Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 308 After beating Little Liu, Old Liu arrived.
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"Does anyone know which song Gu Qing is going to sing? I quite like his song 'Just Met You'."

"Look at his Hanfu, it's clearly Chinese style, isn't it?"

"Everything's called 'traditional style' now, you're so out of touch."

"Then tell me, which ancient-style poem is it?"

"Who knows? He's released so many ancient-style songs."

A low murmur arose from the audience.

In the front row, Guo Degang, who had just gone through a "confrontation," was still the focus of the camera.

He was wearing a traditional long gown, his hands resting on his raised knees, his expression seemingly calm, but his eyes were indifferent.

Now that he's middle-aged, he's already face-blind when it comes to these new generation artists; he can't even remember all their names, let alone their works.

To this seasoned veteran, the series of performances just now were utterly unremarkable: lip-syncing, backing vocals, off-key singing, stiff movements... Occasionally, someone sang decently, but their stage presence was lacking; those who danced well showed their inexperience when they went live.

Crosstalk emphasizes four essential skills: speaking, learning, teasing, and singing. All four are indispensable, and a solid foundation is crucial.

What are these in front of us?

Guo Degang couldn't help but laugh to himself: Money is really easy to make in the entertainment industry!

If this happened in a theater, the audience would have been cursing and demanding refunds long ago!

Unlike now, you can make a fortune just by looking good, without needing to put in the hard work of training in the coldest and hottest winters.

"Perhaps... Deyunse will have to change its approach in the future..." As the troupe leader, he was secretly planning the direction for the future.

until,

A clear and melancholic sound of a xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute) flowed out like a cold spring, instantly pulling Guo Degang's thoughts back to reality.

He subconsciously looked up.

In the center of the stage, bathed in a dark blue halo, Gu Qing stood quietly.

So handsome!
He wasn't wrong in his teasing about the young man's appearance.

Even someone as worldly-wise as Lao Guo couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart; she was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

He has feminine features, yet there is no trace of effeminacy or affectation. Instead, he exudes an air of refined nobility. The wide-sleeved robes of the Wei and Jin dynasties further accentuate his slender figure, making him appear like a nobleman who has stepped out of an ancient painting.

As the lights gradually brightened, the plain dough fan in his hand half-closed his eyes, adding to his refined and elegant appearance, making him seem otherworldly.

A suppressed gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

The camera captured Zhao Liying's joyful smile; her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents, and dimples rippled at the corners of her mouth, making her look so sweet it was almost overflowing with honey.

"I knew it was this song!"

"Sweet, sweet, sweet! Second Master Party gets an extra point!!"

"The Mystic Nine is so popular, there should be a second season, right? Investors, look here!"

"Third Uncle! Side story! You understand?!"

The screen was instantly flooded with comments from CP fans.

"【A single melody settles the tower, a single glance reveals half a lifetime's plans; all that remains is the turbulent and unpredictable world.】"

A lonely song begins, carrying a melancholy that seems to transcend time.

Having honed his skills through countless commercial performances, Gu Qing was already adept at it. However, he was unwilling to repeat himself or stick to the rules, and always liked to add something new to each performance.

—Expressions, gestures, tone of voice… He tried his best to turn a song into a miniature stage play.

now,

His steps carried the rhythm of traditional opera, and his eyes exuded an ancient charm. Every pause, every raised eyebrow, was a pursuit of perfection.

The audience witnessed the most captivating performance of the night.

Gu Qing seemed to be playing two roles in one person:
"[Having entered this gate, there's no need to look back; no need to proclaim it aloud. I bow once more before the dilapidated ruins battered by wind and rain, and we'll meet again.]"

The male voice was somber and sorrowful, filled with deep regret.

"[Actors are often tragic figures, pitifully sharing deep, long-standing affections. The entire audience, dressed in their finest attire, are now old and weary; the tales of the underworld continue endlessly.]"

The woman's voice was melodious and poignant, filled with lingering sorrow.

Life and death, love and hate, all vividly displayed on this small stage.

The climax arrives suddenly:

"[Having mistakenly entered the imperial palace, I was advised to lay down the sand in my hand. I saw that person off as he rode his horse down the imperial street; the tale of talented scholar and beautiful woman was now over.]"

With a slight turn of her wrist, Gu Qing's plain face fan rose from below, slowly obscuring half of her delicate features as if in a sigh.

"[Pity me, I swallow my bitterness, unable to obtain tea before the Buddha, I can only leave three inches of soil to plant February flowers.]"

The mournful opera singing seemed to pierce the sky and reach the depths of the underworld. In the end, the song turned into a low, hoarse murmur, leaving only a pair of dark, black eyes, filled with unyielding sorrow, gazing silently.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Guo Degang couldn't help but slap his thigh, almost blurting out "Good!"

He was shocked—this kid actually has real kung fu skills?

Only now has Lao Guo begun to feel regret and remorse.

It turns out he really made fun of the wrong person!
Gu Qing's teacher was a true master of the Huizhou school of opera.

One devoted himself to teaching, the other to learning, and both were quite talented, possessing a voice and appearance that were a gift from heaven.

Even this old scholar couldn't find a single fault with it.

If even Guo Degang lost his composure like this, then others are even more likely to do so.

"Hahaha! This is my little brother! Isn't he handsome?!"

Deng Chao stood up excitedly, clapping his hands until they were red, and grinning from ear to ear, even more pleased than if he had been on stage himself.

Artists who were on good terms with Gu Qing stood up and cheered, their applause thunderous. Even those who weren't familiar with him were taking photos with extra enthusiasm.

The older generation was captivated by the authentic charm of the opera, while the younger generation was mesmerized by Gu Qing's personal charisma—the scene was harmonious for a moment.

However, amidst the jubilation, there was one person who stood out from the crowd.

Liu Shishi sat quietly, her fair hand gently resting on her chin, her gaze fixed on Gu Qing as he bowed and took his bow on the stage.

In those eyes, a sense of loss surged silently, like an undercurrent beneath the surface of water.

"Farewell to the Nine Gates" is the theme song of "The Mystic Nine," so it's only natural that Gu Qing chose it.

But deep down, a faint hope remained—

What if... what if he could sing "Puppet Show"?

She herself said that this was her favorite song of his.

Just like that awards ceremony, this was a surprise Gu Qing prepared for her.

"One song, 'Rings of Time,' and another, 'Nine Gates'... She already has two..."

Is the one who falls from the sky destined to lose to the green plum?

A sour and astringent taste quietly spread.

When will she get a song like that?

But when she thought of that phone call during the premiere of The Mystic Nine, she felt that Gu Qing had completely forgotten about it and only had eyes for that 'Zhao Xiaodao'!

"Scumbag!" she couldn't help but curse in her heart.

But in an instant, that energy dissipated—

She was the one who provoked them in the first place.
She was the one who slept with him and then ran away.
She's still the one I can't forget...

What a shame.

"Can't you tone it down a bit?"

She watched as Gu Qing simply stood quietly on the stage, yet Lin Chiling's eyes lit up and she adored him with a sweet, adoring voice. She ground her teeth in annoyance, "How come he's like a walking aphrodisiac, attracting all sorts of attention!"

But she also understood,
A young, handsome, talented, wealthy, and top-tier male star at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry doesn't need to make any effort; his charm is already all-pervasive.

Isn't that Kris Wu next to him, wearing sunglasses and trying to look cool, a perfect example?
He flirts with young and beautiful girls wherever he goes, acting like he's crazy about them, even if they pay him, he considers it a blessing.

Even when they're out there sewing and have a long history of bad behavior, there will still be a group of young girls who desperately threaten to cut their wrists and even threaten to break them out of prison.

This shows that every exceptionally handsome man and beautiful woman is born into another world.

On stage, Gu Qing was asked to stay for an interview after his performance, and to introduce a painting that was about to be auctioned, while also mentioning the painter's name—undoubtedly to let this artist bask in the glory of being a top star.

Lin Chi-ling's gaze was practically glued to Gu Qing, and her voice, sweet and charming, was so soft it could melt hearts among the male celebrities in the audience.

The female celebrity rolled her eyes inwardly and cursed "green tea b*tch".

"The next item to be auctioned is..."

As Gu Qing casually folded and re-tied her fan, she looked at the painting that appeared on the screen.

"younger brother!"

A woman's voice, clearly tinged with excitement, suddenly rang out.

From the audience, a wealthy, middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious clothes was clearly captivated by the performance and was now offering a large sum of money:
"Are you selling this outfit? Take it off now, and I'll start bidding!"

Gu Qing was clearly taken aback for a moment, then gave a slightly apologetic smile: "Uh... sister, it's not that I don't want to sell, it's just that... if I take my clothes off, I'll be naked."

Bazaar does have a precedent of auctioning off items from artists' performances.
But that's mostly the treatment reserved for superstars, which is why high-status bosses are willing to spend money to collect them.

This is truly the first time that a rising star like him has attracted such a large sum of money to buy him.

"Would you like to sell that fan you're holding? My sister really likes it!"

Overjoyed at being called "sister," the wealthy woman blushed, as if she had drunk fine wine.

Gu Qing looked down at the folded fan in her hand and smiled, "The fan is fine. How much would you like to donate, sister? On behalf of the medical staff, I thank you for your kindness."

"Seven hundred thousand!" the wealthy woman declared without hesitation, her voice ringing out.

Ten cars at once, the same amount donated by an artist.

Tonight's auction items generally sold for around 200,000 to 300,000 or 400,000 to 500,000, so 700,000 would definitely be considered a high price.

Not to mention, all I bought was a fan.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Buying a fan for 700,000 yuan, how rich do you have to be to do that?
Even if it were inlaid with gold and jade, it wouldn't sell for this price, right?
"Holy crap! This woman is so generous! Beautiful inside and out!"

"My God! Is this the charm of a top celebrity? The fan he held was worth 700,000?"

"Is this a high-level executive from XX brand? She's a real rich woman!"

"A single autograph from my brother on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app) is selling for tens of thousands of yuan. Never underestimate the money power of fans and wealthy women!"

The fans watching TV were also in an uproar.

However, this is not over yet.

“Eight hundred thousand.” A crisp, sweet voice rang out.

The wealthy woman's face instantly darkened. Who was so blind?!

The camera pans over—it's Zhao Liying!
Is the rich woman obsessed?

She, Sister Zhao, is the true "owner" of this song (self-proclaimed)!
I'm more excited than anyone else right now!
As for offending people?
Ha, it's like she thinks that if she doesn't offend anyone, people will only look up to her.

Having learned this lesson,

Sister Zhao has completely given up on the fashion industry; from now on, she'll just focus on film and television works.

Gu Qing slightly widened her eyes, silently conveying the message, "Are you crazy?"

Zhao Liying received the message, but instead of being annoyed, she defiantly raised her delicate chin, her smile becoming even sweeter and more smug.

She was determined to have that fan!
As a "maid" in the drama, it's only natural for her to pat "Second Master's" fan, and fans love to see that.

The wealthy woman's expression shifted, but ultimately, torn between the rational dilemma of "why spend over a million on a fan?" and "isn't a limited-edition bag more appealing?", she reluctantly sat back down, her face extremely unpleasant.

If we say,
If I buy it, I can have a meal with Gu Qing. I don't mind paying several times the price.

But buying the fan wouldn't lead to anything, and she wasn't that impulsive.

As Lin Chi-ling began her sweet, coquettish countdown:
Nine hundred thousand.

Liu Shishi held up a sign.

She was unhappy, she was jealous, she was malicious.

She's determined to destroy the stench of this romance!

'who……?'

Zhao Liying was initially shocked and incredulous, but when she saw that it was the smiling Liu Shishi, she was no longer surprised.

You wicked woman, I knew you wanted to steal him!

"I'll offer a million!"

Sister Zhao has unleashed her ultimate move.

The artists and audience members all found it entertaining.

Good guy,
Two top actresses are tearing each other apart, vying for the affections of a top male star.
Some reporters have even come up with headlines for tonight's marketing accounts.

'One hundred and five!'

One hundred and one hundred!

One hundred and twenty!

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The price of the fan skyrocketed, soaring to 1.4 million in the blink of an eye.

Watching the two men on stage exchanging blows, neither willing to give an inch, Gu Qing finally couldn't help but adjust her headset and said:

"One million four hundred thousand is equivalent to twenty ambulances, really... thank you so much!"

He paused for a moment, then said, "If prices keep rising, I'm afraid I'll really have to switch careers and become a wholesaler of fans. I won't need to act anymore."

They also laughed good-naturedly when they took the picture.

The words fell,

Liu Shishi, who was about to raise her paddle again, paused. The gentle smile on her face vanished like the tide, instantly returning to her usual cold and indifferent demeanor. Her fingertips held the bidding paddle, but in the end, she simply placed it back on the table calmly.

"call!"

Zhao Liying breathed a long sigh of relief, her round face beaming with victory, feeling completely refreshed. She'd finally won!

Just when everyone thought this fierce bidding war was about to end with a bid of 1.4 million,

As Lin Chi-ling raised her sweet voice again, ready to deliver the final blow: '140 million once, 140 million twice, 100 million…'

"1500000."

Another clear, melodious voice rang out, slightly nonchalant, yet clearly resonating throughout the entire venue.

Liu Tianxian raised her bidding paddle.

After beating up 'Little Liu,' wouldn't 'Old Liu' have to come and support her?

A slight smile played on her lips, a hint of smug satisfaction at her successful prank, as she casually glanced at Gu Qing, who was clearly stunned on the stage.

Ok,

Actually, she just came here to have fun and stir up trouble!

Spending 1.5 million would shock everyone.

Gu Qing was extremely anxious.

Liu Tianxian was more than willing.

Perfect, I can vent my anger here too!
As it turned out, she succeeded.

The viewers watching the live stream went crazy.
"My goodness, what does Liu Tianxian have to do with this?"

"No way, my brother's gone berserk! This show's still going on!"

"How many people are actually bidding?"

At this moment, even Yang Mi was getting restless.

She felt that if she were to hold up a sign, it would definitely go viral and become a trending topic.

What should we do? Should we do this?!
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(End of this chapter)