Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Before he finished speaking, the camera hanging in mid-air quickly captured Cesare Zhou in the audience.

"Yes!" He clenched his fists high, made a boxer's gesture of victory, and looked around triumphantly.

The guests sitting around him also stood up and hugged him, or patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

At the same time, the facial expressions of several other candidates were quickly cut on the big screen—I don’t know if the opportunity was missed because the cesare week was broadcast first. The official congratulatory smile made no mistakes, as if this was really just a "participation" friendly match, and no one cared whether the first person to cross the finish line was himself.

Mechanically followed the crowd to applaud, mechanically followed the crowd to turn their heads and congratulate the new "Best Newcomer Singer", mechanically smiled... as if declaring to the crowd that "they lost, but they lost gracefully, not just Very sorry".

She felt pain from slapping her hands, but the smile on her face was like a fake mask, which was tightly pressed against her skin, without even a single crack.

But she knew deep down in her heart, no, no, that's not the case, she really felt regret and disappointment, otherwise, why would she be so stiff that she didn't even dare to turn her head to look at Jiang Ling who was sitting beside her?

While clapping her hands blankly, she suddenly held her breath unconsciously.

It wasn't until she almost suffocated that she realized how weird it was to want to hear whether Jiang Ling's breathing was getting worse.

"Jiangling, Wang Xiao..."

However, for some reason, Zhou Ping on stage was still reporting his name.

The cheering people below seemed to understand that something went wrong, and gradually calmed down, while those friends who were waiting to give Cesare Zhou a big "love hug" looked at the stands hesitantly and withdrew their hands.

The smile on Cesare Zhou's face froze, he stood stiffly, refused the gesture of the person next to him to sit down, and stared fixedly at the rostrum.

After Zhou Ping read his son's name and heard the reaction from the audience, he knew that everyone had made a mistake, but he couldn't let him go back on his word, so he had to hang his neck and finish reading the list before explaining, "This is the name of 'Best Newcomer Singer'." The shortlist and the list of winners are in Chairman Yang's hands, and they haven't been opened yet."

Indeed, in the general awarding process, before announcing the official winners, the shortlist for the award is usually announced first, but because the "Best Newcomer Singer" is highly anticipated, everyone has been waiting for its announcement for too long. The award presenter was Cesare Zhou's father, Zhou Ping, and he was [-]% certain that the award belonged to Cesare Zhou.

What's more, when Cesare heard his name on Monday, he stood up as a winner to greet the cheers of the crowd.

All kinds of misconceptions finally became the biggest oolong in the No.12 Zheng Yu Music Awards Ceremony.

Chairman Yang hurriedly said haha, "I'm sorry, the envelope is still in my hand and I haven't opened it yet. It turns out that everyone thinks that the best candidate to announce the award-winning singer should be Zhou Ping, not me. Haha, you should have told me earlier. Well, come on, Lao Zhou, leave it to you!"

Zhou Ping was also a little embarrassed, and didn't refuse any more, "The winner of the No. 12 Zheng Yu Music Awards' Best Newcomer Singer is Jiang Ling!"

Polite applause sounded again, Jiang Ling stood up slowly, nodding to the surroundings in unison.

The spotlight had moved from the top of Cesare Zhou's head to the top of Jiang Ling's, but he still didn't sit down, and looked at this side from afar, unable to see any expression clearly on his face in the shadows.