Pirates began to dominate the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chapter 172 The performance ends. TV station: Praise, President Ji!

"Li Yitong!! Congratulations!!"

The moment Li Yitong heard the name, she let out a soft sigh of relief, as if a weight had finally been lifted from her heart.

The moment she stepped onto the stage, the screams from the entire audience reached their peak.

Countless green light signs lit up simultaneously, converging into a sea of ​​light.

"Crescent-Eyed Sister, our visual center and dance leader. In three months, she transformed from a Beijing Dance Academy student who could only dance into a versatile artist who can dance, sing, and lead the entire team..."

Li Yitong took the trophy from Xie Nan with light steps, stood under the spotlight, and pursed her lips tightly.

She tried to make her smile look better, but as she smiled, her eyes started to get hot again.

"Thank you, Director Ji Yun, for turning me from a dance student into an entertainer."

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After thanking her fans, she glanced at the side of the stage.

"Finally, thank you, Bailu."

Her voice carried a faint hint of amusement, "You're the biggest surprise of this show, much funnier than me."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Bai Lu covered her face by the side of the stage, her ears turning bright red.

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[Bai Lu: Thank you so much!]

Doesn't anyone think these two look alike? They should be considered true sisters!

I've heard there's a tradition in a certain place: buy one get one free...

Li Yitong stood in the center, and the others took small steps forward, standing side by side and waving vigorously to greet the audience.

All 8 people in the stadium stood up at the same time, and the cheers were deafening.

A sea of ​​glow sticks surged in the night, spreading from the stands to the field.

Li Qin stood up from her seat and hugged Song Yi, both of them screaming.

The comment section of Weibo topics is completely overwhelmed.

I cried, I really cried.

Witnessing history.

From tens of thousands to 101, and finally down to only 9, it's too cruel. Ji Yun, you have no heart.

The applause and cheers from the audience mingled together, resounding through the sky.

Li Yitong raised the trophy to the 80,000 spectators, her voice hoarse but firm: "Thank you everyone."

Bai Lu, quick-witted as ever, chimed in, "Thank you, director!"

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Li Yitong glanced at her, a smile playing on her lips: "Thank you, Director Ji, for giving us this opportunity."

Backstage studio.

Ji Yun watched as the nine girls' increasingly exaggerated expressions of gratitude, almost like a competition, and simply smiled and let it go.

He rested his head on his hand and calmly said to Huo Wenxi, "Reply to Huayi Brothers. Heaven doesn't sell people."

When Liu Shishi saw this scene in the VIP area, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Tang Yan noticed her unusual behavior, turned her head and saw a group of fresh-faced young actresses on stage, and suddenly laughed: "Jealous?"

"No," Liu Shishi replied without changing her expression.

"Then why are you holding the bag so tightly?" Tang Yan glanced at Liu Shishi, who was practically squeezing the Chanel bag out of shape.

Liu Shishi glanced down, then patted the table with a nonchalant expression: "Workout."

Why are you working out in the middle of the night?

"For self-defense."

Looking at Liu Shishi, Tang Yan suddenly realized that this woman was much more capable than she had thought. At least she herself could never remain calm and stubborn in the face of such a situation.

But her ambition to rise to the top wouldn't allow her to admit defeat.

After watching the entire performance, Cai Yinong had a complex expression, showing both admiration for Ji Yun's eye for talent and regret that her company had failed to sign more young actresses.

The roar of "Rocket Girls! Rocket Girls! Rocket Girls!" from 80,000 fans merged into a powerful sound wave, causing the LED screen on the stage to tremble slightly.

Li Yitong stood in the center, holding a trophy in her right hand and a contract containing the winning bonus in her left.

She smiled with her eyes narrowed, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her blood surging and burning.

Three months ago, she was a student at the Beijing Dance Academy who was completely lost about her future.

Now, she is the idol champion chosen by 3000 million people across the country.

It feels like a dream.

Bai Lu stood next to her, her makeup ruined from crying, foundation streaming down her cheeks. The makeup artist backstage was frantic, stamping her feet in frustration.

Yang Caiyu stood at the very end, her presence was not strong, but her mouth was almost split open with a smile.

She came in ninth, barely making it into the final round, and felt like the luckiest person there that night.

The stage lights began to change, switching from a dazzling gold to a warm orange.

On stage, Xie Nan and Liu Yan were putting the finishing touches on.

The final ending song was the theme song of "Produce 101". The nine members stood in the center of the stage, holding hands, and sang in unison: "Pick me up, shout my name". The entire audience of 80,000 people sang along.

"Li Yitong! Dilraba! Wang Xiaomin! Bai Lu! Nezha! Zhang Tianai! Yang Ying! Wen Yongshan! Yang Caiyu!"

Every name called out was accompanied by a sea of ​​lights illuminating the scene.

Green, blue, purple, pink, silver —

The stadium, which can hold 80,000 people, was transformed into a sea of ​​color.

The glow sticks swayed wildly in the night, like a flowing galaxy.

Gao Yuanyuan sat in a corner of the VIP area.

Looking at the young faces on stage, she suddenly remembered herself at eighteen. At that time, she had just finished filming "Spicy Love Soup" and was standing at a crossroads in her life, not knowing where the future would lead, and could only take it one step at a time.

These girls are much luckier than her. They met Ji Yun at such a young age... Meeting Ji Yun, well, I guess that counts as lucky.

Liu Shishi was sitting in the second row, recording a video on her phone.

Tang Yan leaned on her shoulder, her face contorted with sadness: "Nazha is so pretty, Dilraba is pretty too, and Li Yitong is even prettier..."

How come I look old before I even become famous?

She was born in 83, making her 10 years older than the people mentioned above on average, yet her fame is even less than any of them. It's outrageous!

Liu Shishi paused, but ultimately remained silent and continued recording the video.

Cai Yinong sat to the side, looking thoughtfully at the youthful faces on the stage.

She now finds Naza pleasing to the eye; her dazed expression perfectly matches the Tang Dynasty's temperament, making her far superior to the others she had previously chosen.

At the moment the finals ended, not a single person left the 80,000-seat stadium.

The stage lights dimmed and brightened, then dimmed and dimmed again, repeating this process three times. Each time the lights came back on, a new wave of cheers erupted from the stands.

People called out each girl's name, a contest of who could shout the loudest, the sounds rising and falling as if they would never stop.

The large screen continuously played the official photos of the nine members of Rocket Girls. The nine girls, dressed in matching white miniskirts, stood in a row, looking like a beautiful girl team straight out of a comic book.

In the VIP area, Han Sanping stood up, straightened his collar, pulled up the young woman next to him, and said to Wang Changtian, "No wonder this show is so popular; I've been able to sit here for so long."

Wang Changtian nodded: "The ratings have definitely broken records."

Han Sanping walked out, took two steps, then stopped, looked back at the nine girls waving goodbye, and sighed thoughtfully, "Previous talent shows only selected singers, but this one has singers, dancers... and they're all pretty and can act. This is a good path. With his variety show, the entire industry landscape is going to change."

Wang Changtian didn't respond. He made his fortune by separating production from broadcasting and making television programs.

Ji Yun's move made the entire television industry realize they had suddenly become outdated, while everyone was still stuck on grassroots singing...

The TV broadcast... He directly abandoned the mainstream model and innovated on these ideas that existed 5 years ago: comebacks against all odds, girl group debuts, national producers, the battle for the center position, contestant character design, team battles, talent shows that are so exciting they make your scalp tingle.

The top executives at major TV stations must be racking their brains right now. With such successful precedents like "Super Girl," "Happy Boy," and "My Type,"...

How can shows like "Super Boy" and "Go Fighting!" be produced next year? If they are produced, they will inevitably be criticized by the audience... If they are not produced, how will the revenue be generated? Most departments of the TV station are responsible for their own profits and losses.

Next, the talent show industry will have to follow Ji Yun's template and change accordingly. Soon, a bunch of new talent shows will start to emerge. It's conceivable that Ji Yun's fame in the television industry will likely reach its peak quickly after tonight.

Liu Shishi stood up from her seat, stretched, and her slender waist outlined a beautiful curve under her dress.

Her eyes were a little sore from staring at the stage for so long, but she was unusually excited.

Tang Yan followed behind her and asked in a low voice, "Are you going backstage?"

Liu Shishi hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, remembering the text message Ji Yun had sent saying "Don't go backstage": "I'm not going, he's busy."

"You're really that obedient?"

Liu Shishi rolled her eyes at her: "You don't understand."

She had actually received another text message from Ji Yun a while earlier...

Tang Yan pouted, "If you don't go, how can I go? If I don't go... how can I improve?"

Gao Yuanyuan stood up from a corner of the VIP area and walked straight towards the backstage area, intending to take a look.

My phone vibrated.

She looked down and saw a text message from Ji Yun: "You've worked hard, go home and rest early."

Gao Yuanyuan stared at the line of text for two seconds, chuckled, replied with a "Okay," then put her phone in her pocket and left calmly.

The control room of Shanghai TV station.

Deputy Director Sun stared at the ratings curve for almost three minutes without blinking, his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

That line broke through 5% when the final rankings were announced in the grand finale, crushing all programs on all channels across the country.

He felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life at this moment!

His assistant stood beside him, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, but dared not hand it over, for fear of interrupting his leader's contemplation.

Deputy Director Sun picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and the tea had gone cold, but he didn't care at all; his heart was burning with passion.

He finished his drink, let out a long, satisfied sigh, and asked, "How much?"

The assistant's voice was already brimming with excitement, "A peak of 5.2%, an average of 4.8%. Number one nationwide. The second place in the same time slot is CCTV-1."

Deputy Director Sun tapped his fingers lightly twice on the handrail.

He recalled that three months ago, Deputy Director Liu made a sarcastic remark at a meeting, "What kind of variety show can a movie director do?" He also recalled Director Wei's ambiguous statement, "If it breaks 1, we'll continue airing it; if it doesn't, we'll change it."

It's broken 5 now!

He wished he could throw the ratings report in their faces right there and then.

Beautiful, President Ji!!