It's unclear what Zhu Lao Er said to his son alone, but when they came out again, both of them had a faint smile on their faces.

However, Zhu Wenjing would occasionally glance at her, his face bearing a strange blush, which made Qiao Xia feel extremely uneasy.

With only two hours left until dawn, the usually quiet streets suddenly became unusually noisy. When Qiao Xia went out to take a look, sure enough, the red flags were still flying and the colorful flags were waving.

On the open space in front of the school, support flags from various families have already been raised.

Qiao Xia had thought that the influx of casual fans would make the trainees' fans less enthusiastic than before, but now it seems that the opposite is true.

The cheering crowd was so large that it woke up the students in the school dormitory, who were curiously peering out the windows, seriously affecting their rest.

Qiao Xia urgently summoned her bodyguard team, but the support group just blocked the school gate and refused to leave. So Qiao Xia simply designated an area for each trainee's fans as their activity area.

These people then started putting up posters of their favorite idols in front of restaurants in designated areas, and then a group of them went on a spending spree, claiming that they "couldn't lose".

Qiao Xia shrugged helplessly, "Fine, it's a good thing if the boss makes more money."

Zhu Lao Er, who squeezed out of the school with Qiao Xia, stared dumbfounded at the support flag with his son's head printed on it. "They're all here to see my son?"

Qiao Xia nodded, "Yes."

Zhu Lao Er rubbed his hands excitedly, "This is great, this is great, I won't have to worry about finding a wife anymore."

Qiao Xia couldn't bear to tell him that if Zhu Wenjing continued in this industry, he would most likely never be able to get married.

But looking at the long queues in the restaurant, Zhu Lao Er felt a little distressed. "You said before that you could get them to spend 20 million. I didn't believe it before, but now I do. I don't think they could even spend it in a day."

Qiao Xia sensed the disdain in his words and retorted irritably, "What are you worried about? It's not like it's your money. Besides, they're doing this partly to help your son achieve his sales targets."

"To boost my son's sales figures? They're not going to give him any of the money. Wait, I need to have a serious talk with them..."

After saying that, Zhu Lao Er rushed in aggressively and demanded that the boss give his son a share of the profits. However, before he could even open his mouth, the fans thought he was trying to cut in line and surrounded him, criticizing his rude behavior.

"Tonight is debut night. Fans' actions are the idol's responsibility. Do you know how much damage your rude behavior will cause to your idol if it gets posted online? If your idol loses the favor of casual fans and misses out on a debut spot because of you, can you bear that responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lao Er nodded repeatedly with remorse, "Yes, yes, it was my fault... no, I didn't come to cut in line, I came to talk to the boss."

The young fan, with a serious expression, looked him up and down, seemingly trying to discern the truth in his words.

Zhu Lao Er was so anxious that he even started speaking in his local dialect, "I'm telling the truth, I'm a local, I know all the bosses here, I'm really not someone who cuts in line..."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Lao Er's loud voice once again caused the young fan to frown. "You need to speak politely. Since you're a fan of my brother, you represent his image. You need to speak politely and respectfully. And what about your clothes..."

Zhu Lao Er was dizzy from the little fan's nagging. He wondered why there were so many rules and regulations for being a fan. But the fan in front of him was someone who wholeheartedly liked his son and might even become his daughter-in-law in the future. He really didn't know what to say, so he could only look to Qiao Xia for help.

Qiao Xia casually avoided his gaze, hummed a little tune, and left with light steps.

She had been worried that Zhu Lao Er would get stuck on things and try to stop Zhu Wenjing from participating in the competition, but now that fans were giving him advice, she didn't have to worry.

As Qiao Xia walked and looked around, she saw that the streets were well-planned and orderly, and fans from various groups were even spontaneously promoting the shops in their respective idols' areas.

Some of them were responsible for taking pictures with their long lenses, some racked their brains to write copy, and others stood enthusiastically by the roadside, distributing easy-to-carry food to passersby on small cutting boards, and campaigning for their brothers.

Systems that had been dormant for a long time were brought to the forefront.

Fangirls are truly amazing creatures. Aside from viewing their idols through a thick filter, they seem to be capable of anything.

Qiao Xia nodded in agreement. She had originally planned to hold the finals in Pingkang Town, intending to use the fans' spending power to boost the GDP. Now it seems she had underestimated the potential.

Qiao Xia asked in confusion, "You came here just to tell me this?"

The system then remembered its important task.

[I'm here to remind you that the voting for the conscientious entrepreneur award closes tomorrow, and your dad isn't on the list yet. If you fail to complete the task by the deadline, I'll unbind you and send you back to the main system for rework.]

"That serious?" Qiao Xia was shocked.

The system's cold, electronic voice added a touch of sadness.

Perhaps this is what happens when someone's achievements overshadow their master.

Qiao Xia assured her, "Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to make sure you don't disappear from this world."

Qiao Xia thought about it carefully. Before, her father was so focused on doing charity that he thought they had already ranked first based on their reach, but he didn't expect that they didn't even make it into the top ten.

With a sense of awe, Qiao Xia opened the voting interface and saw that the entrepreneur at the top of the list only had 2,423 votes.

Qiao Xia was speechless. Was her dad really that weak?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that her father did not mention asking viewers to vote during the live broadcast. So, the viewers did not even think about voting for her father because the event was not well-known.

I have to say, Qiao Xia is right.

"Purple tsk." The sickeningly sweet voice startled Qiao Xia.

Turning around, she saw Tang Ling running towards her with bright eyes and outstretched arms. "Zi Tsk, I've missed you so much, it's been a month!"

Qiao Xia said stiffly, "I...miss you too?"

Tang Ling happily released her waist and naturally took her arm. "Sister was worried about my safety and didn't want me to come, so I waited until you finished what you were doing before coming. Aren't I a good girl?"

Qiao Xia was a little uncomfortable with her sweet words, and while trying to pull her hand away, she nodded reassuringly.

Tang Ling held her arm tightly in her arms and said to herself, "I hope I can help you, so I've decided to stay at Pingkang Middle School and be their music teacher. What do you think, sister?"

Qiao Xia immediately sensed something was wrong, but Tang Ling's mental state didn't seem very good.

Therefore, Qiao Xia didn't dare to refuse her directly, "Have you discussed this with your family?"