After the song "Exaggerated" ended, the Golden Melody Awards ceremony came to a complete end.
Wen Zheng once again acted as a stepping stone for Bai Tian. Although he felt unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to do so. After all, the three giants had the final say in this award ceremony.
He and Lin Qingge had gotten lucky by being able to come here, but now that their hopes were shattered, they could see the situation clearly.
From the extraordinary calmness on Lin Qingge's face, it is easy to see that Yueyin's entanglement with the traditional entertainment industry will definitely be a never-ending situation from now on.
After the show, Bai Tian, who won the most awards, was surrounded by the media, while Wen Zheng was ignored.
This time he was invited here, and it seemed that he could take away nothing except the amazement in people's eyes when they looked at him.
"Let's go and find a place to have a drink."
Lin Qingge came up to greet him and said with a smile.
Wen Zheng said speechlessly: "Drink something? You don't know that I'm going to beat up the Internet trolls tomorrow night? By the way, the salary will be paid tomorrow morning. I can barely scrape together one million, how about you help me place a bet?"
"Those who place bets should not be in a hurry. There is still time before the game starts."
Lin Qingge smiled and continued: "Your strength is there, it's okay to drink tonight. I was careless about what happened tonight. No wonder they set the game for tomorrow. It's all a routine, haha... I won't force you in the future.
Have you participated in this kind of event...Also, you performed well tonight. Although you didn’t win an award, the public opinion on the Internet is still very considerate of you."
"Considerate?"
Wen Zheng asked angrily.
It is not difficult to imagine that the most discussed person on the Internet right now is Bai Tian, and netizens are more appropriate to say they feel pity for him rather than being considerate towards him.
Damn it! I’ve been used as a backdrop seven times, and I missed out on more important things like 700,000 yuan. The more I think about it, the more angry I get!
Lin Qingge patted him on the shoulder carelessly and persuaded: "It's not all bad news. At least tomorrow's game is here, and we don't have to change the game. Come on, I'll drink with you tonight."
Wen Zheng curled his lips and said, "If you want to drink, just say so. What does it mean to accompany me... If you get too drunk later, I won't care."
While he was talking, a staff member ran over panting and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Wen Zheng, but there is something that needs you to step in to solve."
Lin Qingge frowned and said coldly: "What do you mean? We can't leave yet?"
"No, no, no, don't get me wrong. Teacher Wen Zheng's fans are really too fanatical. We can't help it. The police came ten minutes ago."
The staff quickly explained.
Wen Zheng grabbed the conversation and said: "What are my fans? And the police are here?"
Lin Qingge frowned, secretly worrying whether Wang Dadian and the others had some other means to use the hands of Wen Zheng's fans to completely break his mentality.
The staff swallowed and said bluntly: "Your fans want to seek justice for you. Now they have surrounded the stadium, and more and more people are gathering. Now it is estimated that there are no more than two or three hundred people. Please come forward and persuade me quickly, before it is too late."
Yes, someone took the opportunity to make a fuss, fearing that an accident would happen."
Wen Zheng looked confused.
He knew that people in this world were generally considered rich, but he never thought that after they had money, they would be so idle that it hurts to ask for an explanation in a fit of anger.
This made him moved, but also a little speechless. He was looking for trouble.
It seems that reform in the entertainment industry is really imperative. If they don't strengthen their cultural and spiritual construction, these little local tyrants will really get into trouble.
"You need to come forward!"
Lin Qingge said something in a deep voice, pulled Wen Zheng and walked out.
She knew clearly that Wen Zheng had been used as a stepping stone tonight, and she needed to do something at this moment to restore the damage to her public image.
More importantly, once this matter is reported, it will definitely gain more popularity than the number of awards received, because the public also hopes that artists can have social responsibility and responsibility.
Opportunities like this are rare, and now the higher authorities are focusing on this area. Maybe it will get praise from the official media and steal Bai Tian's popularity.
Under the guidance of the staff, the two people quickly arrived outside the stadium.
Looking around, the first thing that catches the eye is the car headlights. In the shadows, you can see people moving around, and some people are even standing on the roof of the car.
"Garbage Golden Melody Award! Why should we give an award to a song that sings the song of birds! This is the Dragon Country!"
"Get out of here, all the judges! We won't leave until you say one, two, three today!"
"It's such a bully. It doesn't matter if I don't give an award, but you still tamper with the equipment during Wen Zheng's performance. It's shameless!"
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Wen Zheng looked at the shouting crowd and the security forces maintaining order. He was secretly speechless and asked Lin Qingge quietly: "Why do you feel like football hooligans are causing trouble?"
Lin Qingge spit out two words: "Gambler."
Wen Zheng understood instantly. It seemed that in this world, the gambling industry was quite prosperous, and everything could be done. It was so rich that people were so impatient.
When a staff member saw him squeeze through the crowd and come closer, he quickly handed over the loudspeaker in his hand.
"Wen Zheng! Wen Zheng is out!"
Someone with sharp eyes immediately roared, and countless eyes suddenly focused on Wen Zheng.
"Where's the organizer? Where's the judges? Why did Wen Zheng come out?"
"Yes, don't the organizers give an explanation? Why do they bully people like this!"
"The host and the backstage staff have the guts to cause trouble. Why don't they have the guts to come out and say a few words now?"
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In fact, there are so-called gamblers in Lin Qingge, but they are just a few who stir up trouble. Most people at the scene really want to take this opportunity to seek justice for Wen Zheng.
Lin Qingge pushed Wen Zheng, who was in a daze, and the latter took a step forward and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say."
The scene that had been noisy for nearly an hour suddenly became quiet.
"Thank you all for your love for me, thank you!"
Wen Zhengqing expressed his gratitude sincerely, and at the same time bowed deeply. When he straightened up again, he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about the awards. As long as you are happy listening to my songs, I really don't care about anything else."
I think it's so important. I hope everyone can leave. This is already an illegal gathering. We must pay attention to our quality and not cause trouble to others."
"Finally, I want to say that I am going to beat up the Internet trolls tomorrow. Please give me your support and give me some time to go back and recharge my batteries. Let's go!"
With Wen Zheng's words, now someone who has calmed down finally takes the lead and leaves first.
When individual gamblers saw that they had lost power, they could no longer cause trouble, and the farce ended without a problem.
I saw everyone shouting at Wen Zheng to cheer up tomorrow while driving away, and the scene suddenly became harmonious and warm.
The staff, management and security personnel couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. They all thought to themselves that one thing is better than another. They didn't expect Wen Zheng to have such appeal. It's rare to see idols who demand their fans to pay attention to their quality like this!
Wen got down to business and walked away. Faced with the reporters gathered around him, he had no intention of speaking at all.
You ignored me just now and now you want me to say a few words? Delusion!
The two returned to the hotel to rest for a while. Lin Qingge led Wen Zheng to a busy night market. Seeing him with a surprised look on his face, Lin Qingge smiled and said, "What? Did I say I don't come to such a dirty and messy place?"
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Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, waving his hand and saying, "I'm treating you tonight!"
Lin Qingge responded with a look of contempt.
Kebabs and beer are served at roadside stalls.
Lin Qingge took a sip of cold beer and asked in a confused manner: "Why hasn't your little girlfriend been moving recently?"
Wen Zheng said speechlessly: "You should know that I paid her debt, right?"
Lin Qingge nodded.
Wen Zheng then sighed: "Something went wrong... So far, I haven't replied to my messages or answered my phone calls. Alas... It's okay not to talk about this kind of love!"
He angrily picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp, grabbed the meat skewers and ate them all, exclaiming with pleasure.
Lin Qingge teased: "Come on, you don't see that kind of beauty very often. Besides, half of the entertainment industry has blessed you with this matter. This matter is about to go south. Are you worthy of Director Zhang and the others?"
Wen Zheng saw that she was laughing at him and was about to retaliate when the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
Lin Qingge pretended to stretch his head, and when he saw Wen's expression on his face, he blurted out, "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Wen Zheng pressed the phone and replied nonchalantly: "What a coincidence, hum! Do you know how to reply to the message now? It's too late, I won't take care of you now!"
He still remembered Lin Mo's teachings, we old men must never bow our heads.
Lin Qingge couldn't help but laugh, but didn't say anything.
Suddenly, a message popped up on Wen Zheng’s cell phone:
"I came here to find you, where are you?"
Wen Zheng looked at the phone with some confusion. After a moment's hesitation, he sent the location.
Wang Sisi quickly replied to the message, saying that she would come over immediately and had something important to say in person.
Lin Qingge glanced at Wen Zheng, who had a happy brow but a calm face, then pressed his fingers on the table and shouted: "Come on, come on, after drinking this bottle, you can get out."
Wen Zheng smiled apologetically, typing on the keyboard of his phone with one hand, and quickly raising his glass with the other hand.