richest star

Chapter 1 The Son of the Richest Man
December 2017, 9.

Saturday.

Nine p.m.

Star TV.

The third competition of the second season of "I Am a Singer" is in full swing.

Usually, viewers watching this show are attracted by the singing of top singers on "I Am a Singer".

This night was a little different.

I heard that Zhang Qiyang, the son of the richest man, came to the competition as a singer. Many people locked their TVs on Xingdu Satellite TV in the mood of watching the excitement, waiting to watch Zhang Qiyang set off the cannonball.

Three years ago, Zhang Qiyang, who was 20 years old at the time, made his debut as an independent singer. As soon as he stepped into the entertainment circle, he immediately set off a bloody storm in the circle.

He has sparred with countless celebrities, scolding anyone who is not pleasing to the eye, and even fought with a few violent celebrities in the circle in private, all of which were photographed by the paparazzi and published in the newspaper, which made the richest man lose his family Big face, but let ordinary viewers have enough eye addiction.

From this, Zhang Qiyang gained the reputation of the No. [-] cannon in the entertainment industry, known as "Pao Ye".

The son of the richest man is an idiot, which makes many ordinary people have a huge sense of superiority.

Especially when Zhang Qiyang was embarrassed, the general public would spare no effort to scold him to death, venting their hatred of the rich.

This feeling is so wonderful.

Hearing that Zhang Qiyang was going to appear on the stage of a top singer like "I Am a Singer" tonight, many netizens were ready to move. Before Zhang Qiyang appeared on the stage, the forum of "I Am a Singer" was blown up.

No one discussed the performance of other singers, everyone was looking forward to Zhang Qiyang's appearance——

"I don't know who Pao Ye will piss off tonight, the singers who competed with him must be guilty! Wahahaha!"

"Master Cannon is going to sweep "My Song"!"

"He's a fucking piece of trash! Being on "My Song" is completely tarnishing the stage of "My Song"!"

"The head of the director of "Singer" was caught by the door, why invite a piece of rubbish like Zhang Qiyang to compete! Fuck, change the channel!"

"The cannon fodder all voted for the cannon master by text message. Only by rushing to the top three can the cannon master stay on the stage of "My Song"."

"It's good to have money, and you can be on "My Song" while playing cotton. I really feel sad for those singers who can't be on "My Song"!"

"Trash Zhang Dapao get out of "My Song"!"

"The cannonball is mighty! Blast the stage of "Singer"!"

"I've got my dad, mom and sister's mobile phones ready, and I'll give you four votes, Lord Pao, we're going to give you the number one spot tonight!"

"Whoever votes for Zhang Dapao is Dasha X!"

"Whoever doesn't vote for Cannon Master is the idiot X!"

"Singer like Cannonball who wants to sweep all the awards in the world's music scene, appearing on "You Song" is to give "You Song" face! Mortals, tremble!"

"Don't you dare to vote for Master Pao, Master Pao bought "My Song" directly, if I don't play it, don't any of you play it!"

"Master Cannon Come on stage, I, a little cannon fodder, can't wait to hear your singing in Absent Mode."

"Master Cannon, there is no other person in the Chinese music scene who can sing like you and still call himself a singer! If you don't even help JJ, I will obey you!"

"Master Pao, even if you go off tune and go to grandma's house, I still love you! Please give me a red envelope!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep! Cannon fodder, get ready and charge!

……

Near the kick hall singer appeared.

In the backstage of "My Song", all the staff members are in full swing.

Everyone was afraid that Zhang Qiyang would cause trouble for the TV station by setting off firecrackers during the live broadcast.

Xiao Meiyun, the director of the show, went out in person and communicated with Zhang Qiyang's manager and assistants over and over again, asking them to tell Zhang Qiyang not to talk when he came on stage, but to sing.

All the singers on "My Song" don't need an opening speech after they take the stage. This is a purely singing stage, and the singers only need to dedicate their best performances.

Everyone was in fear for a while, seeing that the last contestant singer was almost over, and at this moment they couldn't find Zhang Qiyang!

"Where is Young Master Yang?"

The staff of the program group were in a hurry.

"Young Master Yang has a stomachache. He went to the bathroom. He should come out soon. He has been squatting for almost 10 minutes."

Zhang Qiyang's assistant, Qin Xueyang, a chubby girl wearing a black baseball cap and a black mask, told everyone in a low voice.

"Is there anything wrong? Send someone to the bathroom to look for it."

The executive director's brow was dripping with sweat.

Qin Xueyang hastily stopped him and said: "Don't! Don't rush him. If anyone wants to rush him when he goes to the toilet, he will go into a rage. When he is on the stage, no one can stop him from talking nonsense. .”

Hearing Qin Xueyang talk about this, the people in the program group were going crazy, wishing they could kick out "My Song" for Zhang Qiyang.

If this young master was not the son of the richest man Zhang Zhenhua, they wouldn't be in such a hurry with him.

Inside the bathroom.

The much-anticipated Zhang Qiyang was leaning on the walls on both sides, escaping in pain.

The corners of his eyes were full of bitter tears, and Zhang Qiyang felt that his ass was about to explode.

A few minutes ago, he was writing an online novel in front of a computer in another world.

Suddenly, there was a shock in the back of the head, as if someone had hit him with a stick, and he passed out all of a sudden.

When he woke up again, he would have transmigrated into the body of the son of the richest man with the same name as him, who had scurried to half-dead.

During this painful channeling process, Zhang Qiyang merged with the memory of the original owner.

If he found himself in the body of the son of the richest man under a very comfortable situation, Zhang Qiyang would definitely be jumping around in place happily.

But now that the collapse made him want to die, Zhang Qiyang couldn't be happy at all.

The original owner, although he is the son of the richest man, has a delicate and fleshy body, but he actually likes to eat roadside stalls!

This time, I just licked skewers on the side of the road, which broke my stomach.

That guy was probably killed while fleeing, which gave the new Zhang Qiyang a chance to cross.

As soon as he crossed over, he endured ten levels of pain like a woman giving birth.

Zhang Qiyang was in so much pain that he grinned his teeth in pain, and wanted to growl a few times.

At this time, I heard two staff members walking in from outside the bathroom.

They definitely didn't know that Zhang Qiyang was running around in the toilet cubicle.

While peeing, they chatted about Zhang Qiyang.

"I don't know if the richest young master was frightened by the aura of our show, but he was squatting in the toilet even before his appearance. He was probably too scared to come out." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a bit of a motherly voice. .

"Cough cough." Another young staff member was probably a newcomer to the program group. He coughed twice and reminded in a low voice, "Brother Bao, don't talk nonsense. Young Master Yang might be in the toilet."

"No, there's a toilet in his lounge."

"Oh." The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and directly sprayed: "I really don't understand, what did Director Luo invite that trash to our show? Is it to increase the ratings? I heard that the ratings of our show tonight It exploded, almost breaking through 6%, even higher than the ratings of last season's finals. It's really crazy, why is the appeal of that rubbish so great?"

(End of this chapter)