As he entered the central area of the vehicle, the first thing he saw was a flashing sign outside the window.
Xiao He sat up straight, his gaze sweeping out the window.
Outside the car window, a large group of people stood quietly on both sides of the road, holding up light boards and banners. Only when cars passed by them would they excitedly wave their props, their mouths opening and closing, but they restrained themselves from making a sound.
Xiao He saw his name, "Xiao He," written on those light-up signs.
Many of the people who came to the scene were his fans.
It's on the left, and it's on the right too.
They didn't know which car had Xiao He in it, so they simply stayed where they were, waving their props to prove their presence.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Liu Rulan also saw the dense crowd of fans on the roadside. As if she had thought of something, she lowered her voice and said, "According to inside information, your votes were overwhelmingly in first place during the preliminary round."
Although Xiao He's fans have never had a high profile in the industry, it doesn't mean they lack fighting power.
They keep a low profile because they never go around declaring war or putting others down, and also because Xiao He has enough ability to prove himself, so he doesn't need anyone to repeatedly emphasize his acting skills or his excellence.
But when it's their turn to take the stage, the fans never hesitate.
During the preliminary rounds of the Hundred Stars Award, Xiao He was already unmatched, even by top-tier seniors.
Their affection, just like now, is filled with silence.
Xiao He pursed his lips and stared out the window without saying a word.
"You probably won't lose to anyone else in this vote," Liu Rulan continued nagging. "Are you nervous?"
Xiao He's gaze swept across the crowd, seeing some familiar faces and others that were not so familiar, but he did not answer Liu Rulan's question.
His silence prevented Liu Rulan from pressing him further.
Soon, the driver, Lao Qi, announced, "We've arrived."
"good."
Xiao He pushed open the door and got out of the car.
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The Baiming Awards were held in Qinhuangdao, which is next to Beijing. The venue was of average size, lacking the grandeur of Beijing or the opulence of Shanghai, but it was more than adequate as the venue for the "Traffic Award," one of the three major awards.
Most of the celebrities attending this event are important artists with high popularity and generate buzz, so the entrance was already packed with people, the surrounding area was blocked off by barriers, and fans from various groups were gathered in the distance tonight.
Judging from this, the overall scale of the event is quite grand.
The crew was the same group that attended Cannes. As a crew destined to receive a lot of attention tonight, they no longer needed to use their fashion to highlight their star power. Apart from actress Ding Wanyu, who wore a champagne-colored evening gown, everyone else was dressed in ordinary black suits, making it impossible to find fault with them.
After a brief interaction with the host, everyone entered the building to the sound of a new round of introductions.
Upon entering the venue, Xiao He noticed that the decoration of the venue was quite special.
From the outside, the venue appears to be a rectangular building, but from the inside, the main hall is oval-shaped with an open center, allowing you to see the ceiling when you look up. The staircase next to it is also an arc-shaped structure, resembling an empty barrel, and the center looks very spacious.
Xiao He couldn't help but look up again and again, finding the building structure quite interesting. It was a proper meeting place, but it was designed like a shopping mall. You could see what each floor looked like from the ground floor, and as you walked up, you could see blue sky and white clouds.
However, this half-area is not the official awards ceremony hall; it can only be considered the foyer of the venue.
"It's still early. Shall we go to the back lounge first, or go straight to the front?"
Ning Jiaqi glanced at his watch and asked Xiao He and the others beside him.
People usually go to the lounge at this time to touch up their makeup, grab a bite to eat, or satisfy their cravings for cigarettes.
Xiao He was still looking up at the dome decorations, not having any of these thoughts, and simply shook his head.
Others also wanted to get into the room and sit down.
The group then went directly into the awards hall.
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