After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the rehearsal for Ergong, and none of the students had left, and they had to stand at the rehearsal site with their thighs pinched.

The reason was simple, they were waiting for Qiao Zhihuan's big axis.

"I missed the rehearsal last time, but "Awakening" was so shocking. I must not miss it this time."

"Huanhuan and his group are just doing a band this time. Although they sing well, there shouldn't be anything new, right?"

One of them yawned big: "Why don't you come out yet, if it's just the band, I won't wait."

"...I saw the staff modifying the big screen in the afternoon."

Everyone was startled, and suddenly regained their spirits.

To move the large structure of the studio, it seems that there is another big move on the set this time.

"The short road hides dreams inch by inch..."

A clear harmony echoed in the field, without any accompaniment, only the harmony of a few people.

Their voices were clear but exceptionally harmonious, and they caught the audience's attention with just one sentence.

This should be the start of the program of Qiao Zhihuan's group. All the students subconsciously looked up and looked for someone in the sky, but they didn't see anything.

Just listening to the harmony, the piano gradually joined in, and suddenly a black shadow of a figure was lit up on the field. The black shadow was several meters high, and the whole body was pitch black, only the heart was beating fieryly.

On the stage, more and more black shadows gradually lit up, all the black shadows curled up, leaving only the beating heart.

Suddenly there was an accent, and the music reached its first climax. Flames were lit in the audience, and the atmosphere of the audience exploded.

At this moment, the band members fiercely tore apart the shadow and appeared on the stage impressively.

Ye Cike stood on the far left, with the bass on his back freely and casually, and the profiteer playing the guitar with ease. Behind him, Wei Lingsu was wearing glasses and playing the piano attentively. His little fangs were wearing a headband and playing the drums. His whole body was immersed in the joyful music in rhythm.

Qiao Zhihuan stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone with one hand. Before it was his turn to speak, he lowered his head slightly, and the light shone obliquely, as if coating him with a layer of golden mist.

"Good...handsome!"

"I love you, I also want to be in Huanhuan's group."

"Sister Xuanguan, can you help me record this stage!"

Without reminding the students, all the surrounding staff held up their mobile phones: "It's recording!"

Within 5 minutes, a blurry clip of the band's scene was leaked on Weibo, and the comment area was full of exclamation marks, everyone was looking forward to it.

"The way you play the piano seriously is so cool!"

"Ms. Ye! Today I refreshed my handsome threshold again!"

"Senior cold, senior black-bellied, senior sunny, and two handsome men, I want them all!"

Taking advantage of the high popularity, someone immediately used this Weibo to ask: "No, is the problem of the [-] billion outrageous votes over?"

"Are the show crew planning to play dead again?"

"No no, sister, go to Rêver Weibo to see the announcement!"

"I just came back from watching it, explosive news!"

In fact, you don’t even need to look for Rêver’s Weibo, the content of the announcement was quickly airborne to the top of the trending search, #RêverApply for Star Manufacturing Voting Survey#.

The real-time Weibo is full of "Fuck!", "The two giants are tearing up the scene!", and the hot search tags quickly changed from "new" to "hot" and then to "explosive" in a few minutes.

At this time, the rehearsal was over. In the waiting room, Qiao Zhihuan looked down at the message on the phone, tilted the screen to Wei Ling and said, "It seems that Rêver still agrees, and the announcement has been sent."

After planning to challenge Big Orange, Qiao Zhihuan got a mobile phone from a profiteer through Wei Lingsu in order to keep up with public opinion trends, and carried it with her every day for the past few days.

Just after the rehearsal, he was just about to scroll through the news, when he saw this explosive trending search.

"Let me see." Wei Lingfu tilted his head, and when his eyes fell on the screen, he immediately burst into a smile, "Yes, I still did it."

To challenge Big Orange Entertainment, they needed a breakthrough point.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't want to use fans to create public opinion, and he didn't want to implicate Zhao Yingjie by exposing the video in his hand. They were just ordinary students, and they were soft-spoken. Facing a powerful capital group, even if any evidence was revealed, it would be easy for the navy to sway public opinion, but the gain outweighed the loss .

After weighing, Rêver is the breakthrough point Qiao Zhihuan chose.

Rêver is the largest investor in the program group, and he is suitable to stand up and initiate an investigation due to both emotion and reason, and he will not be perfunctory by Big Orange.Even if nothing is found, Rêver can gain a good reputation for being strict with the outside world, but it may also form a relationship with Big Orange Entertainment.

Therefore, when Wei Lingsu went to negotiate with Rêver's high-level executives at first, the other party was a little hesitant.

The Big Orange's roots are so deep that many friends are better than many enemies.

Qiao Zhihuan asked, "So why did Rêver suddenly change his mind?"

"We are very lucky." Wei Ling said, "The momentum of the card battle last time was too great, and the public opinion reaction after the hundreds of billions of votes was more obvious. The above noticed this program, and it is said that Rêver received it. Check the wind."

"If the higher authorities want to investigate, it will definitely involve the notary staff. If it is serious, it may be a public prosecution case. If you don't cut it at this time, if you catch the people behind the scenes, you will affect yourself."

Qiao Zhihuan was delighted to hear this: "If you do too much unrighteousness, you will die yourself."

They were discussing in a low voice, the door of the lounge was suddenly opened, Qiao Zhihuan's first reaction was to hide the phone.

Unexpectedly, he moved too much, the phone accidentally knocked against the edge of the table, dropped his hand, hit the ground again, turned a few somersaults on the wooden floor, and fell to the foot of the visitor.

Before the phone could lock the screen, it stopped on the last page.

White fingers lifted the edge of the phone, Ye Cike picked it up from the ground, looked at Qiao Zhihuan suspiciously: "Your?"

Qiao Zhihuan paused for a moment, and at the same time, his brain was running fast. Before he let go of the phone, he and Wei Lingsu were watching the real-time ranking of the program group.

This is nothing at all, the problem is that at the top of the ranking list, a list of students who have voted will be displayed.

Ye Cike's gaze moved down and landed on the screen inadvertently.

Students who have voted, Tan Fen, Zhao Yingjie, Liu Zhiyun... the owner of the phone voted for seven or eight students, and none of them voted for him!

Ye Cike's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes slowly moved up, staring at Qiao Zhihuan.

It’s over.

Qiao Zhihuan hurriedly elbowed Wei Lingsu, meaning to help me cover up.

Unexpectedly, Wei Lingsu turned around and left with a smile in his mouth, as if he was happy to hear about it.

"I..." Qiao Zhihuan scratched her head awkwardly, "I can explain."

"Explain what?"

Seeing that Ye Cike was not in any mood, he just stepped forward and handed the phone to Qiao Zhihuan.

Did he think too much?

But since Ye Cike looked normal, Qiao Zhihuan couldn't say much.

Ye Cike's voice was steady: "After the rehearsal is over, go to bed early, the performance will be at noon the day after tomorrow."

Qiao Zhihuan nodded and said yes.

Suddenly there were three knocks on the door: "Is Qiao Zhihuan here?"

Qiao Zhihuan answered "Yes" and stepped forward to open the door.

The paper with the bright red official seal was handed over, and the staff stood at the door: "The notice just issued, you should also take a look."

Hearing what he said, other people in the lounge also surrounded him.

"Received protests from some students' support clubs, from now on, the second performance will be performed in the same form of accompaniment on all stages." Qiao Zhihuan caught the key sentence at a glance, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know either." The staff member yawned, "The notice was issued suddenly from above."

She was so sleepy that she left in a hurry after handing over the notice.

"Unify the form of accompaniment." Wei Lingfu thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Does it mean that if you want to use accompaniment, you should use accompaniment, and if you want to use a live band, you should use a live band?"

Qiao Zhihuan said in a low voice: "...This is for our band."

Now Qiao Zhihuan's group is a live band, and the rest of the group's stage is a normal accompaniment, either changed by Huanhuan or other groups.

But the rehearsal has reached this juncture, and it is impossible for other groups to suddenly cooperate with the live orchestra/band now.The program group obviously put pressure on Qiao Zhihuan's group by "sacrificing the few for the many".

As for the "support club protest", when did Big Orange respect the fans, the so-called protest is obviously just a cover.

"Huanhuan!" The door was opened with a bang, and Little Fang rushed in immediately, "Did you see the notice? Rotten Orange won't let us form a band!"

"I saw it."

"Why is Big Orange like this!!"

"Sit down first, drink some water, and don't mess around."

Angry and impatient, Little Fang walked to the table, took a big gulp of water, and put the mineral water bottle heavily on the table, and found that the room was peaceful: "Why aren't you angry?!" Qiao Zhihuan Of course he was angry, the moment he understood Da Cheng's intentions, he was a little irritable, but this emotion was immediately suppressed by him.

Anyone can lose their temper, but the most important thing now is to overcome difficulties and secure the stage.

Little Fang sat at the far end and yelled: "Can we expose them, can we find director Dang Rui?"

"Since the documents have been sent out, it means that it is useless to seek Director Dang Rui." Wei Ling said, "She is just a director, and there are too many stakeholders in a program, and there are some things that she is not useful."

They were in the form of a band before, without an overall choreography, and now that they don’t have a band, it means that they have to immediately catch up on dancing—it’s impossible for a few people to stand on the stage and sing stupidly.

Qiao Zhihuan asked Ye Cike: "There is still a day and a half left, is there time for the dance?"

Ye Cike answered truthfully: "It's fine if it's simple, but it's too late if it's a little more complicated."

Qiao Zhihuan analyzed: "The whole piece is about four and a half minutes long. If the choreography is too simple, it will soon become boring."

There was silence in the room.

"I have an idea." Ye Cike suddenly asked, "But first, we need to find Director Dang Rui."

Qiao Zhihuan: "Why are you looking for her?"

"Ask if Arthur's mat was still there at the time."

Arthur didn't leave, and the second audience actually had to do the opening performance. Qiao Zhihuan immediately applied to the program team to use his cushion.

Maybe because he felt sorry, Dang Rui immediately approved it, and even came to inform him personally, apologizing.

Qiao Zhihuan understood after talking to her several times, but it's hard to know you.

The form of the band was abolished, and Ye Cike stayed up all night, redesigning the dance steps and choreography effects, rushing to communicate with the program team on the set and choreography in the early morning, and returning early in the morning to practice with the team members.

At the same time, Rêver's investigative announcement has been somewhat stuck.

Big Orange expressed its full support on Weibo, but in actual operation, it said that the data was huge and needed time to sort it out, and kept evading it.

Not only that, but Rêver was suddenly notified that several TV dramas that were originally submitted for review had problems and needed to be re-examined. Even though he knew that it was Da Cheng who was behind it, there was nothing he could do, and he still had to patiently cooperate with the re-examination.

At noon that day, other people were eating, and Ye Cike was talking to the program team about the light stand. He tossed and tossed until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and came back when the lunch was cold.

Qiao Zhihuan wanted to heat it up, but Ye Cike waved his hand: "No, it's important to save time."

There was a bang on the door, and the profiteer's servants rushed back from outside. As soon as he entered, he pulled Ye Cike, with a particularly nervous expression.

"Let him eat first!" Qiao Zhihuan immediately became angry, "Ms. Ye hasn't eaten anything for a long time!"

The profiteer was stunned by the yelling, and immediately let go of Ye Cike's arm: "I'm sorry. I was in a hurry."

Only then did Qiao Zhihuan's anger subside: "It's okay. Why did you just want to pull him? Just say it."

The profiteer looked around, lit up the phone screen, put it on the table, and pushed it towards Qiao Zhihuan: "Look for yourself."

On the screen was a Weibo post with only a "hush" emoji, but the accompanying picture was a screenshot of a money transfer, with an amount of 300 million yuan. The person who made the money was marked as the chief financial officer of Big Orange Entertainment, and the payee was impressively Ye Cike.

Little Fang was very annoyed: "Why are you dragging Teacher Ye out at this time? Is it blurring your vision?"

Qiao Zhihuan paused, and asked Ye Cike, "You confiscated the money, right?"

Everyone in the room looked at him, Ye Cike lowered his eyes: "The money is with me."

Little Fang suddenly stood up in shock.

After a while, he stammered and asked, "There must be something inside this, right, Teacher Ye."

"The other party transferred the money directly, and I don't have the option of rejecting it." Ye Cike said in a calm tone, "But I immediately went to the bank to confirm that I didn't know about it, and the money was frozen."

Little Fang: "That's great, let's clarify!"

"It shouldn't be that simple." Qiao Zhihuan asked, "Why did Big Orange suddenly dump this screenshot at this time?"

Ye Cike pondered for a moment: "This matter has to start with "Limbo"."

After "Limbo" exploded overseas, Ye Cike took a long vacation due to personal reasons.However, Jingyi felt that it should strike while the iron is hot and conduct a dance drama tour. Vice President Duan made a bridge, and Jingyi directly cooperated with Dacheng to perform 56 consecutive domestic tours.

As a result, the domestic response was very good, and Jingyi directly added another round of tour.

"I have an impression of this." Wei Ling said, "I remember that it was a small hit in the domestic circle, and the attendance rate was very high. At that time, our company's researcher calculated that after two rounds of 112 performances, the revenue should be 1.8 -More than 3 million yuan. Moreover, the set props of "Limbo" are all ready-made, and there is no need to make new ones. Except for the actors' salaries and venue fees, the rest is all net profit."

"This is where the problem lies." Ye Cike said, "I am the director and copyright owner of "Limbo", and I enjoy the rights to share the copyright and intervene in the accounts. But after I returned to Jingyi, I found that the tour of "Limbo" In the case of a lot of income, it is almost negative profit.”

"How is this possible?" Wei Ling complained puzzled, "They have no extra cost point, there must be something wrong with this account."

Qiao Zhihuan nodded: "I agree."

"There is indeed a problem. I have all the accounting evidence with me. I think Big Orange is afraid that I will come out to testify, so he pre-emptively released vague screenshots, making me a 'tainted witness', weakening the credibility of my words. .”

Qiao Zhihuan said: "This shows that Big Orange is more afraid of you than Rêver's investigation."

Ye Cike didn't deny it.

Wei Ling asked: "Do you want to hand over your accounting issues to Rêver for combined investigation?"

"It can't be merged." Ye Cike shook his head and said, "Rêver's case is a commercial dispute, and if it is serious, it is a public prosecution case. On my side, if it is established, it must be a public prosecution."

There was silence in the living room.

The public prosecution case is led by the procuratorial organ, which examines and prosecutes on behalf of the country. It is either a vicious crime, or corruption, bribery, malfeasance...

No wonder Da Cheng was more afraid of him.

Qiao Zhihuan vaguely realized the strength of the evidence in Ye Cike's hand and the danger it brought, and after weighing it for a while, said: "...you can't participate, at least not now."

"Now is still the time to review the commercial dispute between Rêver and Big Orange. If there is a problem, and the problem is serious, you can hand over the evidence at this time and give him a complete blow."

"Da Cheng doesn't dare to do something really illegal like murdering and stealing goods. At most, it's just a threat of smearing." Qiao Zhihuan said, "Now it's actually a race against time. Let's see if Rêver is quicker to investigate, or Da Cheng is quicker to save himself."

"During this time, Teacher Ye should not act alone, it is best to keep under the camera."

There was a light beep, and Wei Lingsu apologized softly: "It's my radio."

In the morning, Ye Cike made a list and asked him to prepare a few things. Wei Lingsu immediately asked Shuifei to go out of the island to prepare. Now that the radio rang, the things should have arrived. Wei Lingsu went out to meet them.

"Ms. Ye ate first, and then forgot what to say." Qiao Zhihuan said, "When the complaint comes back, we will wait a few more times. Don't worry, it will be fine."

Time was too tight, and no one in Qiao Zhihuan's group went back to the dormitory, so they practiced all night.

When the election manager opened the door and came in in the early morning, the five of them couldn't bear it anymore, and slept together in the dark.

The second public was about to start at noon, and the program team had already started to catalyze the make-up. Afraid of delaying the performance, the selection manager hurriedly woke them up.

Qiao Zhihuan and the others didn't dare to delay, went back to the dormitory to tidy up and rushed to the recording site.

The countdown to the start of the performance was hung at the gate: 5 hours, 28 minutes and 34 seconds.

There was an imperceptible smell of gunpowder in the air.

At this time, it was just before the war.

Come on.

Qiao Zhihuan clenched her fists.