Manager Sheng was still in the company at this time, discussing the contract renewal issues of several artists with two senior executives.

When he received the call, he still had a pen in his hand.

Hearing this, he was also stunned for a moment and didn't react: "Sister Fan, what did you say?"

A place in the international finals?

Zhao Fan has some experience in the circle, but it is still far inferior to Manager Sheng. However, Manager Sheng has always insisted on calling her Sister Fan, and Zhao Fan is now used to it.

She no longer corrected Manager Sheng's way of addressing him, but she was still in awe of him and repeated it again.

The manager of the variety show that Meng Fu participated in also knew about it, especially since they had originally opened a separate section on their app for "Best Idol".

Zhao Fan was given many opportunities afterwards.

However, Manager Sheng did not sign Meng Fu because he hoped that Meng Fu would become a big star, nor did he expect her to achieve anything on this variety show.

However, he didn't expect that Zhao Fan would suddenly give him such explosive news at this time.

...

...

"Global Idol" is an idol program for a group of idols, hosted by four countries. It not only represents the strength of the group, but also the maturity of the development of the entertainment media in this country.

Ever since this variety show was introduced, China has always been a runner-up.

Manager Sheng is in the entertainment industry, so he naturally knows what it means for Meng Fu to enter the finals of an international competition. While she fought for her place on the stage, she also helped a domestic girl group go global.

"You arrange for the PR department," Manager Sheng had a clear mind. This was the best time to attract fans, so he arranged for his assistants, "Ask them to work overtime overnight to send out various press releases. The copywriting and videos must be edited well. It would be best if we could get the videos taken by reporters or fans."

He gave orders one by one.

"Manager Sheng, I don't think it's necessary to ask everyone to work overtime so late..." The assistant beside him responded. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a call pop up on his phone and suddenly said silently.

Manager Sheng turned around and asked, "Hmm?"

"Ms. Meng not only made it to the finals, but also won second place. You may not know what this second place means, but—" The assistant put his chin down and silently showed the content on his phone to Manager Sheng, reminding him: "Now the top search on Tiandu Browser and Weibo is this news, especially the short video clip by the reporter from Pigeon Newspaper, which has 580,000 comments."

At this point, the assistant paused, and then concluded, "There is no need to rush to release more soft articles. Too much is as bad as too little. Moreover, the natural popularity of Ms. Meng's case has already achieved an effect that even our public relations efforts cannot achieve..."

Manager Sheng: “…” He is not good at anything and is the best at sabotaging others.

**

In Country H, Zhao Fan and the director and his team were accepting the next round of interviews.

In just one hour, the story of Xia country's dark horse Meng Fu had already spread across two countries, and the popularity had surpassed that of Haruhi Natsuko. The media finally discovered this fact.

But unfortunately, no media was able to interview Meng Fu. Only the director and other domestic contestants were interviewed.

As the largest entertainment newspaper in the country, the female reporter from Dove Newspaper has contacted Director Mu through her leader and wants to do a personal interview with Meng Fu.

"Exclusive interviews with respective newspapers are usually only available to first- and second-tier artists. It's a rare opportunity," Director Mu said to Zhao Fan, holding a glass of water in his hand. "I didn't refuse on Meng Fu's behalf. She should be back soon, so she should be able to accept the interview."

Zhao Fan could evaluate these on his own without Director Mu telling him.

Indeed, exclusive interviews with pigeons are rare, but when Director Mu said that Meng Fu would be back soon, she didn't know how to respond.

"Director, let's do this interview when we get back to China," Zhao Fan lowered his head and checked his phone. It had been a while since he disappeared. Meng Fu should be on the plane. "She should be on the plane. I'll go arrange for some of her fans."

As she said that, she said goodbye to Director Mu, Tang Ze and the others and went to look for Meng Fu's fans.

After she left, Director Mu said to Tang Ze with a smile, "She's just too stubborn. Let's wait a little longer until Meng Fu comes back."

The two of them were also happy and actually waited there.

Two hours later, Director Mu could no longer maintain his smile. He got out of the business car and went to find Tang Ze.

Three hours later, Meng Fu still hadn't returned, and Director Mu began to doubt himself.

Four hours later, Zhao Fan and several fans of Meng Fu came back after eating hot pot. Seeing Director Mu and Tang Ze were still waiting, they were silent for a moment.

She didn't do anything, just called Meng Fu on the spot and turned on the external speaker.

It was very late, and Meng Fu only said one word: "Speak."

Zhao Fan, "Where are you?"

Meng Fu put on his hood and lowered his head, so that most of his face could not be seen. He walked forward along with the flow of people, "T City Airport."

Zhao Fan was not surprised. She warned, "Be careful, take a rest for two days, don't rush to practice singing, and call me if you have any problem."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fan didn't say anything. He just glanced at Director Mu and Tang Ze and sighed.

Director Mu turned to Tang Ze silently: "Didn't you check the plane ticket?"

Tang Ze: “…I really checked.”

Director Mu: "Oh, you are so young, but your eyesight is not good."

**

T City.

When Meng Fu came back, she only brought a canvas bag and took a taxi back to No. 1 Middle School after leaving the airport.

Two-thirty in the morning.

She opened the door of the study. There was a small silver hydraulic press on the desk. As soon as she walked in, the machine seemed to recognize her. A small door on the side opened automatically, revealing a dozen transparent glass pipes inside.

Two small robotic arms appeared on both sides of the door at the same time.

The whole machine is not beautiful, even very rough.

The pipe at the exit leads directly to a very ordinary glass bottle, which has accumulated a few drops of light blue liquid.

The robotic arm took out the glass bottle and handed it to Meng Fu. Meng Fu took a look at it and then took it. Another robotic arm put a new glass bottle in.

After getting the things, she didn't rest, but took a taxi to find Su Cheng again.

We arrived at our destination at three in the morning.

The lights in Su Cheng's villa were still on. The door was locked with a password. Su Cheng had already given Meng Fu the password in a text message, and she entered directly using the password.

Sudi's room is on the first floor.

The door was open, and there was no one downstairs. The room was simple except for a few sophisticated instruments beside his bed.

Meng Fu had never seen these instruments before, nor had he studied them. He just stretched out two fingers and placed them on Su Di's wrist, closing his eyes slightly.

Two minutes later, she couldn't help but press her brows.

She knew that Dr. Lao Luo was also a very skilled Chinese medicine practitioner. The last time she heard him talk about Su Di's condition, she thought it was okay and that the so-called Feng Shen Doctor they mentioned should be able to control it. How come Su Di's condition got worse after he hadn't been back for two days?

Meng Fu took out a few drops of light blue liquid from his pocket, poured a drop on the edge of Su Di's nose, and placed the remaining drops on the bedside of Su Di.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside.

"What did you just give Su Di to eat?" a scolding voice came.

Meng Fu tilted her head and took a look. It was Wei Jingke.

She still had two slender fingers on Su Di's pulse, not panicking at all, and without raising her head: "I have learned some medical skills from my master, I will help Su Di."

Wei Jingke hadn't had much rest for two days, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were dark. He just looked at the transparent glass bottle that Meng Fu had placed on the bedside of Su Di. Without saying anything, he strode over, picked up the transparent glass bottle, and threw it into the trash can. With bloodshot eyes, he said word by word: "Get out, Su Di can only be treated by Doctor Feng now!"