Pei Hanzhou didn't care at first, but when he closed the file, he realized something and asked calmly, "Are they watching her performance?"
"Yeah," Luo Xun nodded, "Your wife is very famous now, so it's not strange to watch her perform!"
Luo Xun sat down on the bed again and said, "Think about it for a moment. Why do others look at your wife more often than you do?"
"Because they can only be seen on TV," the man said, looking down calmly, "but I can see it when I get home."
Luo Xun: ???
Lin Luosang, who believes that "I can be seen when I go home", is now standing on the stage side by side with Jiang Mei, accepting the audience's scrutiny.
After the two finished singing, the voting began. Each audience member could vote repeatedly or abstain from voting, but each guest could only vote once. In the past, online voting would close within 12 hours, but today was a live vote, so there was only a few minutes to vote.
After a quarter of an hour of waiting, the stage lights came on. The host came on without further ado and said, "The backstage votes have been counted. The calculation will be based on the live broadcast room and the live votes. The winner will stay, and the loser will leave the stage. The live votes account for 70%, and the live broadcast room votes account for 30%. After the calculation, we'll round up and give a specific number."
"Okay, let's start with Jiang Mei's song. This time, Jiang Mei is singing 'Photo', a love song that fits the theme perfectly."
As the host was speaking, the numbers on the display screen quickly grew from zero to one million, and finally stopped at 14.5 million.
"Okay, Jiang Mei's total vote count is 14.5 million. Congratulations to Jiang Mei!"
It seems... not bad.
Lin Luosang held his breath and looked at the screen that belonged to him.
Host: "Next, let's look at Lin Luosang's vote count. Who will win, her or Jiang Mei? Please show the votes on the screen."
The number started from 0 and grew at the same rate, and then stopped when it reached 14.49 million.
1449, ten thousand less than Jiang Mei.
The entire audience was silent for three seconds, as if waiting for the malfunctioning screen to resume counting. However, after noticing the vote count had stopped, someone in the front row suddenly asked, "Is this true? Lin Luosang has fewer votes than Jiang Mei? That's unrealistic, isn't it?"
"What kind of crazy vote count is this? Lin Luosang only has 14 million?! I saw a lot of people praising her in the live broadcast room! We all voted for her!"
"Have Lin Luosang's votes really been counted?"
About a hundred comments filled with question marks quickly scrolled through the live broadcast room.
At this moment, someone in the backstage area whispered, "Indeed, many viewers have started to protest. If we really suppress it, we'll probably be trending on the internet right away because of the shady dealings."
Although this result was within the plan, the director still pondered for a moment before decisively choosing between Jiang Mei's elimination and the show's collapse. "According to our previous agreement, since the audience is protesting, let's just show Lin Luosang's actual vote count."
They tried their best to save it, but they couldn't.
We cannot ignore the reputation and quality of the program for Jiang Mei, that would be too stupid.
After the director finalized the plan, Lin Luosang's votes were completely released.
After a few tens of seconds of noise, the bewildered audience discovered that Lin Luosang's votes began to increase again.
There was an uproar in the audience, with people both amused and speechless. "What's going on?"
The host explained with a dry laugh, trying to lighten the mood: "Maybe the program went off a little, or maybe I was just too nervous to tell everyone off, so I wanted to play a joke. Everyone, relax."
The final vote count stopped at 49 million.
A crushing victory.
Finally, applause and cheers were heard from the audience, along with various discussions.
"This is more like this!"
"If Lin Luosang can't win even though he sings so well, that would be too fake."
"Look at Jiang Mei's expression. Will she come down and beat someone up?"
Jiang Mei's face was grim. Although she tried to lift the corners of her mouth, she could only barely keep her lips straight due to her resentment. She clearly wanted to convey that she was indifferent to fame and fortune and didn't care about winning or losing, but her aura revealed a somewhat difficult and gloomy aura. Her face looked a little distorted, and even a little schizophrenic.
Lin Luosang glanced at Jiang Mei, and then remembered the number of votes that had just stagnated for a while.
She knew what the production team was testing without having to think too much.
Let's see if suppressing her votes will cause dissatisfaction, let's see if such shady dealings will be discovered by the audience, let's see if we can save Jiang Mei, the person favored by the investors.
But Jiang Mei is definitely not as important as the program itself, so as long as the protests are loud, the director team will withdraw their tentative hands and let Lin Luosang's true level see the light of day.
Unexpectedly, she also took the path of changing the established script.
Fortunately, her vote count was high enough, otherwise, if she was only one million behind Jiang Mei, she would have left the show without a doubt.
Lin Luosang breathed a sigh of relief, followed the instructions and walked off the stage. He heard the host asking Jiang Mei to make her final speech.
She stopped and looked up at the big screen, where Jiang Mei had regained her flawless smile.
Jiang Mei, who was in the camera, lifted her skirt and bowed: "Thank you to everyone who voted for me. I will let your support be my motivation. Thank you also to everyone who didn't vote for me. It is you who push me forward."
"Ugh," Yue Hui almost vomited, "You can't even beat me in finding external help, and you still have the nerve to say that? I'm afraid she just wants to kill everyone who didn't vote for her."
Accompanied by Jiang Mei's elegant and quiet voice in the studio, "Keep supporting me," Lin Luosang shook off the goose bumps on his body and turned into the lounge.
After stepping down from the stage, Jiang Mei went straight backstage and dropped her bag right under the director's nose. "I don't believe you! Show me the backstage data right now."
"What do you mean, do you still suspect that the production team cut your ticket?"
"That's hard to say," she said with a glare. "You're taking your anger out on me because you're unhappy after an argument. I don't think you're incapable of doing such a thing."
"you--"
The chief director stopped the angry executive director and said, "Stop arguing. If she wants to watch it, then let her watch it. A good show has been messed up. I'm really fucking exhausted."
When the real data was retrieved, Jiang Mei initially angrily took out her phone to take photos, as if trying to record some evidence. As she took more photos, her arrogance gradually waned, but she still held on to a certain unwillingness to admit defeat. "How can I be sure that you haven't tampered with this?"
The director pointed directly at the screen and tapped it twice. "We did something tricky. If you haven't noticed, let me remind you again. We gave you an extra three million votes backstage. If you want to expose it, you can do it now. Turn right when you go out and you'll find Changqing Entertainment Reporter. Or if you find it troublesome, I can make a phone call and draft a shady copy for you—"
"The headline should say Jiang Mei falsified the vote count, secretly adding a fifth of the votes but still missing 30 million from Lin Luosang. What do you think?"
Jiang Mei held the phone in silence.
"What? You still want to expose it? Wouldn't you be embarrassed if it were exposed? The police moved Lin Luosang's sofa on the stage, causing her high heels to get stuck in the floor tiles. Even in this situation, they still gave you 30 million more votes. Have you never thought about finding your own problems and always just blame others for your mistakes?"
"How can you not feel anything at all and come to the director's office in such a rage to ask?"
"I've met many artists in the industry, but I tell you, you won't get far this way. Capital isn't everything. The production team might give you face, but the audience won't be bought."
The director was completely irritated by her and lost his temper. There was no emphasis on any of his words, but every word hit Jiang Mei hard.
But she would never bow her head. Even though her eyes were red from holding back, she still spoke word by word, "The tickets were clearly already sold out. If you didn't hold on to them, that's your incompetence. Don't blame me, a woman, for everything."
The female director laughed. "You truly lack any long-term vision. If you actually win, the show's reputation will be ruined, your abilities will be questioned, and netizens will criticize you to the point where you won't dare take any more announcements. The joy of a false victory will dissipate in less than a day, and the aftereffects will keep you from recovering for a year or even longer."
The atmosphere was deadlocked for a long time.
Finally, the director sighed, "There's still the resurrection match. We'll see how it goes then. But with Lin Luosang's current momentum, anyone who tries to suppress her will be unconvinced. Whoever forces her will be in trouble. If you're not afraid of being scolded to death, that's fine."
Lin Luosang, who won by a landslide, was in a good mood the whole night. After all, even with Jiang Mei cheating, she still had a far smaller number of votes than her. It seemed that she really had no audience appeal.
When she reached the door of her house, she suddenly remembered that Jiang Mei's assistant had appeared on the stage for a while when she was preparing props before her performance. It seemed that Jiang Mei was also responsible for the sofa incident.
Jiang Mei certainly didn't expect that such a coincidence would make her performance possible and even add some wonderful highlights to the stage.
An indescribable joy washed over her body. She hummed a song as she opened the door. She wasn't even surprised to find Pei Hanzhou in the bathroom. Seeing the man half-wrapped in a bath towel come out to get the shampoo she had placed outside, he even kindly asked, "Do you want me to wash your hair?"
After asking, she felt something was wrong.
The man's wet hair was still dripping with water. He paused, and looked at her with his dark eyes without blinking, his eyes dark and gloomy.
"Okay," he said.
When the man's cool fingertips touched her wrist, she finally remembered to run away. She pried the bathroom door open and backed away desperately, trying to pull her poor arm back. "...That's not what I meant! Don't misunderstand me!"
——The result was of course in vain.
The man pulled her in and whispered back, "It's too late. I've misunderstood."
After she earnestly advised him that she was very tired today and showed a little weakness and begged for mercy, two hours later, the brave Lin Luosang, who dared to challenge authority with his life, finally walked out alive, wrapped in a bath towel.
...my legs are weak.
She held the towel on her head and pounded the table hard like an angry chick.
Why, she hated it so much.
She decided to make a plaque tomorrow with the words "Too much talk leads to mistakes, silence is golden" and hang it in the most conspicuous place in the house to remind herself to be careful with her words and actions.
The man followed her out refreshed, leaning against the closet door to admire her regretful expression. After a while, he curled his lips and said, "Isn't it good? I took a shower by the way."
?
Lin Luosang gritted his teeth and said, "That's great. Thank you. You are such a philanthropist."
Normally, the man's smile didn't reach his eyes, mostly showing a perfunctory and lazy look. But who knows what touched a nerve this time, he crossed his arms and smiled happily, even the corners of his eyes curved: "You're welcome."
“…”
Lin Luosang closed his eyes and turned his back to him, not wanting to continue to tangle with this stubborn man.
Turning on her phone, she found a message from Yue Hui, saying there was a red carpet event in H City the day after tomorrow. With the end of the year approaching, major fashion magazines were beginning to report their sales figures, and there were more grand events than in the first half of the year.
It was still okay in August and September, but now it is mid-November and temperatures are starting to drop everywhere. Red carpet photos are often taken outdoors, and the beautiful dresses are thin, so resisting the cold has become a compulsory course for female stars in winter.
She usually spends more time in R City and Y City, where the weather is relatively warm, so wearing a skirt is not so difficult for her.
H City has strong winds and low temperatures all year round. The mere thought of wearing a fairy dress to face the attack of the cold wind made her shiver uncontrollably.
Lin Luosang jumped up from the chair, slipped on her slippers and went to the cloakroom to see if there was a slightly warmer skirt.
Pei Hanzhou was still wiping his hair when he saw a trail of water on the floor, with droplets of water snaking intermittently. He followed the trail to the end and, as expected, caught the culprit, whose hair was dripping wet.
The instigator was completely unaware of this and was lost in thought, supporting his chin. After realizing that the skirt was full of suspenders, he sighed heavily.
"Why are you sighing?" the man lowered his brows. "Are you dissatisfied?"
She turned around quickly, realizing what he was asking. But she still fearlessly scanned him from head to toe with her eyes, and asked provocatively, "What do you mean?"
Pei Hanzhou narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his tongue touched his upper teeth dangerously: "What do you want me to point to?"
Of course, Lin Luosang knew that if she continued, things would get out of control and the man would prove himself until she was satisfied - she still wanted to live and didn't want to admire what the sky looked like at six in the morning.
Just satisfy your craving for food.
So she smiled sincerely and said, "I mean the red carpet gown. What a pity, there's no mink in the wardrobe."
“…”
"Who wears mink on the red carpet?"
She steeled herself and said, "Me."
“…”
So the next afternoon, Lin Luosangjiu received the bag sent by his assistant.
She flipped it open and looked at it curiously: "What is it?"
"The gentleman said it was a mink for you."
She was speechless for a long time, then opened the bag and saw that it was indeed a long mink coat. This kind of fabric can easily look tacky if not designed well, but this coat was unexpectedly beautiful. The overall color was a clean white, with a simple logo on the back, and the style was also very good and elegant.
Lin Luosang touched it twice, feeling quite satisfied. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "...It's not a real mink, is it?"
"Don't worry," the assistant smiled, "it's man-made."
"That's good."
On the day of leaving for the red carpet, Lin Luosang was supposed to go alone on a private plane, but Pei Hanzhou happened to be going to discuss a merger and acquisition case, so the two of them took the same plane to H City.
Before leaving, seeing that she only took a handbag and a small bag, the man asked sideways: "No mink?"
She didn't expect this person to actually let her wear that coat: "What kind of female artist wears mink on the red carpet?"
The man glanced at her coldly, and, echoing her bold and decisive words from a while ago, replied calmly, "You."
“…”
Although she didn't take it with her in the end, the assistant still put the mink into a box for her and placed it next to her.
Lin Luosang would never give in. After getting off the plane, he changed into a dress in the bedroom of the RV and prepared to get off.
Pei Hanzhou saw that she had nothing in her hands and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"
"Is beauty more important, or keeping warm?" She raised her chin proudly. "We female artists always prioritize elegance over warmth."
As a result, as soon as she got off the car, a biting cold wind rushed in from all directions, swirling into her back, as if someone was carving words on her body with a sharp knife - in traditional Chinese characters.
...It's so cold.
A few seconds later, before Pei Hanzhou, who was in the car, could tell the driver to leave, he heard someone outside banging on the window twice.
He rolled down the window.
The cold wind swept in with her long hair. Lin Luosang shrugged his reddened nose, tucked the soft hair behind his ear, and asked quietly and thoughtfully, "Where's the... Diao?"
“…”
After successfully getting the mink, she put it on without thinking twice.
Yue Hui was startled when he saw her, "Oh my god."
Just when she was about to say, "That's an exaggeration," she heard Yue Hui's admiring tone: "You're so damn smart."
"All those actresses who are trying to gain attention for their articles will wear slip dresses to compete, but they don't realize that going the extra mile is more appealing. Besides, you already look beautiful enough in skirts, and occasionally wearing something like this can help alleviate visual fatigue. You're so clever and really have a lot of ideas!"
Lin Luosang drank some warm water and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just really cold."
Yue Hui moved his lips a few times but said nothing.
After putting on makeup, the ceremony started on time. Lin Luosang was thinking about taking off her coat when she went on stage, but Yue Hui and the assistant strongly asked her not to take it off. In addition, she really couldn't give up the warmth that was like a winter quilt, so she finally went to the battlefield wearing the mink coat.
The slightly sluggish media were suddenly enlightened the moment they saw her. It was true that they had seen too many thin long skirts, but it was also true that she looked so cool and elegant when she walked by with her head held high in high heels.
The lighting assistant peeked out when he saw her and exclaimed in surprise, "She's so pretty."
The bored staff member who almost dozed off said: "So handsome."
Dai Jiajia, who was sent on a business trip to H City, blinked and said, "So beautiful."
After signing their names on the backdrop, the artists who walked the red carpet went downstairs to wait for the final group photo.
While Lin Luosang was waiting, she came face to face with Jiang Mei again. Perhaps because she was a little scared of being bullied by her several times, Jiang Mei did not dare to do anything wrong this time. She sat and chatted with her sisters quite peacefully the whole time, although she still couldn't help but roll her eyes twice.
After all the artists have walked the red carpet, everyone goes on stage for a group photo.
Lin Luosang was still wearing mink as usual and was pushed to the middle position by the artists she was familiar with. She was embarrassed to stand in the center position, so she took two steps to the side and happened to meet Jiang Mei squeezing over.
The closer you are to the center, the bigger your status is. Basically, only seniors will stand in that position, and only occasionally will young artists dare to go beyond their level and take advantage of it.
At this moment, Jiang Mei seemed to be nailed to the C position. No matter how everyone hinted or hinted, she pretended not to understand. She posed and smiled elegantly at the camera.
"Get ready, it's about to start, don't run around, everyone." The photographer in the audience waved and reminded.
Hearing that it was about to begin, Jiang Mei glanced at Lin Luosang intentionally or unintentionally, then immediately lifted her new Dior early autumn dress, leaned forward, revealing her well-cut cleavage, and emphasized her collarbone, as if to say, "If I don't come out with a stunning appearance tonight, I'll crush you to death and I'm not Jiang."
Perhaps because the opportunity was rare, Jiang Mei didn't bother to think about her character setting. She just wanted to quickly regain the limelight that had been stolen by Lin Luosang.
“…”
Lin Luosang originally had no intention of grabbing the headlines. She just wanted to quietly run the announcement and then go home to write songs. Unexpectedly, Jiang Mei hinted so arrogantly. She naturally couldn't just sit there and watch this person overshadow her. So she raised her head and saw a familiar figure walking towards her.
Pei Hanzhou was a little tired after finishing a case, but he didn't expect the driver to drive the car directly to the entrance of the venue to wait for him. He got out of the car to get some fresh air and to see if his wife in mink was slaying the whole audience tonight.
Lin Luosang's heart moved, and he hooked his finger at him, motioning him to come closer.
At first, the man didn't think that this kind of finger-hooking ordering action would happen to him, until he noticed that her eyes were firm and there was indeed no one else around him, Pei Hanzhou frowned and silently asked: Where do you get the courage to order me around?
But she has always been very brave, and now she seemed like she couldn't wait any longer, and even had a micro-expression with a hint of impatience.
Pei Hanzhou walked forward speechlessly.
As soon as she stood still, she threw her coat with the scent of lily of the valley over her head and threw it steadily into his arms.
Suddenly, President Pei became the assistant who took the clothes:?
This woman not only ordered him around, but also treated him like a mobile clothes rack?
But when he took off the coat that was blocking his view, he found that she had freed herself from restraints, raised her eyes to look at the camera, and straightened her body.
She had been somewhat work-related and lazy earlier, but now her bright competitive spirit was aroused, her eyes instantly lighting up, adorned with tiny highlights. The light gently shone on her fair shoulders, and the tassels dangled from the hem of her skirt, the close-fitting cut revealing her fine waistline.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, who is peerless and independent.
What are the new early autumn styles?
What she is wearing is a high-end custom-made piece that is the only one of its kind in the world.
The audience was stunned for a few seconds, and then the spotlights began flashing wildly -
The media people were excited.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
