As soon as these people walked onto the stage, the audience below went crazy, trying their best to cheer for them, as if they were trying to get their favorite singers to look at them.
Some singers from overseas were also surprised. They didn't expect that they had fans in China.
Although it cannot be compared with the Moonlight Girl who almost occupied half of the scene, it is still far worse than what they imagined.
At this time, these overseas singers all showed subtle smiles on their faces, and they seemed to be happy that they had fans in China.
At least you won’t feel lonely. Even if you are in a foreign country, you can find comfort and find a suitable opportunity to display your talents.
On the other side, Guan Fei had already stood beside Zhou Yiyang again.
She glanced at Zhou Yiyang and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Zhou, you really are so predictable! As you said, the artists are all very happy. Even if they don't have many fans in the audience, seeing them is a comfort."
"Well, that's natural. We definitely have to reserve a certain share for overseas fans. Otherwise, if they see their favorite singers are ignored in China, it will definitely dampen their participation and enthusiasm."
"But when I think that four people will leave after tonight, I still find it cruel." Guan Fei sighed. She was particularly worried that some domestic singers would leave.
At the beginning, of course, she hoped that Moonlight Girl could win the championship. As for the performance of other singers, she didn't care much.
But when she really participated in all the competitions in the World Singer Contest and the Chinese region with all her heart, she found out that she was wrong, completely wrong.
During these few months of getting along, she has completely become a fan of all the singers in the Chinese region.
She watched them grow, advance, overcome all obstacles, stand out from so many singers, and finally stand on this stage representing China.
This made her feel extremely proud and proud.
"Mr. Zhou, do you think all our people can advance?" Guan Fei raised his head and asked with great concern.
Zhou Yiyang laughed suddenly when he heard this. "How can I answer your question? I'm not a fortune teller. I can only say, do your best! In the first round, I couldn't guess anything."
Guan Fei nodded. All she could do was hope that the domestic singers could get a relatively later order of performance.
With so many people standing on the stage, it still looked a bit crowded from the audience's perspective.
Fortunately, their attention was basically focused on their favorite singers, and there were stars in their eyes at this moment.
"Tang Yue is dressed much more elegantly tonight than usual!"
In a mansion, Ning Mang heard his father of high status suddenly say these words, and he even wondered if he had heard it wrongly.
So he turned around and looked at his father suspiciously, as if he had been possessed by someone else.
"Dad, you actually know her name? Could it be that you've been secretly listening to their songs while I was away?"
At this time, Ning Mang's mother immediately came over and patted her son on the head:
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid! Their group is so popular, and we're not cavemen, how could we not know about it?"
At this time, Ning Mang's eldest brother laughed:
"Mom, my brother hasn't been back for a long time, so he might not understand you guys very well!"
Ning Mang pursed his lips and said in a somewhat unconvinced manner:
"If you hadn't told me to go home, I would have been watching the show live right now."
My mother shook her head and said softly, "You sponsored this program, too. We definitely have to pay attention to it. You must have invested quite a bit of money, right?"
"Mom, don't worry! This program isn't about how much money you invest. It's about whether you can invest without any investment. This time, I'm sure I'll make a profit!"
The mother sighed, but she also understood that Ning Mang was not lying.
"You were really lucky to have met Zhou Yiyang and established a good relationship with him! Otherwise, with your personality, no matter how much money you gave me, it would be charity."
Ning Mang immediately stopped talking and continued watching TV.
Sure enough, no matter how fashionable his mother was when she was young, she likes to nag when she gets old.
He'd better just watch the show.
After everyone was gathered, Jiang Yang announced the rules:
"I have 20 red envelopes here. Just to share some information with our overseas audience, red envelopes are a symbol of celebration and good luck in China. Everyone who receives a red envelope tonight will have good luck."
When the overseas audience heard this, they all laughed and were very interested in the small red cube in Jiang Yang's hand.
"And inside each red envelope, there will be a number, which also represents the order of appearance tonight."
He picked up a red envelope, walked in front of the camera, and demonstrated it in all directions: "As you can see, each red envelope is exactly the same. The probability of everyone winning is the same. It all depends on luck!"
Wang Xingrui immediately touched Su Yin beside her and said, "Luck, that's your strong point. Come on!"
Su Yin rubbed his brows helplessly:
"Ruirui, your impatient tone is like you're calling me to hurry up and deliver it."
However, although Su Yin complained, he had already given this task to himself.
She took a deep breath and randomly picked one from the red envelopes.
Soon, all twenty red envelopes were divided up. The overseas singers were very interested in the red envelopes and held them up in front of them, examining the designs on them.
Su Yin tore open the red envelope the fastest, and she felt even more excited than when she opened red envelopes as a child.
A colored strip fell into her hand, and when she looked carefully, she found it was the number "8".
In terms of meaning, this is definitely a good number.
Judging from the order of appearance, this position is in the middle and is generally okay.
"Not bad, 8, that means we're going to get rich!" Lin Xuan'er said with a smile, "So, after tonight, I should go buy a lottery ticket."
"But there are 20 people tonight," Tang Yue whispered, "After everyone finishes singing, I suspect the audience will have forgotten what the first ten people sang."
At this moment, the country singer from America suddenly squatted on the ground.
She waved the colored ribbons in her hands, feeling so powerless.
Wang Xingrui glanced sideways, covering her mouth and saying, "Oh my god, she drew number one. Her performance style is rather bland, so being the first to appear is a bit of a disadvantage."
For a moment, the American audience became nervous.
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