Entertainment begins with Charlotte's troubles

"Mr. Lin, line up here, walk on the carpet first, and sign on the background wall." The staff didn't even look at the invitation letter.

Lin Xun is somewhat famous, he has seen it on TV.

But it's only a bit famous, and it's not enough to compare with the big names who came today.

According to the staff's request, Lin Xun went to line up next to the red carpet. There were dozens of people in front of him. Except for a few first- and second-tier artists, most of them were third- and fourth-tier artists.

At the forefront are Huo Jianhua and Lin Xinru.

The men wore suits and leather shoes, while the women wore white skirts in a graceful manner.

The two pretended not to know each other in front of the media, but everyone in the circle knew that they were getting married soon.

"I invite Huo Jianhua, this year's ancient costume male god, to wish Mr. Huo's new drama Hua Qiangu to watch Changhong..."

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Huo Jianhua suppressed a few smiles on his cold face, walked quickly across the red carpet, skipped the interview and entered directly after signing the autograph.

He is not a person who likes to be lively, if Lin Xinru did not force him to come, he would not want to come at all.

Lin Xinru was much more high-key than his low-key one. She walked around the red carpet slowly with her floor-length skirt, interviewed by reporters one by one, and signed autographs on the background wall. The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes.

Just when Lin Xun thought he could take a small step forward, Lin Xinru did not enter the venue, but left through the side passage, and when he came back again, he changed into a dress before entering the venue.

"I'll go, see, two sets of clothes, can you still play like this?"

"The spectrum is really big. I'm afraid she is the only one wearing two dresses today."

"What is this? I saw Master Fan coming half an hour ago, and he hasn't gotten out of the car yet. He is waiting for the finale to appear, otherwise there will be no cards."

The whispering voice from the person in front reached Lin Xun's ears, and he couldn't help but slapped his mouth: "When did this evil spirit arise?"

He can understand if it's a competition for a show or a prize. One of them will compete for wool?

An hour later, Lin Xun was in the middle of the queue, and he couldn't wait any longer. What the hell, there were always big names jumping in the queue.

As soon as the first-line artists came, the staff led them to the front.

For example, Deng Chao and his wife, who just arrived, are already standing in the first place.

"Welcome girl Sun Li, Deng..."

Sun Li held Deng Chao's arm and was about to walk on the red carpet when a figure walked past them.

Anyone else dare to take the position of this couple?Hundreds of media went crazy, and the cameras in their hands kept clicking.

Just as Lin Xun walked to the middle of the background wall, a staff member ran over to stop him: "Sir, I haven't read your name yet, please wait a moment."

Gently pushing the staff's hand away, Lin Xun said, "I don't want to go on the red carpet, so I can go in directly?"

Ah, the staff is dumbfounded, is it ok?sure.

Artists are free to walk the red carpet or not, but who came here today is not here for the red carpet?It was the first time he met someone who didn't want to walk the red carpet.

On one side of the background wall is the entrance passage, before the staff can speak, Lin Xun bypasses him, walks a few steps and disappears into the crowd.

"Awesome, who is this?"

"Lin Xun, the new generation of traffic, can sing and act."

"When he was robbed of his appearance, Deng Chao and his wife were humiliated. This kid has offended others."

"It's not enough to be offended. He didn't sign an autograph, and he didn't walk on the red carpet. There's nothing wrong with entering the venue directly."

"The problem is that this kid has been queuing for a long time, and he will leave as soon as Deng Chao and his wife arrive, so it's obvious that he's a slap in the face."

"Hahaha, I've seen him a long time ago, and I have been cut in line all the time. I guess I have resentment."

"Brothers, I booked his hot search today, so I'll go back and write."

As soon as Lin Xun left, there was an explosion in the back, and the media kept discussing it. After waiting all afternoon, they finally found a topic, and everyone's eyes turned green.

The third-, fourth-, and fourth- and fifth-line artists in the queue heard the discussion, and several of them followed Lin Xun's example. They entered the venue without signing autographs or walking the red carpet. Not surprisingly, the sound of shutters kept coming and going.

This is for topic flow, for exposure, why not use a better way?

Of course, they were not as courageous as Lin Xunda, and they all waited for the next one to end, and the people behind ran out during the time when they didn't play.

……

The interior of the gymnasium is spacious, with a temporary stage at the front, and round tables below, filled with drinks and fruits. Artists and businessmen exchanged glasses and chatted happily.

At the end is a five-six-meter-high, stepped auditorium, which is already full of thousands of people.

Lin Xun entered the arena, opened his head and looked around for someone. In the distance, Yang Rui, who was wearing a large black down jacket over a long skirt, jumped up and waved to him.

The down jacket was his, and it was cold, so Yang Rui put it on before getting off the car.

"I'll go, you two can eat like this?" When he came to the table, Lin Xunlei looked at the two of them with a handful of melons and fruits.

There are eight seats at this table, only one seat has his name written on it, and no one else came.

Yang Xin was careless and didn't mind waving his hands: "The organizer invites a lot of people, not everyone has the time to come, some people will scurry around the table when they come, and find someone they know well to sit with.

"Except for the first three rows, other seats are basically sitting randomly."

"Besides, we don't have a camera at this location, and there aren't many people sitting there, and everyone is pushing forward."

"Come here today to relax, eat and watch shows, have fun at night, and return to Shanghai tomorrow."

Lin Xun admired her heartlessness, pulled out the chair and sat down, said indifferently: "This is a charity gala, it's justified not to donate some money when you come, right?"

"Sister Jiang said that if you want to donate, you can donate. If you don't want to, you can donate, but if I say donate, it's like spending money to watch the show, lest people say that we are free."

According to the organizer's practice, the list of donations is not published, which is why so many people dare to come.

Anyway, no one knows whether to donate or not.

"Okay, let's donate some later."

Donating three and a half million yuan, it’s not too much to eat a meal of fruit. Lin Xun feels relieved when he thinks about it.

As Yang Xin said, no one noticed this side at all, there is no camera, everyone is squeezing in front, and the seats in the back are sparse, most of the seats are artist assistants, managers and the like,

After eating a few fruits, Lin Xun's eyelids felt sleepy, and he wanted to sleep while leaning on the chair. Before he fell asleep, Yang Xin shook him awake, told him that Tong Dawei and Zhao Liying had entered the venue, and asked him to say hello.

Tong Dawei and his wife came together, and at the same table were Huang Xiaoming, Deng Chao and his wife, Zhao Liying, and several female bosses of film and television companies.

Given their coffee position, the position is naturally very front, seven or eight meters away is the stage.