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In the evening, Lin Weiran, who was covered in sweat, had just finished communicating with the last fan team. The chaos in the stands had gradually subsided. Everyone in the production team was relieved that nothing unexpected happened, but That heart was still hanging in his chest, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

More than 5000 people poured into the audience area of ​​5 people. Who is in charge of the matter is not the primary issue. The key is to stabilize the order of the scene and arrange the extra 5000 people properly.

The effect of the infield broadcast was outstanding. Most of the influx of spectators were scattered on the passages in the middle of each audience area. Although there were no seats, they were temporarily out of danger.

All that remains is to fight against time. The sun sets and shines golden sunshine on the stands. After nightfall, with the strength of the production team, it is impossible to deal with the problem of arranging so many spectators. It is possible to arrange more viewers to go to the free viewing area. As for other people, no one can take care of so many.

Lin Weiran ran back and forth in the stands for nearly an hour, and the performance on the stage had already restarted.Audiences with nothing to do are the most sensitive, and it's a good idea to use performances to attract their attention.He applauded in his heart, and then re-entered the audience to sort out. Because he was afraid of causing the restlessness of most of the audience, the sorting work inevitably progressed slowly.

"Made by Lin."

Lin Weiran heard the reputation and looked over, seeing the dusty Zheng Enna, she felt relieved.He asked, "Has the support from the production team arrived?"

"Well, the filming team born in the family was dragged away as soon as they returned to Seoul. Although these people are not in charge of the concert, they are definitely available." Zheng Enna nodded, and heard the situation all the way, with a serious face.She approached Lin Weiran, and suggested in a low voice: "Maybe I shouldn't say some things, but Producer Lin needs to be aware of this. We can't cover up this matter, but the main responsibility is not on our side."

Zheng Enna stopped talking, Lin Weiran is a smart person, so naturally she doesn't need to say more about the rest.

"Anyway, I'm also the producer of this concert. There is a saying in China that there is no duty to shrug it off. I'm not stupid, but I can't hide from this kind of thing. It just so happens that you are here, give me some advice."

Lin Weiran smiled relaxedly, as if he dismissed the huge scapegoat. He pointed to one side of the stand and said: "The most important issue now is to make room for these spectators who pour in, although most of them are without tickets. The venue, but they definitely can’t be driven out under such circumstances. Now the nearest stands are designated as banner support areas by these fan teams, and it is inevitable that there will be problems in arranging people there.”

Hearing what Lin Weiran said, Zheng Enna no longer struggled with responsibility or not. She glanced at the situation in the stands, compared the distribution map in her hand, and said: "Diagonal line, superjunior's right side, ss501's left side, That's fine."

diagonal?This image metaphor immediately made Lin Weiran realize that dismantling these carefully crafted support banners is no less than slapping these fans in the face. It is inevitable that some people will clamor because of impulsiveness and demolish the support banners that are farthest from these exclusive viewing areas. , can make them beyond reach.

With a conclusion comes action, Lin Weiran ordered Zheng Enna to communicate with the management of each fan group first, and then took a walkie-talkie to call a few people to the banner support area to gather, and then squeezed into the crowd alone, struggling to move forward to one side .

The sky became darker and darker, and the restarted performance went smoothly. Yin Xiangxian returned to the director's team to sit in charge again, instead of enjoying the simple concert production with the presence of the old gods, he concentrated his attention on keeping the surroundings of the stage in order.

Once the strength of the top team is exerted, no matter what they do, they will get twice the result with half the effort.

As night fell, the lights on the stage became more and more dazzling, and the fans in the stands took out the prepared fluorescent sticks one after another, like candles of various colors, connecting together in the stands one after another.

On the side of the stage, Lin Weiran and four or five staff members were stepping up their work. He used scissors to cut through the carefully crafted banners, his movements were smooth, and he turned a deaf ear to the wailing in the distance.

In the stands, SuperJunior's support area was full of crusades, and some people even took out their mobile phones and took pictures of Lin Weiran who was far away. Just cut it on them.

Under the stands, not far from the support area, the chubby Zheng Rifeng folded his arms and looked towards the support area where ghosts were crying and howling wolves. His face was as usual, as if he had already gotten used to the sentimentality of these fans, and turned to look not far away Another piece of fluorescent sea made up of pink fluorescent sticks, only then frowned slightly.

"Director Zheng."

"Assistant Fang?" Zheng Rifeng turned his head and saw the person coming with a smile on his face, "Why are you here? Why shouldn't the president's special assistant go to the scene with the group?"

"It's such a big thing, I can't do it if I don't come." Assistant Fang didn't bother to be polite to Zheng Rifeng, and asked directly: "When something like this happens, will Mr. Zheng's plan continue?"

"Did something happen? From my point of view, everything was resolved very well." Zheng Rifeng laughed, turning a blind eye to the hard work of the production team of more than 100 people who had been worried for several hours, and only saw the result.

He pointed at the stands with one finger, and continued: "TVXQ got thirteen, Super Junior got eight, and Girls' Generation got two. Assistant Fang should be good at math, so I don't need to say this result.

The seating division of the Dream Concert is the division of popularity among Korean idols. How many years have passed? In the idol industry, irls are not wonderboys. Dare I say I have no concerns about TVXQ?

ss501 is developing well in Japan, but domestically they can't compare with TVXQ at all, besides, Kara's popularity is not worth mentioning at all, if they don't come from DSP, they don't even have the qualifications to participate in the dream concert. SM used Girls' Generation to open up the girl group market. It's the only piece of cake we have left. Would Assistant Fang be willing to be snatched away? "

As far as I know, in terms of album sales, Girls' Generation has always been the No. 20.00 girl group since their debut.Lim Yoona's 'You Are My Destiny' had an audience rating of over [-]% in the first broadcast, and Kim Taeyeon's OST ranked first in cy music for several months in a row. This is the data that she has never performed on TV.In addition, there is news that they will release a mini-album in the second half of the year. With this kind of exposure, do you really feel safe for the 'National Girl Group' of irls? "

Zheng Rifeng struck while the iron was hot, not afraid that the assistant to the president of jyp would not give in, he also stopped talking, didn't say more, and waited for the answer with a confident face.

About a minute later, Assistant Fang said vaguely, "I hope Mr. Zheng's activities will go smoothly."

"It's not my event, it's a joint event of all agencies in the Korean entertainment and music industry except SM and YG who don't participate in the dream concert." Zheng Rifeng pointed it out, making Assistant Fang's face very ugly.

After seeing off the president's special assistant, Zheng Rifeng picked up the phone that was vibrating for a long time.He listened quietly for a while, and then smiled: "It's okay if you don't participate, but the 'Fairy Queen' should participate. Didn't the 'ghosts' say that because TVXQ and SuperJunior are [-], so the fan club Do you want to be united as one? Isn’t it good to retreat at this time?”

What was said on the other side of the phone, Zheng Rifeng has been listening patiently, and then he actually comforted: "Don't worry, if you don't participate, I will talk about it for you. But there is something I have to tell you, see Did you go over there to cut the banners? I heard from the staff that it seems like some girls’ generation binge fandom. It’s not just you who are angry about the scandal, these men are also angry..."

After saying a few more words before hanging up the phone, Zheng Rifeng's face was completely peaceful, and a disdainful smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Silly bitch."

He broke his mouth, and then he took a step and walked towards the waiting area.

Lin Weiran, who had just cleaned up several spectator areas in the stands, was leading the first batch of spectators into the viewing area.At this moment, the sky is completely dark, and even with the support of on-site lights, the feet are still flickering.After arranging the last audience to enter the viewing area, Lin Weiran non-stop walked to the next audience area, not even paying attention to the suddenly familiar music.

There was a 'rustling' sound from the walkie-talkie, and after connecting it was Zheng Enna's panicked voice.

"Mr. Lin, something went wrong..."

Lin Weiran turned her head instinctively, and when she saw the auditorium suddenly pitch black, she froze in place.He could no longer hear the voice on the walkie-talkie, his ears were buzzing.

All the staff stopped working at the same time, all the evacuated audiences looked at the stands uniformly, the artists in the waiting area poked their heads out when they heard the screams, Yin Xiangxian and the director team turned their backs to the stage again... Zheng Rifeng looked at the stage On the road, like those fans who booed constantly, their faces were full of excitement.

"The Shunguang team strengthened the lighting, turned up the music for me, and suppressed the booing!"

The light facing the stage suddenly increased its power, and the sound of the music was immediately deafening. Yin Xiangxian picked up the walkie-talkie and immediately said: "Song dispatcher, immediately send someone to the support area of ​​sone, and they are not allowed to leave or enter. Be honest with me."

It wasn't until this voice sounded that everyone noticed the small pink support area in the stands.As if knowing the intention of the production team, a neat slogan sounded slowly, it changed from small to large, and it took less than a minute to sweep the entire stands.

Hearing this burst of shouting, watching the audience he had just placed shouting slogans with excitement and fanaticism, Lin Weiran swears in front of Zheng Enna for the first time.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"anti, it's an anti activity."

Zheng Enna's voice came faintly, and Lin Weiran immediately looked towards the stage. The nine girls standing there were the targets of this massive anti campaign.

The brightly lit stage and the auditorium where only small pieces are lit.

Nine against 3000.

The show continues!