Chapter 42 Host, are you sad?
Jiang Huai was still browsing the forum when he suddenly received a message from Deng Zhenyi after a long time.
The program team had previously released the news that the third public performance would be a collaborative stage between the mentors.
All five mentors are very popular. Once their fans join in the race to grab tickets for the big stage, the already difficult-to-get tickets become even more difficult.
Chu Yuanqing was completely devastated, and with his heart beating and Deng Zhenyi's increasingly skilled delivery of support items, the two of them could easily handle it. This time he simply rested at home and did not contact them.
[Deng Zhenyi: Brother, this round only inherits 70%, and the voting coupons are not expired. If you want to vote for a large amount, don’t vote yet and stock up on votes.]
To Jiang Huai, Chu Yuanqing is actually a rich pauper.
Lawyer Chu's salary is just a number, a number that has nothing to do with him.
Not to mention buying peripherals, when he spent Chu Yuanqing's money to open an SVIP account, the system had to nag him for a long time, from "Host, you have to work hard to counterattack" to "It is immoral to get something for nothing."
Chu Yuanqing, who had never spent money to buy peripherals and had nothing to do with the word "large investment", typed a reply.
【Chu: OK.】
[Deng Zhenyi: Our data team said that the scattered fans’ votes in this round are enough to guarantee 1. The core krypton gold fans are hoarding tickets this time, and there will definitely be a big gap in the finals. ]
[Deng Zhenyi: Let me tell you a secret. We calculated that the core group alone could cast more than 300,000 votes, not to mention the casual fans who make up the majority.]
Jiang Huai was stunned.
SVIP costs 25 yuan a month, 3 votes a week, and 12 votes in four weeks a month, which means the average price is 2 yuan per vote. It is the cheapest way to vote and is considered a means for the program team to attract passers-by.
Because the peripherals themselves have commodity attributes and production and transportation costs, the average price is much higher than that of SVIP. Even the most cost-effective small card has an average price of 10 yuan per vote.
How much did you say???
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Saturday, August 17th, the day of the San Gong stage performance.
Because the mentors also had to participate on stage, it was really troublesome for PD He Chen to act as the host, so the program team specially invited a special MC, who was the original singer of the previous public song "Mermaid" and the young actress that Hua Tian has been promoting in recent years, Xiang Wan.
Xiao Wenping's group and He Chen's group were in the same dressing room. While they were doing their makeup, Xiang Wan knocked on the door and called Si Xi out.
He saw that Prince Si had a bad expression when he went out, and when he came back his face was even uglier than when he went out. Not long after, he was taken out for a talk by PD He Chen from the same company. It was like a parent-teacher meeting in a round-the-clock manner.
Jiang Huai recalled what Si Xi said when he ran into her in the practice room that day when he called his family. He quickly made up a story in his mind: a strong mother who entrusted her to persuade him, she failed and entrusted him again, what would happen to him?
[Your imagination is really getting richer.] The system said sarcastically, [Back then, you had to rack your brains to write a little gay drama, but now you can imagine other people's story lines so easily. You have made great progress.]
Jiang Huai pretended not to hear the sarcasm: [Thank you.]
After finishing their makeup, each group was called to reshoot scenes. Xiao Wenping took the opportunity to secretly take them to the backstage where other staff members were.
With less than an hour left before the show started, Jiang Huai finally saw the highlight that she had talked about in the practice room and "had not told the other mentors."
They are the exclusive accompaniment band she has been working with since her first tour more than ten years ago.
Not all band members were present, only the drummer, guitarist, bassist and keyboardist came, but it was already quite lively in a venue with 2,000 people.
As soon as Xiao Wenping walked into the lounge, four people came up to her impatiently and hugged her in turn. The trainees stood by and acted as a background.
[We have known each other for more than ten years. We are really good friends.] Jiang Huai said.
The system vaguely sensed that his tone seemed a little off. Artificial intelligence always spoke directly: [Host, are you sad? ]
[I’m not really sad.] Jiang Huai shook his head and paused, [I’m just a little envious.]
If it weren't for the incident when he was 14, he would have friends whom he had known for many years and with whom he had a good relationship.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
Jiang Huai was originally born in an ordinary family of three. His parents loved each other very much. Although his family was not very wealthy, it was better than most and lived a happy life without any worries.
During the Chinese New Year, Dad would make dumplings and Mom would accompany him to cut paper-cuts; every year when Jiang Huai has his birthday, the family would buy a cake to celebrate, and there would be one more candle on the cake every year.
Kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, everything was progressing in an orderly manner, and Jiang Huai was growing up little by little in this loving home.
Until his third year in junior high school.
He remembered it clearly. It was an English class. The English teacher was explaining the reading comprehension test that he had just done the day before. He had answered all the questions correctly. He was sitting by the window in the hallway in a daze when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the window.
Jiang Huai turned around in surprise and found that it was his homeroom teacher. The other party greeted the English teacher and called him out. He originally thought that he did not do well in the monthly exam, so the homeroom teacher actually called him out during class to criticize and talk.
Jiang Huai had no idea what was going on, and was even confused: He felt that he did well in the monthly exam? Was there something wrong?
He followed the head teacher blankly into the empty lounge. With pity in his eyes, the head teacher told Jiang Huai apologetically that his parents had just passed away in a car accident.
At 14, you are no longer a child. At this age, people begin to understand things and gradually learn about the world, but it is still too difficult for a 14-year-old to quickly accept the death of his parents.
After the high school entrance exam, Jiang Huai was picked up by his grandmother and moved away, completely losing contact with his childhood friends. Later, the classmates he met in high school were only half-acquaintances, and after taking graduation photos, they became complete strangers.
If you really count them one by one, his best friend now is probably Yu Lan, the character he played, and then it would be the other people he met on "Produce Producer".
...But if his best friend is Yu Lan, then he is not completely cut off from his childhood friends. After all, there is still his childhood sweetheart Chu Yuanqing who appeared out of nowhere.
[How wonderful, it's like your childhood fantasy friends have become reality. And maybe you can be friends with Si Xisheng Mingzhi for more than ten years, no, decades.]
The system consoled him: [And now there are so many fans who like you. I estimate that among the two thousand people sitting outside, at least five hundred of them are here for you. Be happy!]
819 is still very human when he speaks nicely. Jiang Huai calmed down his depressed mood and laughed: [You are exaggerating. There are many fans of the mentors here today, how can there be 500 of my fans. ]
The system snorted twice: [You still don't know enough about your popularity. Didn't the forum say it yesterday? You are now the top by a huge margin, not the obscure one before. ]
[Alright, alright.] The system ended this sad conversation, [You'll be on stage soon, why don't you howl a bit to warm up your voice?]
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"Hello everyone, I am Xiang Wan, the special MC for the third performance of Produce Producer today." Xiang Wan was wearing a dress and was very calm in the face of the camera and the screams of the audience. "I am very happy to be invited by the program team to come to the stage today."
【? Why didn’t you tell me earlier that I would be the host!!!】
【This also means that the contestants’ fans really won’t be able to enter the venue. 】
[Sisters, please delete this post. This loser in the lottery has broken down... I thought there were only 32 people left and the tickets should be easy to grab, but how come there are still fans of the mentors joining in! ]
After thanking the audience and sponsors for the classic opening remarks, Xiang Wan got to the point: "Then let's hand over the stage to the first group of today, "Suits" led by PD He Chen!"
The venue suddenly became dark.
As the retro prelude sounded, the lights focused on the red telephone booth on the left side of the stage. The glass door of the telephone booth was half-open, and only a person could be vaguely seen standing inside.
The glass door opened automatically and the person inside hung up the phone.
The wide brim of his hat concealed his face, and his coat was well-tailored, showing his good figure. He Chen, wearing a black coat, walked out of the phone booth with big strides and picked up the leather suitcase next to the phone booth.
[The old man seems to be dreaming of his youthful pretentiousness. He is still so pretentious at his age. I am really...]
[Just tell me if I am good-looking or not? 】
【handsome. 】
As He Chen walked towards the center of the stage, the background music gradually slowed down. Five trainees from the same group wearing similar black suits also came on stage at some point, each holding a black cane in their hands.
He Chen stood in the C position, and the last note of the prelude fell.
The music suddenly broke out, and the strong rhythm surged like a tide. He Chen threw the briefcase upwards, and the props changed in the air. He caught the falling crutch with one hand and hit the ground heavily. The sound was dull and powerful, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the audience.
When the group dance begins, the crutches are adjusted in time with the movements, and the interweaving is a feast for the eyes.
As the dance progressed, all six members in the group moved in unison, their heights varied, but they managed to maintain almost the same height while swinging their sticks.
The overall dance is not difficult, but it is still quite novel with the use of special props. The black suit combined with the sliding step is a timeless classic, and the audience cheered every time the cane hit the stage.
The music rhythm became faster and faster, the dance moves became more and more intensive, but every movement and jump of the six people on the stage was still brisk.
This time, the trainees sat together with their corresponding instructors backstage. Jiang Huai sat to the right of Xiao Wenping. The female instructor exclaimed in surprise: "He is already this old, but he can still dance?"
No trainee dared to respond to her.
The song finally ended, and the five trainees bent down to finish. He Chen took off his hat and threw it towards the audience. Screams broke out from the audience. After a few seconds of chaos, the director gave the camera to the lucky audience member who caught the hat.
[Five thousand for a hat worn by He Chen. I am the lucky audience member who got it. Come on, idiot:)]
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