After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Friday.

The recording base for the program "The Voice of Heaven" is located in the western suburbs of Shanghai.

A red Porsche 911 was parked in the underground garage.

Jiang Yichen pushed open the car door.

Gu Ruanxing walked around the front of the car in her high heels, holding a pass issued by the production team in her hand.

The two walked side by side toward the elevator.

"I've looked at the competition format."

Gu Ruanxing pressed the elevator button and turned to look at Jiang Yichen.

"The preliminary selection was very simple, with a total of three judges."

"To maintain suspense for the show, the list of judges has not yet been announced."

"But that's not important."

"As long as you go on stage and sing, and get two of the judges' approval votes, you can advance to the next round."

However, what she didn't say was that she already knew through internal channels that Lin Qinghe would also be participating in the program as a judge.

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped inside.

Jiang Yichen glanced at the constantly changing floor numbers and casually asked, "What if we don't get two votes?"

Gu Ruanxing crossed her arms and curled her lip indifferently.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it."

"You don't actually think I'm hoping you can win the championship, do you?"

She raised her chin slightly, her tone revealing undisguised arrogance.

"As long as you stand on that stage and sing 'Red-Clad Ladies'."

"Leave the rest to me, I guarantee you'll be a star!"

After saying that, she glanced at Jiang Yichen and continued to deliver the final blow.

"Besides, even if you got incredibly lucky and passed the primary,..."

What are you planning to sing next?

"Don't tell me you have another song of the caliber of 'Red-Haired Girl' in your head."

"Writing songs isn't like a hen laying eggs; it's not that easy."

Jiang Yichen didn't refute, but simply straightened his collar and said calmly:

You'll find out then.

The elevator arrived at the recording floor.

The corridor was bustling with people, with directors rushing about and cameramen carrying their "long guns and short cannons".

The two followed the staff into the studio.

The stage was enormous, with a top-notch lighting matrix suspended in mid-air, and three empty judges' seats directly in front.

Today is just a rehearsal; the judges won't be there.

Down in the audience, several assistant directors and sound engineers were looking at the program schedule.

"Jiang Yichen, right?" an assistant director wearing a baseball cap called out, looking up.

"Come up here and demonstrate your position, then test the microphone and monitor."

Jiang Yichen nodded, stepped onto the stage, and stood in front of the microphone.

The spotlight above his head suddenly shone on him.

He adjusted the microphone height and gave an OK sign to the audience.

The accompaniment began.

Jiang Yichen closed his eyes and found the rhythm.

He didn't use his full strength; he simply hummed a few lines of the verse.

The clear voice amplified through top-of-the-line audio equipment.

The assistant director and sound engineer in the audience exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

This is enough.

The rehearsal is essentially a process of confirming the equipment.

"Okay, no problem."

The assistant director waved.

"The recording will officially start at 8 PM tomorrow. Please arrive two hours early to get your makeup done."

Jiang Yichen removed his in-ear monitor and walked off the stage.

It took less than ten minutes in total.

Gu Ruanxing had been waiting impatiently for a long time. She grabbed his arm and walked out in her high heels.

"Let's go, let's go back quickly."

"I'm just a few stars away from reaching Challenger rank!"

Jiang Yichen stumbled as she pulled him, and looking at her hurried back, he could only smile wryly.

..........

the other side.

Chen Yu's private studio in downtown Shanghai.

On a large, genuine leather sofa.

Chen Yu was wearing a fine silk shirt with the collar open.

He was holding a glass of red wine.

Several documents were scattered on the coffee table in front of me.

The topmost document is the internal list of contestants for the first episode of "The Voice of Heaven".

Chen Yu's gaze was fixed on one line of text.

Contestant: Jiang Yichen.

Submitting organization: Xingchen Entertainment.

Chen Yu's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

His fingers tightened around the wine glass.

The knuckles have turned white due to excessive force.

Jiang Yichen!

That good-for-nothing who got dumped by Lin Qinghe!

If it weren't for this good-for-nothing, Lin Qinghe might have already submitted to him, instead of someone else getting there first!

Now he's actually connected with Star Entertainment?

Is he trying to use this opportunity to make a comeback?

dream!

Chen Yu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

He picked up the phone that was lying next to him.

He found a number and dialed it directly.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Hey, Xiaoyu."

A deep, middle-aged male voice came through the receiver.

Chen Yaohua.

A veteran and powerful singer in the Chinese music scene.

He is also one of the three judges invited by the "Voice of Heaven" program team.

Chen Yu quickly composed himself.

He adopted a gentle and respectful tone.

"Uncle, are you busy right now?"

Chen Yaohua chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"Just arrived at the hotel arranged by the production team."

"Why did you suddenly decide to call your uncle?"

Chen Yu leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the coffee table.

"Uncle, you worked hard as a judge on 'The Voice of China' this time."

"It's an honor for the production team to have you on the show."

Chen Yaohua spoke in a relaxed tone.

"They just do things for money."

"You wouldn't come here without a reason."

"Tell me, do you have a friend participating in the competition and want your uncle to give them some preferential treatment?"

A cold, sharp smile curved Chen Yu's lips.

"There is one."

"His name is Jiang Yichen."

Chen Yaohua asked.

"You want me to keep the light on for him?"

Chen Yu's eyes instantly turned sinister.

"No."

"Uncle, I need your help."

"No matter what he sings tomorrow, no matter how well he sings."

"Find a reason to eliminate him."

"Don't let him pass the primary election."

Chen Yaohua on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds.

This request was clearly unexpected.

But he didn't ask any further questions.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he's seen far too many of these underhanded tactics.

Since it was my own nephew who asked, I should give him this much face.

"OK."

"Leave this small matter to me, Uncle."

"If he goes on stage tomorrow, I'll definitely eliminate him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu finally revealed a smug smile.

"Thanks, Uncle! I'll treat you to dinner when you're done with your work!"