The livestream was dominated by the Cheng Zhi army in the chat.
[Dedicated to us, sob sob sob sob sob]
[Brother, I received your confession! I’m free tomorrow, let’s go straight to the marriage registration office and get it done!]
[Looking back at all the instruments Brother Cheng learned for acting, can we now call him a musical prodigy?]
[Brother Cheng! I’ll see you tomorrow! I got a spot!]
[Looking forward to Brother Cheng’s singing and dancing! I got a ticket too]
[Damn, is there seriously not a single Cheng Zhi who didn’t get a spot? Show crew! Add 5,000 more spots please!]
[Openly pampered, supporting Brother Cheng was definitely the right choice]
[Just now, Guan Yu’s laugh left me too weak to keep watching the show hahaha]
[Top-tier body, top-tier fingers, top-tier face, my top-tier husband wahh wahh wahh]
[Mu Qiu: A punch to take down the whiner]
[Guan Yu, let Brother Cheng go, he can’t even smile anymore]
[Ever since I got the ticket, I haven’t been able to calm down, I can run ten laps around the playground now!]
[Wow, this song actually exists! The tune is spot on! I thought she just made it up]
[Although this might be more for Mu Qiu to hear, I’m satisfied already]
[I can join them, rounding up this song is for me, and this person is mine too]
[Guan Yu: Friends! Let’s all party together!]
[Brother Cheng: That might not be appropriate]
[Hahahahahahaha]
The director sat with his legs crossed at the computer screen, casually eating cold grapes, savoring the refined lifestyle while watching the chat, feeling much better.
At least these people didn’t continue causing trouble, and they somewhat contributed to the viewership, proving his wise decision was correct.
"Dear director."
Another staff member approached with their phone, laughing sheepishly: "Why not negotiate with our sponsor again and add a few more thousand spots?"
This was the third group to ask this question. The first was the assistants, mainly women; the second was the agents of the guests, even offering to support some of the costs.
This third group was surprisingly photographers, big guys even called him "dear director," giving him goosebumps.
"Too many people is hard to manage for security," he said tirelessly, "accidents could happen. Besides, this was a last-minute announcement, too many spots could cause disputes among different fans."
The photographer sighed but didn’t argue further, just stood by sighing while holding his phone and muttering:
"My wife didn’t get a ticket, she’s mad at me, my daughter didn’t get one either, also mad, my niece didn’t either, and she’s mad too, what did I do wrong, I didn’t even get one myself?"
The big guy looked quite pitiful.
The director coldly scoffed internally, nowadays, people go to such lengths for their idols, they can even make up fake stories like this. His daughter is actually a fan of Su Yan, don’t think as a director, he wouldn’t know.
He was determined not to listen to these pity tactics, focusing on the screen, plucking grapes to eat.
With no choice left, the staff exchanged glances, ready to accept their fate.
But the photographer got another message from his family, urging him pitifully. He thought for a moment and posted something on Weibo.
[Photographer Xiao Lizi: My whole family didn’t get a ticket, crying.]
The attached image was of a cute girl crying.
Before long, fans flooded the livestream chat and the show’s official Weibo, lamenting their plight en masse.
Some even sought tickets desperately and went to leave messages on Changtong and Changhui Entertainment’s official Weibo, asking the sponsor to add more seats, saying they were willing to pay.
The director wasn’t surprised when he heard this, sipping the lemon water delivered by takeout, quite leisurely. But after a couple of sips, he still turned around to remind the engineers:
"Everyone be ready, the link might crash in a moment."
When the performance in the livestream reached Cheng Zhirang’s violin piece, the show crew received the latest instructions from the sponsor, then announced the news about an additional release of seats.
[’Different Variety Show’ official Weibo: The show crew members said their wives, children, and mothers couldn’t get seats, fearing they won’t be able to go home or have a place to sleep.
So the director immediately reached out to our big boss and got the latest news—friends! An additional 3,000 spots will be available! Free! In ten minutes! Cherish it, this is really it once they’re gone.
Of course, it’s also not recommended to impulsively abandon family and work or studies to rush over, think carefully before grabbing a spot.]
This stirred things up again, as fans from all sides and fans of the show discussed fervently, easily pushing several trending topics to the top of the hotlist.
#DifferentVarietyShowLiveStage#
#FreeAdditional3000Spots#
#WivesChildrenMothersDidNotGetTickets#
#5.13HaiCityArtCenterOfflineMeeting#
#ChengZhirangViolinPieceNightOfConfession#
#GuanYuMuQiuLiYangThreeMusketeersWildSingingDancing#
#GuanYuOnlineFatality#
#InvitingYouToOnlineParty#
...
The following hot searches weren’t placed among several live stage hot searches, but had been dominating the top ten on the list since Guan Yu started dancing.
Even big news like #LinFamilyScandalLeadsTo7BillionMarketValueLoss# couldn’t suppress Guan Yu’s trending topics.
Thanks to the hot topics’ promotion, the 3,000 newly opened spots didn’t last long either; after a ten-minute cooldown, the link was instantly sold out the moment it went live.
This level is akin to Su Yan’s concert.
The link didn’t crash, and the engineer breathed a sigh of relief, reaching for the director’s cold grapes.
The photographer again timidly approached: "Dear director, could we..."
Director: "No."
"......" wahh wahh wahh.
In a nearby guesthouse, the agents and assistants of various guests gathered to rest.
This time, Assistant Wen came with Cheng Zhirang, busy sending messages in the fan groups, persuading everyone not to ask if they could buy seats.
Despite seeming unreliable, he had been an assistant for two years, doing this kind of thing without Chen Song needing to arrange it.
Xiao Yuan stood by watching him operate, asking softly: "Why can’t they pay for it? Aren’t there still 2,000 positions left?"
Assistant Wen chatted with the fan club president while answering her:
"Once money is involved, things get complicated. What if someone buys and then resells to someone else at a high price? Scalpers are everywhere, and if it turns into blackmail material against Brother Cheng, it would be troublesome."
Besides, the show crew could rent out the art center, whether 5,000 or 7,000 spots, it’s all about the same, and the sponsors behind them aren’t short of cash either.
Xiao Yuan nodded thoughtfully, turning back to her phone, contacting a Mu Qiu book fan.
Chen Song wasn’t involved in that; she was sitting chatting with Lin Lian’s agent.
Shu Ran’s agent was also there, with Li Yang’s agent joining in laughter and conversation.
This agent group vaguely centered around Chen Song; everyone had something to talk about.
Only Shi Yuhuai’s agent was still on the phone, ordering some kind of peach tower ice cream for Shi Yuhuai.