staff.

About ten minutes later.

A slightly hurried and anxious voice came through the in-ear monitor.

"Calling the assistant director! Calling the assistant director! The artists are starting to arrive. Is everything ready inside? Do we need to take more photos to buy some time?"

Fan Wenfeng picked up his walkie-talkie and asked with a swagger,

"Did you all hear that? Are you all ready? Check for any omissions or oversights, and get back to me quickly, one by one."

"The film crew is ready. Over."

"The check-in area is ready. Over."

"Logistics department is ready. Over."

"Lights over."

"..."

All 15 departments have completed their reports.

Fan Wenfeng lightly pressed the walkie-talkie. "Everyone is ready. Please give the instructions, Director."

"Alright, let's go in." the director instructed.

The doors to the venue were opened, and the bustling sounds outside immediately reached everyone's ears.

The person in charge of registration at the entrance stood straight, smiling and looking directly ahead politely.

Photographers and reporters crowded at the intersection ahead, snapping close-up photos of the celebrities as they got out of their cars.

The flashes from the cameras were almost blinding, but the celebrities didn't even blink when faced with them.

Not far away, three people slowly stepped out of the car. They walked gracefully, each step feeling as light as if they were walking on cotton.

They walked up to the signature wall, picked up the pens handed to them by the stagehands, and quickly signed their names on the wall.

Then, they turned to look at the photographers and reporters, and as they saw a flurry of flashes, their smiles grew even brighter.

Photographers are like emotionless machines, only capable of pressing the shutter and adjusting their positions.

They might take thousands of photos tonight.

Although all the celebrities present were good-looking, with so many people, each one stunningly beautiful, they quickly became visually fatigued...

Unless they catch someone's eye, they're too lazy to show much emotion; completing the task is enough.

The photographer stood there and quietly gave an OK sign, and the staff member immediately went over to signal the three people to continue walking forward.

People come in batches, how can we have enough time to take so many photos of them?

The camera is connected to a computer, and a dedicated person sits in front of the computer to receive the photos, then forwards them to the artists' agents or the artists themselves.

However, if they discover trending topics or photograph celebrities, they will edit the photos on the spot and post them directly on Weibo.