The 11/11 gala, the famous carnival night, was the grandest stage for brands to display their products, creatively linking television to the internet and the economy. Since the first year of its making, it had invited top tier production teams, host lineups, and guest lineups to be a part of the process. The live broadcast would be streamed on a satellite TV platform as well as multiple streaming platforms. It was a massive live stream with almost as many viewers as the New Year’s gala broadcast!
What was this then?
The largest temple fair in the world!
The sacrificial procedure before people start purchasing!
If one were watching, even if the time was short, the number of viewers would be terrifyingly high. Maybe not incredulously high, but the number of viewers in a minute would exceed the amount one had in a month!
Meng Fan felt he needed to listen to this information.
Two of the band members chatting seemed to be participating in the gala as accompaniment and even spoke of a background singer from Bai Zhi’s concert that was also planning to attend the 11/11 gala as a harmony singer. Aside from that, Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen were also guests for this year’s event!
This was important news, bolded and underlined.
Meng Fan took off his hat and walked up to Bai Zhi—Su Qing Cen had left soon after the dinner started—and blocked a few shots for her. Bai Zhi used Meng Fan as an excuse and dragged him away, avoiding the alcohol.
“Whew. I think I had too much.”
Bai Zhi asked for a glass of water. Although she spoke of drinking too much, she was still in a good state. Her cheeks were flushed red, but regardless, she wouldn’t lose control at a gathering like this.
The two chatted for a bit longer, and Meng Fan naturally brought up the 11/11 gala. “I heard you’re guest-starring at this year’s 11/11 gala?”
Bai Zhi nodded. Smiling, she asked, “What, you want some tickets? I think I have a few left.”
“Yes please.”
Meng Fan chuckled and nodded. All else aside, he had to at least enter the venue. He thought that based on his presence, he had a 100% chance of being caught on camera as it scanned through the audience. Even if it was just a few seconds, it would still net a high number of viewers.
As for performing live on stream, Meng Fan wasn’t so arrogant that he would perform on stage with his singing skills. That was basically impossible.
It wasn’t like his singing was actually any good. As for reputation, he was kind of known in the industry, but the organizers would have to be delusional to actually invite him to participate.
Sing with Bai Zhi?
This wasn’t Bai Zhi’s concert. Even if she was willing to bring him, the organizers might not agree. Of course, if Bai Zhi insisted, they wouldn’t turn her down completely. But the premise to this was that Bai Zhi felt Meng Fan was 100% dedicated to performing at the gala. Otherwise, she couldn’t force the organizers either.
Even if Bai Zhi was his sister by blood, Meng Fan wouldn’t make such excessive demand. It was much too troublesome.
Besides, Meng Fan and Bai Zhi had talked about the 11/11 gala, Bai Zhi’s first response had been giving him an admission ticket, which alerted Meng Fan as to how difficult it was to get in.
It was not that Bai Zhi brought up the tickets to ruin Meng Fan’s idea of joining the concert, but she did not even think that Meng Fan wanted to perform for the gala.
This was subconsciously very important.
Looking toward the band members conversing, Meng Fan was slightly envious. If he was slightly competent at an instrument, he could be passable and be confident enough to ask Bai Zhi or Su Qing Cen to open a backdoor for him; singing in the chorus would work too. Only, singing in the background was not exactly the same as regular singing, and because of his tone, he was not suited to be a backup singer. A background singer was supposed to harmonize and support the singer’s voice. If he were to harmonize, he would only drag the singer. His voice was that good.
Although accompaniment and background singers were very important, they could be ‘strategically sourced’ to a certain degree. If Meng Fan was adequate enough and wasn’t too demanding, it wouldn’t be difficult to get him a spot.
It was okay to play a supporting role, but it was impossible for him to take a main role in the background chorus.
Aside from accompaniment and singing chorus, what other supporting roles were there?
Background dancers!
He couldn’t even be f*cking sourced for this!
Although Meng Fan wasn’t close to being handsome, he would stand out for sure. His mass couldn’t be hidden!
Meng Fan sighed. He better gave up that notion. It was pretty nice to just quietly be an obedient audience member that would be filmed during the gala.
“Fan.”
Bai Zhi’s phone began ringing with a video chat request. After speaking a few words, she called Meng Fan over, pointing the camera at him. A dirty and chubby figure appeared on the other end, scaring Meng Fan out of his skin. He then began to laugh. It wasn’t just a random dude, but Meng Cai Wei!
“What are you doing? Did you fall into the mud?” Meng Fan asked.
“I just finished filming and haven’t cleaned up yet.”
Meng Cai Wei didn’t give two damns about her current appearance. Even in her current state, she still gave off an attractive aura. She maintained the stance of a lady, who had just climbed out of a mud pit but was still the most beautiful person on earth.
“You little brat…”
After Meng Cai Wei watched the video Su Qing Cen had sent her, she had searched up the relevant information regarding today’s live stream of Bai Zhi’s concert. Several of these articles were related to Meng Fan, to the point where Meng Cai Wei fully understood what Meng Fan had done at Bai Zhi’s concert.
Meng Fan chuckled. “You’re done filming, so shouldn’t your main focus be on losing weight? You shouldn’t be wasting your precious weight loss time here bartering with me!”
Meng Cai Wei laughed coldly. “Of course I have to lose weight, I’ve already come up with a plan. Boxing is especially great for weight loss, and it won’t delay me from beating your ass.”
Bai Zhi couldn’t help but giggle at the siblings’ interactions.
She was so envious!
As an only child, Bai Zhi was very envious of anyone who had a brother or a sister!
When the dinner was almost over, Bai Zhi took off slightly earlier with Meng Fan following close behind. Bai Zhi’s hotel was nearby and had wanted to book a room for Meng Fan, but since he wanted to go back, she sent him off with a driver.
Although he had a lot to drink, it wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sitting in the back of the car, all he wanted to do was drift off. Seeing this, the driver played some music at a comfortable pace.
“I think love makes people cruel. The person you wanted to love has become a needle in your heart…”
Meng Fan listened to the song, and his eyes suddenly burst open. He then asked the driver, “Mr.Driver, what song is this, it sounds familiar.”
The driver smiled and responded very sarcastically. “This song is related to our Hangzhou town. The song’s title is a place in Hangzhou, In the Sand.”
“The sky is raining sand. It’s laughing at me…”
Meng Fan listened as You Yong Ming sang the song into a romantic ballad with his raspy, detached voice and suddenly smirked. He really was too dumb!
He didn’t know how to be a background singer or a dancer, but he could draw, couldn’t he?
The 11/11 gala, the famous carnival night, was the grandest stage for brands to display their products, creatively linking television to the internet and the economy. Since the first year of its making, it had invited top tier production teams, host lineups, and guest lineups to be a part of the process. The live broadcast would be streamed on a satellite TV platform as well as multiple streaming platforms. It was a massive live stream with almost as many viewers as the New Year’s gala broadcast!
What was this then?
The largest temple fair in the world!
The sacrificial procedure before people start purchasing!
If one were watching, even if the time was short, the number of viewers would be terrifyingly high. Maybe not incredulously high, but the number of viewers in a minute would exceed the amount one had in a month!
Meng Fan felt he needed to listen to this information.
Two of the band members chatting seemed to be participating in the gala as accompaniment and even spoke of a background singer from Bai Zhi’s concert that was also planning to attend the 11/11 gala as a harmony singer. Aside from that, Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen were also guests for this year’s event!
This was important news, bolded and underlined.
Meng Fan took off his hat and walked up to Bai Zhi—Su Qing Cen had left soon after the dinner started—and blocked a few shots for her. Bai Zhi used Meng Fan as an excuse and dragged him away, avoiding the alcohol.
“Whew. I think I had too much.”
Bai Zhi asked for a glass of water. Although she spoke of drinking too much, she was still in a good state. Her cheeks were flushed red, but regardless, she wouldn’t lose control at a gathering like this.
The two chatted for a bit longer, and Meng Fan naturally brought up the 11/11 gala. “I heard you’re guest-starring at this year’s 11/11 gala?”
Bai Zhi nodded. Smiling, she asked, “What, you want some tickets? I think I have a few left.”
“Yes please.”
Meng Fan chuckled and nodded. All else aside, he had to at least enter the venue. He thought that based on his presence, he had a 100% chance of being caught on camera as it scanned through the audience. Even if it was just a few seconds, it would still net a high number of viewers.
As for performing live on stream, Meng Fan wasn’t so arrogant that he would perform on stage with his singing skills. That was basically impossible.
It wasn’t like his singing was actually any good. As for reputation, he was kind of known in the industry, but the organizers would have to be delusional to actually invite him to participate.
Sing with Bai Zhi?
This wasn’t Bai Zhi’s concert. Even if she was willing to bring him, the organizers might not agree. Of course, if Bai Zhi insisted, they wouldn’t turn her down completely. But the premise to this was that Bai Zhi felt Meng Fan was 100% dedicated to performing at the gala. Otherwise, she couldn’t force the organizers either.
Even if Bai Zhi was his sister by blood, Meng Fan wouldn’t make such excessive demand. It was much too troublesome.
Besides, Meng Fan and Bai Zhi had talked about the 11/11 gala, Bai Zhi’s first response had been giving him an admission ticket, which alerted Meng Fan as to how difficult it was to get in.
It was not that Bai Zhi brought up the tickets to ruin Meng Fan’s idea of joining the concert, but she did not even think that Meng Fan wanted to perform for the gala.
This was subconsciously very important.
Looking toward the band members conversing, Meng Fan was slightly envious. If he was slightly competent at an instrument, he could be passable and be confident enough to ask Bai Zhi or Su Qing Cen to open a backdoor for him; singing in the chorus would work too. Only, singing in the background was not exactly the same as regular singing, and because of his tone, he was not suited to be a backup singer. A background singer was supposed to harmonize and support the singer’s voice. If he were to harmonize, he would only drag the singer. His voice was that good.
Although accompaniment and background singers were very important, they could be ‘strategically sourced’ to a certain degree. If Meng Fan was adequate enough and wasn’t too demanding, it wouldn’t be difficult to get him a spot.
It was okay to play a supporting role, but it was impossible for him to take a main role in the background chorus.
Aside from accompaniment and singing chorus, what other supporting roles were there?
Background dancers!
He couldn’t even be f*cking sourced for this!
Although Meng Fan wasn’t close to being handsome, he would stand out for sure. His mass couldn’t be hidden!
Meng Fan sighed. He better gave up that notion. It was pretty nice to just quietly be an obedient audience member that would be filmed during the gala.
“Fan.”
Bai Zhi’s phone began ringing with a video chat request. After speaking a few words, she called Meng Fan over, pointing the camera at him. A dirty and chubby figure appeared on the other end, scaring Meng Fan out of his skin. He then began to laugh. It wasn’t just a random dude, but Meng Cai Wei!
“What are you doing? Did you fall into the mud?” Meng Fan asked.
“I just finished filming and haven’t cleaned up yet.”
Meng Cai Wei didn’t give two damns about her current appearance. Even in her current state, she still gave off an attractive aura. She maintained the stance of a lady, who had just climbed out of a mud pit but was still the most beautiful person on earth.
“You little brat…”
After Meng Cai Wei watched the video Su Qing Cen had sent her, she had searched up the relevant information regarding today’s live stream of Bai Zhi’s concert. Several of these articles were related to Meng Fan, to the point where Meng Cai Wei fully understood what Meng Fan had done at Bai Zhi’s concert.
Meng Fan chuckled. “You’re done filming, so shouldn’t your main focus be on losing weight? You shouldn’t be wasting your precious weight loss time here bartering with me!”
Meng Cai Wei laughed coldly. “Of course I have to lose weight, I’ve already come up with a plan. Boxing is especially great for weight loss, and it won’t delay me from beating your ass.”
Bai Zhi couldn’t help but giggle at the siblings’ interactions.
She was so envious!
As an only child, Bai Zhi was very envious of anyone who had a brother or a sister!
When the dinner was almost over, Bai Zhi took off slightly earlier with Meng Fan following close behind. Bai Zhi’s hotel was nearby and had wanted to book a room for Meng Fan, but since he wanted to go back, she sent him off with a driver.
Although he had a lot to drink, it wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sitting in the back of the car, all he wanted to do was drift off. Seeing this, the driver played some music at a comfortable pace.
“I think love makes people cruel. The person you wanted to love has become a needle in your heart…”
Meng Fan listened to the song, and his eyes suddenly burst open. He then asked the driver, “Mr.Driver, what song is this, it sounds familiar.”
The driver smiled and responded very sarcastically. “This song is related to our Hangzhou town. The song’s title is a place in Hangzhou, In the Sand.”
“The sky is raining sand. It’s laughing at me…”
Meng Fan listened as You Yong Ming sang the song into a romantic ballad with his raspy, detached voice and suddenly smirked. He really was too dumb!
He didn’t know how to be a background singer or a dancer, but he could draw, couldn’t he?
