entertainment age

The scene was in chaos, the thick fog disrupted everyone's steps, including Mo Qingge and the little music prince.The ring that was ridiculed by the media was released on the same day, and the places where the two albums were released were only about 400 meters apart.

It was already seven o'clock when Mo Qingge arrived at the scene, and the new album was released on time at 08:30.But at this time, what I saw at the scene was Guan Yun who was running around in a hurry.

They are selling on-site this time, unlike in the past where journalists take up the main part, and the reporter's question and answer is the main part.This time, it was the home stadium of Mo Qingge and his fans.After discussion by the company, it was unanimously decided to adopt live broadcasting.Of course, not live on TV, but live on an Internet channel.

Cough, although the reporters didn't play the main role this time, it doesn't mean they are not important.After all, standing behind them is the media and half of the public opinion.This is what makes you so anxious.

"What? You can't come? Are you stuck on the road?"

"Hello? Foggy weather is prone to traffic accidents? You won't come?"

"wtf! Don't tell me you're not coming either!"

Received more than a dozen phone calls in a row, all of which were in this situation. The media that had already made an appointment suddenly changed their connection, saying that they could not be reached for various reasons. At 07:30, the twenty media that had been negotiated had already been confirmed, but only five of them were able to come, and all of them were ordinary ones in small industries with little influence.

"Who the hell are these fucking people?" Suddenly the topic changed, "Mo Qingge, did you offend someone? Otherwise, how could all the fifteen media outlets change their minds? What are the reasons for the weather? I really thought I was the third Old boy."

Who offended?

Does kidnapping the precious grandson of the Xu family count?

Mo Qingge naturally wouldn't say it, he just shook his head, "As long as the fans can come."

In fact, Mr. Xu naturally wouldn't play with such a low level.And these tricks, obviously, are naturally those who think they are roundworms.Of course, Mo Qingge knew all of this.So what?Mo Qingge still doesn't care.

risalwaysright, this sentence Mo Qingge has always kept in mind.What is a star is not a brightly packaged product - in Mo Qingge's view, that is what it is, and what is a fan is a consumer.For him, the media is just a way to stimulate consumption.So, he said, "As long as the fans can come."

Guan Yun was speechless immediately, yes, as long as the fans can come.

But the question is, can fans come?

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Zhang Tingting was very excited. Of course, she was not the only one who was excited.Thirteen days ago, a person who claimed to be sent by Mo Shuai contacted her.This person's name is Qiming, and he said to let her contact Mo Qingge's die-hard fans, the quota is only 10, and then he will charter a plane to pick them up to the press conference on the [-]th.

After confirming that Qiming's identity was true, Zhang Tingting acted at the max, and within a few days, Zhang Tingting completed the task perfectly.And in addition to the 500 people, hundreds of others came with them at their own expense.

More than 200 identical red buses are connected in a row, forming a fiery red dragon, which is spectacular.In the white mist, only the red dragon can be seen.Many good car owners took pictures of this scene and posted it on Weibo, where it became a hot topic of the day.

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Guan Yun rubbed his temples, looking at the sparse fans in the square, he couldn't help but feel even more headache.He didn't even bother to say anything. Could this be the first time he encountered Waterloo in his golden agent career.He glanced at Mo Qingge, who still had that pretentious look, and couldn't help feeling even more depressed.

Just when Guan Yun yelled "Heaven is dead, I am also", I saw the beautiful red in the vast white mist from far to near, continuous. "What is that?" Guan Yun couldn't help being curious, such a scene is really rare.The white fog, the red car, I don't know if the fog thinned the car or the car crashed into the fog.

"Eh? There are words on it?" A staff member next to Guan Yun became excited, squinted his eyes and stretched his neck to look at the car. The red body and the bright yellow characters were easy to see, and he read unconsciously. He wrote: "Mo...handsome...!"

Guan Yun was also taken aback. The mobile phone in his hand almost fell off. He quickly grabbed the sleeve of the staff next to him and asked, "What did you say? 'Mo Shuai'?"

As Mo Qingge's manager, he naturally knows the fans' nicknames of the artists he brings, Mo Shuai?Really Mo Qingge?Turning his head to look at Mo Qingge, he was still pretending to be aggressive, but at this moment, Guan Yun's heart could not help but calm down because of this pretending.

"It's really Mo Shuai!" The staff jumped up and pointed at the bus that was coming towards them, "It's coming this way!"

A total of 240 vehicles poured into the garage next to the square.Guan Yun quickly calculated the number of people in his head, and there were almost 200 people!

Although Mo Qingge has now won the best supporting actor, but in the final analysis, his foundation is still shallow, and he is considered a second-tier.And now he has moved from the film and television industry to the music industry, acting and singing, but Nima only has one work, what's going on!How can you let people continue to follow you if the fan relationship has not been cultivated yet?Then, the current scene really surprised Guan Yun beyond his comprehension.

However, Guan Yun didn't know that something even more surprising to him hadn't happened yet.

After the door opened, the people in the car also filed out.One by one, each one is wearing the exact same T-shirt.Like the color of the car, it is all a fiery red, which is the color of life. On the front of the t-shirt is a big q-version villain of Mo Qingge, and a circle of q-version fans surrounds it.There is no decoration on the back, but there is a very flavorful "ink" character in the lower right corner.

As the red entered the square in an orderly manner, Guan Yun was dumbfounded.Just at this time, the singing was loud and clear, and he couldn't help but feel agitated.Such a scene, even a second-tier singer, can't ask for it.Perhaps, Mo Qingge could reach that throne.Guan Yun couldn't help thinking.

The charm of uniforms is that a group of people wear the same clothes, orderly and spectacular.And at this time, that is the case.The song played on the stereo was a bit distorted, but the song that belonged to Mo Qingge in "The Story of Adolescence" still reminded all the toner fans of the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys that Mo Qingge brought to them.Can't help humming softly along with the music.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

One, two, three...

The combined voices of a thousand people produced a powerful resonance, which amplified the voice and emotion countless times and reverberated in everyone's heart.

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The traffic in the capital has not been very good, and unfortunately it is blocked again at this time.The bored drivers sat in the car, wandered around the world, and checked Weibo.

"Red bus with long queues? What the hell is this?" After clicking in, he couldn't help being shocked, "Damn!!!"

While amazed, a strong sound suddenly hit the ears, the sound was not far away, and the collective strength was fully reflected at this moment.

It turns out that the chorus can be so nice, they thought in a daze.The song has entered a transitional stage, only the tinkling piano sound lingers in my ears.Waking up suddenly, he hastily poked his head out and looked out the car window.However, the next scene made them unforgettable: red, red, red!I saw a piece of red covering the entire square, and the sun that had just woken up just happened to sprinkle the golden sunlight on the red.

Shocked, he looked down at the picture of the red bus on his phone in a daze, and added a dozen more exclamation points with trembling fingers. —Really, hell!