"Is that alright, Mr. Wang Yueheng?"
"What do you all think? Should Wang Yueheng come on stage and sing with me?"
Seeing Wang Yueheng sitting in his seat, not getting up to say anything for a long time, but just smiling at the camera.
Standing on the stage, Zhen Yantao pressed on relentlessly.
He deliberately encouraged the audience, forcing Wang Yueheng to agree to his request.
"want!"
"Go, Wang Yueheng!"
"Go for it!"
Unaware of the situation, the audience continued to cheer excitedly, following Zhen Yantao's lead.
Wang Chang and several other members of the Little Red Flower Band had even stood up from their seats, ready to go on stage together.
However, when he saw that Wang Yueheng showed no intention of getting up...
Wang Chang hurriedly gestured for the others to sit back down.
"Huh, doesn't Wang Yueheng know how to sing 'Dreaming Back to the Great Dynasty'?"
"But there's sheet music!"
"To be honest, I'm quite averse to this kind of forced invitation."
"Is this the first time Wang Yueheng and this singer have met?"
"Zhen Yantao's desire to ride the wave of popularity is written all over his face!"
In the live stream, there were also viewers who were not interested in Zhen Yantao and felt very disgusted by his forceful invitation.
If it's one's true best brother, then it's fine.
But to use moral blackmail on someone you've just met is going too far.
Just then.
A foreign man in a black work uniform suddenly ran onto the stage.
He went straight to Zhen Yantao, who was still urging the audience on, and took the microphone from him without saying a word.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Before Zhen Yantao could react, the microphone was snatched from behind.
He was startled and turned around to ask the question.
The entire audience was also bewildered by the sudden appearance of this staff member.
However, when this foreign staff member went on stage...
Wang Yueheng, who had been sitting silently in his seat, suddenly stood up with a smile on his face.
He waved to the surrounding audience.
They looked ready to go on stage and perform.
The members of the Little Red Flower Band also hurriedly got up again.
"Yay~~~"
"It's about to begin!"
"That's fantastic! Wang Yueheng has finally decided to go on stage!"
When Wang Yueheng was about to head to the stage, the audience cheered once again.
They mistakenly thought that he had finally been moved by the enthusiasm of Zhen Yantao and the audience and was preparing to go on stage to sing together.
"The staff found Mr. Zhen Yantao's lost accompaniment tape, and it will be played normally soon."
"The program will continue as planned. Please remain seated and do not move around!"
"Sir, please sit down and don't cause any disturbance, thank you!"
As he spoke, the foreign staff member even pointed in the direction where Wang Yueheng was standing and said in English.
After saying that.
The staff member handed the microphone back to Zhen Yantao and then headed backstage, leaving as quickly as the wind.
The Chinese singer was left standing there in a daze.
Seeing this, Wang Yueheng could only shrug at the camera.
He reluctantly and awkwardly sat back down in his seat.
The meaning is very clear.
It's not that I don't want to go on stage.
The staff at the event wouldn't let me go and warned me not to disrupt the order.
Even the president, Wang Zhan, was stunned by this sudden scene.
However, even as the president, he was powerless to change the on-site arrangements made by the staff.
I could only shake my head in dissatisfaction with the quality of the backstage staff at the gala.
"What the hell, who are you? Why are you telling Wang Yueheng not to wander around?"
Are all Hollywood theater staff this arrogant?
"Oh? So Zhen Yantao's accompaniment tape really was lost. I thought he was lying..."
"Oh no, does that mean Wang Yueheng won't be able to go on stage?"
"This is hilarious! A backstage staff member is actually going on stage to direct the event..."
After the staff member left, the scene briefly erupted in commotion again.
However.
Before all the viewers could react...
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