I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

Chapter 111 Nighttime Eavesdropping and the Concert's Breakthrough (2-in-1 Large Chapter 9K)

One o'clock in the morning.

Yang Mi sat on the bed, wearing only a set of black lace lingerie.

The shoulder strap was thin and barely hung on her rounded shoulder, as if it might slip off at any moment.

The lingerie was edged with a hollowed-out pattern, clinging tightly to the skin and embracing the two excessively full breasts.

She turned slightly to the side in front of the mirror, realizing she'd gone a bit too far, wondering who had styled her like that.

She bit her lip, squeezed some body lotion into her palm, rubbed it together, and started applying it from her neck down.

My phone was lit up next to my pillow, and the call screen showed "Tangtang." We'd been chatting for almost half an hour.

"Honey, are you even listening to me?"

"I'm listening, I'm listening." Yang Mi replied perfunctorily, her hand gliding over the rise and fall of her chest. "I'm telling you, go to sleep early, stop thinking about all that nonsense, a good night's sleep will make you feel better."

"I wasn't thinking anything inappropriate." Tang Yan's voice was muffled, with the sticky, irritating quality typical of someone drunk. "I was just thinking, why is he so different?"

"Who's different?"

"Jiang Chen."

Yang Mi was taken aback. What does it matter to you whether he is the same or not?

How can someone who's just broken up with have the mind to observe this?

"He's completely different from Qiu Ze," Tang Yan explained over the phone. "No, I mean when he's singing—did you notice the way he looks at people? You know, that—"

"That one, when he looked at me—"

"I don't think something's right. Do you think he might... you know... have a thing for me?"

"He looks at you normally," Yang Mi interrupted her, "He looks at everyone like that. He looks at even a dog with great affection. Don't misunderstand."

"So he sees you that way too?"

"He saw that I didn't act like that, he saw that I didn't dare to look at him."

Tang Yan: "————"

I was completely overwhelmed by their display of superiority.

Yang Mi ignored her and bent down to wipe her legs.

I wore high heels all night, and my calves are sore and swollen. I pressed my fingers on my calves a few more times.

"By the way, is Shishi still with you?"

"Yes," Tang Yan said, "she's lying next to me, almost asleep."

"Why didn't you send her back?"

She said she was too lazy to make a fuss and would just squeeze into my place for the night.

"Then you should go to sleep early." Yang Mi straightened up and started rubbing her thighs, pushing her palms up her calves and stopping at the inner thighs.

That was the most sensitive area, so she deliberately avoided it, saying, "I'm not going to talk to you anymore, I have something to do later."

"What do you need? It's so late."

"Something's up."

"What is it?"

"I need to spend some time with my man."

Tang Yan on the other end of the phone exclaimed "Oh dear!" in anger.

After the concert, the four of them found a quiet private club nearby and had a simple meal.

Jiang Chen hadn't drunk much, but his voice was already hoarse, and Yang Mi stopped him from touching alcohol.

Tang Yan drank quite a bit, and Liu Shishi drank a few cups with her.

The party ended before midnight; Jiang Chen was exhausted, and everyone could tell.

Holding a concert is very physically demanding.

In the end, Liu Shishi took Tang Yan, who had drunk too much, home, while Yang Mi and Jiang Chen went home.

"Don't mess around with him tonight," Tang Yan suddenly said on the other end of the phone. "His voice is hoarse, and you still—"

"What are you thinking?" Yang Mi rolled her eyes.

"I told him to go to bed early, what were you thinking?"

Tang Yan kept muttering to herself, her speech a little unclear.

Yang Mi ignored her.

Her sisters always act like this when they're drunk—talkative and chatty, able to ramble on about anything for ages; she's used to it.

After a while, it will fall asleep on its own, or be woken up by needing to pee, or by thirst; it will eventually settle down.

She pushed her phone towards the pillow, screen down, without looking at it.

She freed both hands, squeezed out some more body lotion, and began applying it to her other thigh.

The voice on the other end gradually weakened, and then fell silent completely.

"Tangtang?" Yang Mi called out to her phone next to her pillow.

No one answered; they were probably asleep or had hung up.

She was just about to reach for her phone when the bathroom door opened.

A cloud of hot, humid white mist billowed out. Before she could turn around, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, grabbing her two most sensitive areas.

Jiang Chen's chest pressed against her back, and the scalding heat from his fresh shower made her shiver.

"Who are you calling?"

"Candy."

"Hang up."

"Um?"

"Honey, let me apply it for you."

"What?"

"Kneel on the bed, and I'll rub your back."

Yang Mi bit her lip, obediently listened, and bent down slightly, kneeling steadily on the bed with her waist naturally slumping down, her back forming a smooth and ambiguous curve.

The shoulder line was slightly tightened, and the black lace bra strap was gently tugged by the movement, swaying on the shoulder, which made the lines of the shoulder and neck appear even whiter and more delicate.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling down, covering half of her face, revealing only a section of her beautiful jawline, and her breathing gradually became lighter.

Jiang Chen squeezed some cream into his palm, rubbed it until it was warm, and then slowly applied it to her back.

With just the right amount of pressure, the palm gently pushes down from the shoulders and neck, slowly caressing along the curve of the spine, kneading each area slowly and delicately.

The warm touch seeped through his thin skin, carrying a faint milky scent that mingled with his clean breath, slowly fermenting in the closed bedroom.

His movements were light and unhurried, his fingertips occasionally brushing lightly across the sensitive skin on her waist, causing her body to tremble slightly and a very soft moan to escape her throat.

His hand moved down her waistline, down to her lower back, and then gently caressed her pert buttocks. His touch remained gentle, and he caressed every inch with care and tenderness.

"Lift your leg a little."

Yang Mi bit her lower lip and obediently spread her knees slightly apart, making her kneeling posture more relaxed. Her waist and hips naturally arched slightly, forming a perfect and soft curve on her entire back.

His palms slowly pushed upwards along the back of her thighs. The movement was slow, and his fingertips pressed gently. The force was not strong, but each press landed precisely on the most itchy and hot spots.

The warm touch spread little by little, from their waists to their legs, from their backs to their sides, their breaths mingling.

"younger brother----"

"Um?"

"I—I can't take it anymore—"

Jiang Chen gently pushed aside the last obstacle, clearing it away.

"Ugh————"

Yang Mi bit her lower lip sharply, swallowing the rest of her words.

Meanwhile, in another room—

Liu Shishi opened her eyes groggily.

I could hear soft snoring nearby.

She glanced at her and saw that Tang Yan was already asleep, with a glistening drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Her mind involuntarily drifted back to the concert that evening.

The way Jiang Chen stood on the rising platform, the way the laser beam pierced through the dry ice and hit him, the way he looked at the sea of ​​stars below the stage while singing "The Ordinary Road" —

And there was also the song "Ideal Thirty Years" performed live!

This man is so charming and talented!

Unfortunately, she has poor eyesight and ended up choosing Yang Mi instead.

She was lost in thought—

"Ugh————"

A voice drifted from a certain direction, startling her.

What was that sound?

She pricked up her ears and deliberately suppressed her breathing.

The room was quiet, with only Tang Yan's even snoring.

Auditory hallucination?

She withdrew her hand, straightened up, and glanced around in the darkness.

The sound came again.

"----Um----"

This time it was clearer, as if it was coming from beside Tangtang's pillow.

Liu Shishi turned her head and saw the phone.

It's still on the phone!

What the heck?

"Jiang Chen, be gentle!"

It's Yang Mi's voice.

But unlike the Yang Mi who usually holds her chin high and has a sharp tongue, she is not like the Yang Mi who is usually so ruthless.

The voice was so soft it seemed to melt, the ending trembled, as if the person had been badly bullied, or perhaps—

Liu Shishi's ears suddenly felt hot.

She instinctively reached out and her fingertips touched the phone screen.

It should be turned off.

She stared at the red hang-up button, but—

"—Honey, why are you hiding?"

Jiang Chen's voice.

His voice was deep and hoarse, with an aggressiveness she had never heard before, like a large feline toying with its prey—lazy yet dangerous.

Liu Shishi's breath hitched for a moment.

"I didn't dodge—" Yang Mi's voice was broken.

"Ugh————"

The last syllable was blocked by something, turning into a muffled sob.

Liu Shishi pulled her hand back; she didn't press it.

She told herself it was because Tang Yan was sleeping, and pressing the button would make a "beep" sound, which would wake her up.

It's not because of anything else.

Liu Shishi hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them, as if in a self-protective posture.

But the ears were still standing up.

"----younger brother----"

Yang Mi's voice was softer than before, like a purr coming from the throat of a cat whose fur had been stroked, with a tone that was almost pleading, which she had never heard before.

"Um?

'

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Do you really want it?"

"think----"

Liu Shishi's breathing became erratic.

She heard her own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, like some kind of amplified drumbeat, mixed with the sound from the phone, making it impossible to distinguish which was which.

Blood rushed to her face, to some indescribable place, like some kind of lit fuse, burning her whole body with heat.

The sound from the phone continued, but the tone had changed.

Yang Mi's sobs became broken.

And there was the sound of Jiang Chen's breathing.

Deep, heavy, like some kind of wild beast on the verge of losing control.

That night, Shishi couldn't sleep.

She inexplicably recalled Jiang Chen's song at the concert, and those few lines of lyrics.

I "ll put my armor on, show you how strong I am

I don my armor, revealing my power to you. I am fully armed, letting you see my true form. I am unstoppable, like a speeding sports car, never stopping. I am indestructible.

Is this song about him/her?

Meanwhile, another storm was just beginning on the internet.

That night, at 11:57 PM.

Weibo server, alarm number N.

Operations engineer Xiao Li stared at the monitoring screen; the CPU usage had skyrocketed from 40% to 87%, and was still climbing.

"What's going on?" He grabbed the phone.

"This is insane!" The shift leader's voice tightened. "Jiang Chen's concert, three topics simultaneously topped the newly launched trending search list, and the server couldn't handle it."

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"Add more machines!"

"It's already been added! This is only the third day since the beta version went live; we've never seen anything like this before!"

Xiao Li switched to the front end of Weibo, where the newly launched trending search list was all red, with a yellow warning mark unique to the beta version.

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#JiangChenConcertFeaturesThreeBeautiesFromChineseFairyTalesOnSameStage# Popularity Value 99999+

#JiangChen'sNewSongTheOrdinaryRoad# Popularity value: 99999+

#JiangChenUnstoppableOpening#Popularity value 99999+

Following this was a string of rapidly rising keywords, each marked with a "new hot" label.

#JiangChenThanksYuMaForCultivation# Popularity value: 87654

#JiangChenTangYanBreakupScene# Popularity Value: 65432

He scrolled down, and the real-time discussion volume refreshed every second, the numbers making his eyes dizzy.

On the topic page, the number of reposts, comments, and likes scrolls down like a waterfall, doubling with each refresh.

"What kind of traffic monster is this?!"

He muttered to himself, "When we promoted this trending list prototype last year, it only reached a peak of a little over 100,000 views. This one has completely blown up the counter! The last time it was this explosive was the day Yao Cheng got divorced; the server never went this crazy."

He had barely finished speaking when a series of red warnings popped up on the screen.

"Database connection timed out"

"Cache avalanche risk"

"User request queue overflow"

"Again?"

Xiao Li sat bolt upright, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Quick, bring up the entire backup cluster! If this keeps up, the newly launched popularity rankings will be ruined!"

The office was instantly filled with the sounds of keyboards clicking and phones ringing, and everyone's face was etched with tension.

No one expected that a new singer's concert could put Weibo's newly launched trending search system in such a sorry state.

The storm in the public sphere was even more intense than the server alerts.

At 12:11 AM, 23 media outlets simultaneously released breaking news: Sina Entertainment reported: "Jiang Chenchen's concert has come to an end. The three beauties from the Legend of Sword and Fairy series shared the stage in a once-in-a-century moment, a top-tier spectacle in the Chinese entertainment industry."

Tencent Entertainment: "From 'Unstoppable' to 'The Ordinary Road,' Jiang Chen answered all the doubts with a concert."

NetEase Entertainment: "Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, and Tang Yan broke the ice by appearing on the same stage. Jiang Chen acted as matchmaker, making this concert worth the ticket price."

At 12:23 a.m., the second batch of manuscripts was laid out.

The headline from Southern Metropolis Entertainment was the most scathing: "Traffic Star? Jiang Chen Proves in Three Hours that Traffic Stars Can Also Have Works."

"When Jiang Chen sang 'Sword Heart' in the costume of Baili Tusu, thousands sang along, and the entire audience burst into tears. This is something that mere popularity cannot achieve. This is an answer given by an actor, a singer, someone who has been questioned all the way and finally stood in the center of the stage, through a concert."

The Beijing News headline was "The Birth of a Concert," and the article detailed the concert's preparation process, including interviews with music director Li Ronghao, the dance team, and the stage designer.

In an interview, Li Ronghao said, "His knees were swollen during rehearsals, but he kept dancing with knee braces on. I told him that was enough, but he said it wasn't. He wasn't proving anything to others; he was proving something to himself."

Three o'clock in the morning, in an apartment.

In Jiang Chen's fan club's internal group, the speed at which messages flooded the screen made the QQ window tremble.

Yanzi sat in front of the computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Little Grass, is the first batch of images uploaded?"

"After uploading Sister Yanzi's photos, Section A, front view, 300 photos, 60 of which are retouched."

"Meow?"

"Two hundred side-view dance moves, forty of which have been retouched, have been uploaded to the cloud drive."

"Cici?"

"Channel diagrams, featuring Liu Shishi and Tang Yan, high-definition and uncensored, 120 images, 30 of which are professionally edited."

"DouDou?"

"The aerial video has been compressed. The opening sea of ​​lights, the mid-show panoramic view, and the exit crowd are in three segments, and have been uploaded."

Yanzi downloaded the files one by one, opened them, zoomed in, and examined them.

The moment the laser mesh cleaved through the darkness, Jiang Chen stood on the elevator platform, dressed in a black suit, with sharp eyebrows and a calm light in his eyes.

White dry ice surged up from beneath his feet, like a sea of ​​clouds, like a battle robe, like a king who had traveled from the end of time.

"Sister Yanzi?" Xiaocao tagged her in the group chat, "Can you post it now?"

Yanzi glanced at the time; it was 3:17 a.m.

She opened Weibo, and the trending topics list was still a sea of ​​red.

Media press releases are flying everywhere, night owl netizens have written thousands of comments, and marketing accounts have been reposting them wave after wave.

The rhythm has already started.

She took a deep breath and typed in the group chat: "Sisters, are you ready?"

"Ready!!!"

The group chat exploded instantly, with more than a dozen girls replying at the same time, and emojis flooding the screen.

"DouDou, the aerial video, the opening sea of ​​lights, I'll cut a 15-second version, add the intro to 'Unstoppable,' and post it tomorrow morning."

"receive!"

Yanzi organized the files and uploaded them in batches to the official fan group.

"hair."

"Start with the official fan group, and let them spread it to Weibo, Douban, and Tianya. Don't post all at once, spread it out over time, from 3 a.m. to 7 a.m., posting a batch every hour."

"clear!"

"Tomorrow, let Chenchen's photos and videos flood the internet."

"Total saturation!!!"

The group chat exploded instantly, flooded with emojis, exclamation marks, and orange hearts.

Jiang Chen's fan club's station manager squad is on full alert!

3:40 AM, Jiang Chen Studio.

The conference room was brightly lit.

Xu Yiruo stood in front of the projection, with a dense timeline behind her.

"Media team, press releases for 23 media outlets have been issued. We will add in-depth articles for entertainment weekly and music magazine tomorrow."

"The public opinion monitoring team is monitoring twelve keywords. The warning threshold for smear articles is set at more than 500 reposts in a single hour. If it is triggered, we will retaliate immediately."

"Business team, three brands sent inquiries at 2 a.m., and we need to produce a cooperation plan by 10 a.m. tomorrow."

"The fan coordination team and the fan site command center have confirmed their coordination schedule, and the materials for the large screen will be finalized at 4:00 AM."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Jiang Chen's exact words: They lit up the orange sea for me, and I want them to see that every ray of light has an echo."

"The budget for the large screen campaign will be adjusted from the publicity and distribution expenses. The studio and the fan command center will join forces this time to create a model and a paradigm."

"Next year's concert will be double in scale. Today's victory is the foundation."

No one spoke; only the sound of keyboards clicking and pens scratching across paper could be heard.

Xu Yiruo slammed the laser pointer onto the table.

"Meeting adjourned. Each group, proceed according to the timeline. Any delay of even one minute will result in your resignation."

The next day, in Sanlitun, Yanjing.

The Taikoo Li shopping district was bustling with people.

Influencers are taking street photos, couples are checking in at cafes, and coffee shops are full of people discussing investments, dating, and breakups.

A huge LED screen was originally playing Chanel's 2013 Fall/Winter Haute Couture campaign on a loop. Zhou Xun appeared in a minimalist black outfit, her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, without any superfluous emotions, as cold as a high-end work of art detached from worldly affairs.

Suddenly, the screen flashed.

The laser grid cleaved through the darkness like dozens of cold, white lightsabers, cutting the screen into the shape of a futuristic battlefield.

The deep, oppressive, and intensely oppressive prelude explodes with a heavy bass, while delicate electronic sound effects flow like electricity.

The young people on the road paused.

What was that sound?

"Holy crap, why did the screen suddenly change content?"

The elevator slowly rose from the clouds and mist, and a young man stood in the center of the light and mist, dressed in a black fitted suit, looking incredibly handsome.

"I'll smile, I know what it takes to fool this town————"

His voice is calm and deep, combined with electronic music, carrying an undeniable sense of power.

The tall, leggy internet celebrity taking street photos stopped, her phone still held high in the air. A couple in the coffee shop pushed open the door and came out.

The middle-aged man, who was discussing investment, took off his Bluetooth headset.

The student on the bicycle squeezed the brakes and braced himself with one foot.

The crowd appears to be drawn together by some kind of magnetic force, converging towards the bottom of the screen.

"I put my armor on, show you how strong I am——"

The prelude builds up the emotions to a climax, and then the drumbeats suddenly explode!

"I "munstoppable, I "maPorschewithnobrakes————"

The scene shifts to a sea of ​​orange lights, with glow sticks surging in the darkness like a burning orange ocean.

The young man stood at the end of the catwalk, facing the sea of ​​orange, and sang the most passionate core song with all his might.

"I'm invincible, I don't need the keys to the castle————"

"Holy crap!" a guy in a trendy brand exclaimed, "What song is this?"

"I don't know, but it's awesome!"

"Who is he?" A girl with dreadlocks looked up, her eyes shining.

"Jiang Chen," the bespectacled boy next to him said, staring at the screen, "that one—the popular celebrity they're talking about online?"

"Traffic stars?" The girl with dreadlocks scoffed. "This stage? This song? You're telling me they're traffic stars?"

"Everyone online says he can't handle a 10,000-person show," the bespectacled guy scratched his head. "This—this is what they call not being able to handle it?"

The crowd gathered below the electronic screen grew larger and larger.

Some people raised their phones to record, some nodded in rhythm, and some stared blankly, forgetting what they had just been talking about—investment.

What about relationships, what about things falling apart?

"Dude," the trendy guy nudged the bespectacled guy, "what's the name of this song?"

"Unstoppable," a girl in an orange hoodie suddenly spoke up, her voice a little hoarse, "Jiang Chen's song. I—I'm here."

"Were you there?" The girl with the dreadlocks turned to look at her.

"Mmm," the girl in the orange hoodie looked up at the screen, her eyes a little red, "Workers' Stadium, ten thousand people, this is the best concert I've ever been to in my life!"

Chengdu Taikoo Li.

The same afternoon, the same languidness.

People chatting and gossiping in teahouses, people eating tripe in hot pot restaurants, people getting their ears cleaned in Kuanzhai Alley, and long legs captured in street photography.

A circular LED screen suspended in the air was originally playing a promotional video for a hot pot brand, with red oil bubbling and the aroma of chili wafting through the air.

Suddenly, the screen flashed.

"I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have walked through crowds of people —"

His voice was very soft, as if he were telling a distant story, or as if he were talking to himself.

The old man who was telling stories in the teahouse stopped, his teacup hanging in mid-air.

The girl at the hot pot restaurant forgot to take the tripe out of the pot, and the tripe became tough.

The ear cleaner's hand trembled, and the customer cried out, "Ouch!"

A tall, leggy internet celebrity in a street photo turned her phone towards the screen.

Everything I once possessed vanished like smoke in the blink of an eye.

The scene cuts to the entire audience singing along.

Tens of thousands of people held up their phones, the flashes creating a sea of ​​stars hanging upside down.

"I was once lost and disappointed, I lost all direction —"

"The only answer lies in seeing the ordinary."

A waitress wearing an apron ran out of the hot pot restaurant, holding a menu in her hand.

He looked up at the screen and suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

He was moved by the singing.

I recalled my journey from the countryside to Chengdu, from serving dishes to becoming a supervisor, from sharing a single room to renting a small one-bedroom apartment.

I remembered when I was twenty, singing "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" in a karaoke bar, saying, "One day I'll open my own shop!"

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I remembered yesterday, the landlord said the rent would increase by 300 next month.

"What song is this?" he asked the person next to him, his voice a little hoarse.

"The Ordinary Road," a girl in Hanfu next to me chimed in, her eyes also red, "Jiang Chen's new song, I'm a fan of his."

"Are you there?"

"I didn't manage to get tickets, but there's a show in Chengdu too!"

He watched as the screen went dark and then a line of text appeared.

"An Ordinary Path, An Extraordinary Promise: Jiang Chen's Morning Breeze Concert"

An old man suddenly spoke up, his voice booming: "This kid sings so well! Even more movingly than those Sichuan opera singers in my teahouse!"

The young man next to him laughed out loud: "Grandpa, that's a pop song!"

"Pop songs?" The old man glared. "Can't pop songs be good? I used to listen to Deng Lijun!"

"Jiang Chen," a bespectacled college student exclaimed, pulling out his phone to search, "Holy crap, from Beijing Film Academy? An actor? And a singer?"

"The actor sings so well?" A girl next to me came over to take a look.

Why is he being smeared so much online?

"Because he's outstanding!"

West Lake in Hangzhou.

The cruise ships floated on the lake, tourists on the Broken Bridge held up selfie sticks, and someone was singing "Waiting for a Thousand Years" at Leifeng Pagoda, singing so off-key that the fish in West Lake sank to the bottom.

An antique-style electronic screen by the lake was originally broadcasting a video about Longjing tea, with green hills, clear water, and tea-picking girls.

Suddenly, the screen flashed.

Clad in red and black robes, he stood holding a sword, a menacing mark between his brows.

The prelude to the guqin begins, like some ancient summons.

"The soul, sealed away in the brilliance of the stars, awakens the lingering nightmares—"

The sound poured out from the screen, carrying a kind of desolate feeling that transcended time and space.

The tourists on the cruise ship turned their heads.

The selfie stick on the broken bridge was turned towards the screen.

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"Unraveling the threads of this wicked past, one cannot escape the loneliness of this life—"

The scene cuts to young people walking along a T-shaped walkway, with thousands of people chanting "Su Su" in unison, the sound so loud it makes the screen tremble.

"Listening to the melodious zither music, I can't forget what I've been through—"

"The mortal world has trapped my youth—"

An older woman in a cheongsam suddenly covered her mouth: "This is—this is Baili Tusu!"

"What Su?" asked an older woman next to me.

"Gu Jian Qi Tan! I've been following this show for years!" The auntie was so excited that the slit of her cheongsam was shaking. "I've been watching it for three months!"

Susu! My Susu!

A girl dressed in Hanfu suddenly started singing along.

"I can't escape the loneliness of this life —"

A bespectacled college student next to him paused for a moment, then started humming along: "Listen to the melodious sound of the zither—"

"What should be forgotten can't be forgotten—"

More human-like individuals joined.

"The mortal world has trapped my youth—"

"Go to war, face the vastness of heaven and earth—"

A foreigner with golden hair and blue eyes stopped walking, looked up at the screen, and then looked around.

Everyone was singing the same song he couldn't understand.

Curious, he asked, "Why? Why is everyone singing?"

The girl beside him turned to look at him, her eyes shining brightly, like some kind of ignited fervor: "This is Gu Jian Qi Tan, this is Baili Tusu, you know? In 2008, everyone watched this show. Everyone!"

"Everyone?"

"Everyone!"

"He's your country's superstar, right? What's his name?"

"Jiang Fu. You should remember him."

"I will."

On this day, from south to north and from east to west, several screens lit up simultaneously.

Sanlitun in Beijing, Guli in Chengdu, West Lake in Hangzhou, People's Square in Shanghai, Tianhe City in Guangzhou —

Seventeen cities, forty-three LED screens in core business districts, and seventeen electronic walls in subway station transfer halls.

It's not GG, and it's not an endorsement.

It was the budget allocated by Jiang Fu Zhang Studio from Xuan Yicai's funds, the confidence amassed by the fan command center's fundraising efforts, and a kind of unprecedented, two-way resonance.

Each screen plays a different version of the Lingchanghui concert's edited clips.

The laser opening of "Unstoppable" is projected onto the busiest intersection in a first-tier city, causing the crowds to stop in their tracks, couples on dates to forget their hands, and contracts that have fallen through to a standstill to be temporarily put on hold.

The massive chorus of "The Ordinary Road," performed by thousands, resonated throughout the university town and creative district, bringing tears to the eyes of postgraduate entrance exam candidates and causing programmers working on projects to pause their typing.

The red-clad and black-clad swordsman from "Kenshin," appearing in ancient streets and tourist attractions, made aunties watching the show shout until their voices were hoarse, made internet celebrities taking photos turn their heads, and made foreigners with golden eyes and blue hair stop and ask those around them, "Who is that?"

On this day, Jiang Fu's photos swept across every platform online like a meticulously calculated storm.

"Holy crap, this opening!!!"

"The pinnacle of the Chinese entertainment industry!!!"

"Is that Jiang Fu? That popular celebrity?"

"The information upstairs is outdated; she's now the singer Jiang Fu."

At 10:00 AM, Jiang Chenzhang Studio released a lengthy official thank-you message, accompanied by a nine-grid photo collage of the scene.

Yanzi directed the second round of distribution by the fan club, staggering the official distribution to create a dual coverage of "official + unofficial".

On this day, discussions about Jiang Fu on the forum spread like wildfire from the fan community to every unexpected corner.

Film and television forums are discussing his acting skills: "He brought the character of Baili Tusu to life. It's not just the acting skills of a celebrity, it's the acting skills of an actor."

Music forums are discussing his song: "The song 'Unstoppable' feels like it has the potential to hit Billboard."

The workplace forum is discussing his operations: "The fan club economy has been turned into a special forces operation, with fans transforming from consumers to producers. All celebrities will have to learn this model in the future."

The emotional forum was discussing his lyrics: "My story ends here, but your story continues. I copied this line and posted it on Zhang Wei's page."

As a result, posts also appeared on a military forum known for its hardcore content.

"Looking at Modern Communication Warfare Through Jiang Fuling's Concert: On the Combination of Fan Organization Professionalization and Information Warfare"

The original poster used military terminology to analyze the organizational structure, timeline, and deployment strategy of the Swallow Command, concluding that "the combat effectiveness of this team is comparable to that of a reinforced company."

This was a marketing campaign that Jiang Fu had meticulously planned before the concert even began.

With the widespread popularity of "Gu Jian Qi Tan" as a foundation, the enduring appeal of the character Baili Tusu means that the sound of "Sword Heart" can awaken the memories of millions.

"Unstoppable" opens with a bang, while "The Ordinary Road" ends with a resonant melody. These two breakout hits, one offensive and one defensive, have captivated audiences.

The three beauties from the Legend of Sword and Fairy series appeared on the same stage, instantly generating a lot of buzz.

In addition, with the special forces of fansites commanded by Yanzi, precise targeting, staggered timing, and a large-screen matrix, forty-three LEDs in seventeen cities lit up simultaneously, turning the Lingchang Concert from a simple performance into a meticulously planned communication campaign.

It's not just going out of its niche, it's breaking out of its niche.

One link leads to another, breaking through barriers layer by layer.

What Jiang Fu wants is never for fans to indulge in self-indulgence.

January 23, 2013, Yanjing, Guonv Hotel.

A hundred-meter-long red carpet was laid out at the entrance of the grand banquet hall, and both sides were crowded with media and fans.

Here it comes! Here it comes!!!

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

Jiang Fu stepped out of the black van, wearing a dark gray cashmere coat.

He didn't walk fast; he would stop every few steps and wave to both sides.

The orange light boards in the fan zone resembled wheat fields swaying in the wind, while the letter "弗" (Fu) swayed in the cold wind like a warm-colored sea.

Behind him, Jing Tian got out of another car.

She wore a champagne-colored velvet dress, wrapped in a white fox fur shawl, and her hair was styled in a retro bun with a few loose strands hanging down her side.

He exuded an air of pampered wealth.

On both sides of the red carpet, a few scattered shouts quickly dissipated in the evening breeze, far less than the thunderous roar when Fang Shijiang appeared.

But the media reporters waiting by the red carpet instantly perked up, turning their cameras and flashes around as if they were photographing A-list celebrities.

Toutiao is in the bag!

They've already come up with names!

After Yang Mi, Jiang Fu hooked up with a new rich woman.

"Resource-backed talent Jing Tian teams up with Jiang Fu; their new drama is likely to flop."

The banquet hall was filled with bigwigs.

Brother Song, the chairman of Wanda Pictures, is in his early fifties, with a buzz cut, gold-rimmed glasses, and a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

Next to him is Lu Zheng, Chairman of Starlight Brilliant Film & Television Culture Co., Ltd.

Sun Zhongzhong, Vice President of Tencent, and Liu Chun, General Manager of Tencent Video, sat together, talking in hushed tones and occasionally glancing up at the entrance.

Director Lin Yu-fen and producer Chen Chih-hsi sat together, talking in hushed tones.

A huge poster hangs at the front of the banquet hall.

Against a backdrop of deep blue starry sky, countless stars twinkle as a shooting star streaks across the heavens, leaving a long, silvery trail.

The meteor bow is a silhouette of a modern city.

In the center of the poster, Jiang Fu, wearing a black turtleneck sweater and gold-rimmed glasses, stands in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, his back view lonely yet upright.

Half a step behind him, Jing Tian, ​​dressed in a red dress, looked up at the starry sky, her eyes slightly red.

The poster is square, with a line of large, gold-stamped characters.

"You Who Came From The Stars"

Global launch of Art & Fabric Festival!

(P.S.: To avoid censorship, I've combined two chapters into one today.)

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