number one idol

Chapter 171 Le Jia's Means

In front of the Paris Opera House.

Well-known newspapers all over Europe have sent reporters to squat here, just to get first-hand interview materials.

You must know that the present is the information age, no matter where there is a disturbance in any corner of the world, it can be spread all over the world in an instant.

The creditors who have done all this are the many media reporters who are rushing to the front line.

However, the competition among journalists is equally fierce. In order to grab first-hand information, they have to fight wits and courage with their colleagues.

At this time, in front of the Paris Opera House, there were at least thirty newspaper reporters staring at the door. They spent a whole day squatting in order to obtain first-hand interview materials after the game.

Of course, they were not idle during this period. Everyone was watching the live broadcast on their mobile phones in order to understand the situation in the theater and know which player had more interview value.

So unlike the players whose eyes are smeared, they know the player who has the greatest reaction and the highest expectation from the outside world at this time.

So when they saw He Xiao coming out, the eyes of many reporters lit up, like huskies, they ran wildly regardless of their image.

"Mr. He, I am a reporter from the British Chinese Times. I would like to interview you with a few questions!"

"Mr. He, may I ask what your odds are for advancing to the top 64?"

"Mr. He, may I ask where do you think you will go in the end?"

"Mr. He, we are from North American Express, is it convenient to accept an interview?"

"..."

In an instant, countless "Mr. He" came over like a mountain, attracting the attention of other contestants.

He Xiao was also stunned, so many contestants came out and didn't go to interview, why did they all rush to him?
Looking at the black and white reporters, He Xiao felt the difficulty for the first time.

If all of them are interviewed, they will have to be interviewed until the Year of the Monkey...

In fact, if it was a one-on-one interview in private, He Xiao could still answer one or two questions, but so many people rushed over like a vegetable market, his head was so big.

Who can handle this?

Immediately put the mask on the face, called the bodyguard Shi Sledgehammer for cover, and began to squeeze out along the crowd.

"Sorry, no comment! No comment!"

Shi Dachui was also taken aback by the situation, and then the kid grinned and started shouting, he didn't know if the other party could understand, but anyway, he shouted with great enthusiasm.

To be honest, I have been with He Xiao for so long, and I have never seen such a situation. Even when I was recording the Spring Festival Gala on Yanjing Satellite TV, it was very deserted when I came out.

And this kind of majestic scene of shouting "no comment" is the ultimate dream of every celebrity bodyguard.

Shi Dachui understood that He Xiao was on fire. Although he didn't know the specific situation, he also knew that there must have been a stir in the outside world, otherwise, this group of unprofitable entertainment journalists would not have run towards him like crazy. come.

In fact, He Xiao's popularity is inevitable.

Chinese players + original songs + high-scoring fierce players, the combination of these three factors is naturally a topic.

So if you don't interview him, who will you interview?

A large number of reporters flocked to He Xiao's scalp.

"Come on!"

Muttering to Shi Sledgehammer, He Xiao followed behind him, squeezed out of the crowd, and got into the car.

But the reporters didn't want to let him go, they let Shi Sledgehammer blow his whistle and didn't leave, they kept beating on the window and shouting their own questions, hoping that He Xiao could answer them.

Even some experienced reporters saw that He Xiao didn't want to interview and gave up the idea of ​​asking questions. Instead, they picked up their cameras and started taking pictures.

There is a saying that is good, start with a picture, and the content depends entirely on editing.

It doesn't matter if you don't accept the interview, as long as you have photos, you can just make up the content of the interview and write it up.

As for authenticity?As long as you can earn enough attention, who cares about it!
What's more, netizens are so foolish now, they believe whatever they say on the Internet, and they don't even bother to think for themselves, as long as he can show a photo, even if he writes that He Xiao is a homosexual, people will believe it.

Shi Dahammer honked the horn frantically, and started the car to squeeze out. Bao Yuanyuan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was also frightened by this scene, her little face turned pale.

She has lived for more than 20 years, and she has only seen it in zombie movies shot by foreigners.

The farce continued to escalate, and more and more reporters poured in. It wasn't until the fierce fighters and top [-] players from other divisions came out that they shared some of the reporters' attention.

Martin walked out under the tight protection of a dozen bodyguards, and no reporter could get close to him.

He stood in front of the main entrance of the Paris Opera House and glanced at He Xiao. Seeing how popular he was, he couldn't help but sneered. There was an inexplicable light in those deep eyes, which seemed to be jealousy and disdain.

Because from childhood to adulthood, no matter who he was with, he must be the one who received the most attention.

At this moment, He Xiao was being held in the hands of all the stars, taking away his "honor" which belonged to him, naturally he felt uncomfortable.

With a cold face, he got into his luxury car, and the Kroll family's convoy roared away arrogantly. No reporter dared to stop them like they stopped He Xiao's car.

They are all people in the circle. They really know how domineering Kroll, a big chaebol family.

If you dare to stop a car, they dare to hit you to death with one kick of the gas pedal, and they will preemptively sue you for misconduct and disturbing social order later.

Therefore, the reporters kept a respectful distance from the Kroll family.

He Xiao's side was much more friendly in comparison, and the car squeezed out slowly, until after six o'clock, before leaving the area of ​​the Paris Opera House.

"Mr. He, Minister Yu is calling."

At [-]:[-], Bao Yuanyuan turned around from the co-pilot and handed He Xiao a mobile phone with a cartoon case, which showed that the caller was Minister Yu.

Although separated by thousands of miles and with a seven-hour time difference, Yu Xiao still misses He Xiao very much.

After all, this is the first artist in his hands who does not obey orders and act without authorization.

And he played so well that he ran to the Isabella International Piano Competition without paying attention, so Yu Xiao was naturally very concerned.

He had already ordered people to go over the wall to follow every move abroad, and even broadcast a copy of the live broadcast to him, just to watch He Xiao's performance.

At this time, He Xiao became popular and scored a super high score of 93 points. People in China didn't know about it, but Yu Xiao already knew it.

When even a phone call came, the joy was hard to hide.

"Okay, you kid! I really made a name for myself abroad!"

With a score of 93 points, there is no need to think about it at all, and it will definitely enter the top 64.

Yu Xiao is excited here, their tentacles can't reach abroad, but the domestic market can be easily controlled.

He Xiao's entry into the top 64 is stable. This result is not shameful at all, and it is enough to publicize it.

After the company's publicity team is in operation, it is hard to imagine what kind of earthquake will be caused in the domestic entertainment industry.

"I announce that we have contracted the trending topic on Weibo tonight!"

Minister Yu happily yelled at He Xiao, discussing the company's next publicity plan.

If nothing else, He Xiao is really going to be popular this time.

After all, the fire has already been lit, and the only thing missing now is a little east wind!
(End of this chapter)