Although Fu Ruien was unable to attend the finals at night, he still squeezed out time early on Sunday morning and personally sent Qiu Qiu to the TV station.
This time, instead of sending Qiu Qiu to the parking lot and leaving like the previous few times, he directly accompanied Qiu Qiu upstairs, leading him to say hello to the person in charge of the program group.
Director Wang, who was working on the plan with the director team, heard that the patron's father was here, and was so frightened that he came over to say hello. fucked up.
How can Director Wang be bossy when facing other employees, and he is particularly dog-legged and said to Fu Ruien: "Boss Fu, what can I do for you?"
"It's nothing, just accompany Qiuqiu to see the venue." Fu Ruien said, "I have something to attend tonight, so come up now to have a look."
"Look at whatever you want." Director Wang stepped aside quickly. For today's finals, the studio started to be built last night, and the decorations have been further upgraded. There are oversized cloth posters of the three contestants hanging on the wall. The three boys on the frame are handsome and cute in their own way.
This promotional photo was taken before, and it has been retouched several times. Now it has been enlarged to a height of three meters. Qiu Qiu feels a little embarrassed to see himself so strange.
"This P doesn't look like me anymore..."
Fu Ruien responded: "It doesn't look like you, it's not as good-looking as you."
Qiu Qiu was too ashamed to speak, for fear that Director Wang would notice something.
Fu Ruien wandered around the studio. Not only was he unable to come to the scene tonight, he also had no time to watch the live broadcast, so he could only seize this opportunity to take a good look at it. Director Wang simply put aside the work at hand, stayed with the boss, and introduced him.
Fu Ruien walked onto the stage. The accompaniment band was adjusting the instruments. Fu Ruien stood in the center of the stage and looked around. Now these seats are all empty, I don't know what kind of mood Qiu Qiu is standing on the stage, facing those pairs of eyes
"Director Wang." Fu Ruien said suddenly.
"You order."
Fu Ruien said: "The judges of the finals tonight scored..."
Director Wang's whole body tensed up. He sneaked a glance at Qiu Qiu who was standing next to him and was communicating with the band accompanist. He immediately understood that the gold master's father was hinting to him about the result of the competition! It was only a matter of blatantly saying "Let Qiu Qiu win the championship"! Although Qiu Qiu's level is indeed very good, but Hua Xiang and Qi Qiqi also...
Fu Ruien: "... don't favor Qiuqiu."
Director Wang: "...???"
Um? Did he hear something strange
Fu Ruien ignored his bewildered face, and said in a calm tone: "Of course, I don't mean to ask you to give Qiuqiu points. I hope that the program team will not worry about sponsors or hype at all. The contestants will try their best to compete, and the judges will Fair scoring, I think this kind of program is what the market likes, and this kind of result is what the contestants deserve."
Director Wang was stunned: He has done so many variety shows, and he has only seen sponsors call out which contestants they want to support, but he has never seen sponsors say "you don't need to praise contestants for a good show"! In particular, player Qiu Qiu is a relative of Mr. Fu. Such a big back door is unnecessary, and Mr. Fu sealed the back door himself
Director Wang's mind was blank, and he didn't know what to say with his mouth open.
"Don't complicate things." Fu Ruien specifically reminded, "As a fan, audience and family member, I just want to watch a hearty game."
…
Before the live broadcast of the finals in the evening, there were three rehearsals in total. The first time was for each contestant to rehearse with the band in turn. The second time was a rehearsal from beginning to end. The third time in the afternoon is a makeup rehearsal.
In the dressing room, when Hua Xiang took out a set of suits that he specially prepared for this competition, everyone said "Wow—" in unison.
Since Qiu Qiu got to know Hua Xiang, Hua Xiang's clothes were out of the ordinary. Gold chains, dreadlocks, rivet jackets, trendy T-shirts and ripped pants constituted his glorious image. Later, he put the dreadlocks Straightened, his shoulder-length hair was pulled back with a headband, from a "big gangster" to a "little gangster".
But today, he was actually wearing a pure white improved Zhongshan suit, the neckline was tightly wrapped, and his long hair was tied into a small bun at the back of his head. He really looked serious when he looked serious.
Hua Xiang covered up his embarrassment by blowing his hair: "Wow, wow, I'm serious today, and I'll show you how handsome I am."
Qi Qiqi held his chin, and said in a childlike voice: "I just made a bet with Qiu Qiu, he said that you will definitely play Huadan today, and I think the top three finally have an aunt!"
"Uh..." Qiu Qiu raised his hand to admit his mistake, "Isn't this going to be the last show, you love making trouble so much, you must make a big one..."
"Fuck, have you ever seen a Huadan who is 1.85 meters tall and has a shoulder width of 45?" Hua Xiang complained bluntly, "Since I was 1.8 meters tall, the custom-made costumes can no longer be put on. went in."
Today's children are well-nourished and fast-moving, and Hua Xiang's parents are not tall, so he would have raised a sky-sprinting monkey. Male actors are generally less than 1.75 meters tall. He needs to look down at his classmates now.
His super height is one of the reasons why he changed the direction of stage performance. His teacher is well-known, and many people know this tall little Huadan. He came to participate in the audition. Some seniors in the opera circle said he was immoral and deviant, and some praised him for his courage.
In fact, not only Hua Xiang "dressed up" today, Qiu Qiu also put a lot of effort into his own clothes.
Qiu Qiu usually dresses plainly, monochromatic T-shirts and white shirts are his favorite choices. But today he was uncharacteristically, wearing a brightly colored pullover with a neckline big enough to reveal half of his shoulders, a thin black ribbon tied around his slender neck, and a small lock hanging down from the ribbon.
He has never been so "badly dressed" and has been pulling up his neckline awkwardly. If his godfather hadn't chosen this dress himself, he would have wanted to take it off a long time ago.
Qiu Qiu asked Fu Ruien why he made him wear such strange clothes.
How did Fu Ruien answer? —"Qiu Qiu is so good, of course I want everyone to see it. Not only do I want them to see it, but I also want them to see it but not touch it."
Looking at himself in the mirror, Qiu Qiu tugged at the collar in vain again, and asked the makeup artist next to him, "Is my outfit too sexy?"
The makeup artist covered his nose and frantically gave him thumbs up.
It turns out that everyone's aesthetics are so strange...
…
At six o'clock in the afternoon, the audience entered the arena one after another. In this finals, not only the cheerleaders of the three contestants, but also the relatives and friends of the contestants came.
The studio, which can accommodate hundreds of people, became "lively" instantly.
Sitting in the front row of the studio was a group of four- and five-year-old Xiaodouding. Under the guidance of their teachers and parents, they came to watch Qi Qiqi's live performance. Before waiting for the opening, the children chattered together, laughing and shouting endlessly.
Qiu Qiu was curious: "Qiqi, did any of these children bully you at the beginning?"
"Of course." Qiqi pointed to a few well-developed chubby puddles, "I specially gave them tickets for the first row, and I want them to know how far they are from me."
Sitting on the left side of the studio are Hua Xiang's fellow disciples. His senior brother is over sixty years old, with white beard and hair, but a very strong body. Around him sits a circle of disciples and grandchildren, both men and women. It's all about charm.
What surprised Qiu Qiu the most was the group of people on the right side of the studio... More than half of the students from the Chinese Department of University A were present! He thought that no one would stand by his side on the cusp of the crisis after the turmoil in the research institute, but he didn't expect so many classmates to support him with actions.
After seeing Qiu Qiu's figure, several students got up and waved at him. They waved the small props issued by the program group in their hands, shouting "Cheer Qiu Qiu!" "We support you!"
Qiu Qiu's heart, which was a little cold because of being "reported", was warmed up again because of the support of his classmates.
There will be kind people in every circle, and there will be scum, he can't deny the entire entertainment circle because of Yang Tian, let alone deny all classmates because he is jealous.
Sitting in the back half of the auditorium is the cheerleading team of the three contestants. In addition, in the later stage of the draft competition, the cheerleaders of several favorites won the championship for a long time without knowing how many rounds, from the color of support to the words of support, often a little spark can burn the grassland bald. If they meet players with a similar style, their fan base will definitely become feuds.
However, the three contestants of "Super New Voice Generation" have no such concerns. The three contestants have completely different styles of music. One is a fresh campus ballad, the other is a reformist Beijing opera, and the other is a holy and ethereal religious hymn. … there is no comparison at all. In addition, the players have a good relationship in private and often interact with each other. Even if fans don't like other players in their hearts, they can only think about it in their hearts, and there is no way to talk about it on the stage.
Qiu Qiu sneaked a peek backstage, and saw Xiaoli and Daxiong holding a bag of snacks and sharing the mess with the other two heads of the fan club.
What a harmonious society.
…
Ai Guo took his wife to the backstage to encourage them. Talking about the factory lawsuit that troubled him before, Ai Guo sighed: "Are you surprised? I received a call from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau on the second day of the competition, telling me that the complainant withdrew the lawsuit." Yes. I also received a text message on my mobile phone, just three words: I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on.”
Qiu Qiu and Hua Xiang looked at each other. It seemed that Xin Tian had fallen. The people in the small furniture factory she asked to frame Ai Guo had conscience and withdrew the lawsuit.
Ai Guo is a very lenient person, and the matter that had troubled him for a long time was finally resolved satisfactorily. He ate well and slept well in the past few days, and the weight he lost had regained a lot in the past few days.
He enthusiastically showed the three children the banners he had carefully made for them—the three banners read "Qiu Qiu doesn't cry, you are the best!" "Hua Xiang doesn't cry, you are the best!" and "Qi Qiqi doesn't cry, you are the best!"
Words don't change.
Qiu Qiu: "..."
Hua Xiang: "..."
Qi Qiqi: "..."
Ai Guo said very caringly: "No matter who becomes the second child tonight, I will stand by your side!"
They were chatting when there was a knock on the lounge door.
Several people followed the prestige, and saw Mama Hua and Li Weixi standing in the corridor by the open door, with two huge suitcases beside them.
Suddenly seeing Hua Xiang in a white Chinese tunic suit, Hua's mother was surprised from ear to ear: "Silly son, why did you find out all the clothes that were under the suitcase? Didn't you say that you will wear them after you get married?"
Being teased by his mother, Hua Xiang frowned and tugged at his collar. The expression on his face looks quite impatient, but he is actually using it to cover up the embarrassment of being seen through by his mother: "...When did you say you can wear it after getting married? I mean important occasions! Isn't it an important occasion now!"
Hua's mother wanted to tease her a little more, but Hua Xiang quickly changed the topic: "...you just say that your son is handsome in this suit, right?"
"Handsome! Of course handsome!" Hua's mother said immediately, "Mom has already said, you clean out your closet, how old are you, don't keep those fancy clothes, clean, and cut your hair …”
Hua Xiang didn't listen to the broken thoughts behind her at all, he turned his head to look at Li Weixi, fixed his eyes on his cohabitant who was about to fly away, and asked him in a low voice: "...is he handsome?"
The astonishment in Li Weixi's eyes flashed past.
After taking off those weird trendy brands, the young people put on clean and solemn clothes, simple and refreshing from top to bottom, with young features and a little bit of maturity that has just stepped into the world.
To be precise, it's not handsome—it's handsome.
Li Weixi didn't answer the boy's question: "... I met Ling Tang downstairs just now, and seeing that I brought two suitcases, he asked me to put my luggage in the backstage temporarily. Where is it more convenient for me to put it?"
Hua Xiang didn't get the answer he wanted, so he stared at him dissatisfied.
Qiu Qiu didn't understand why his friends got angry with Mr. Li again. One was about to go on stage and the other was about to leave. If they spend the last night together, can't they create good memories in harmony
He didn't want to keep the atmosphere deadlocked, so he quickly said, "Brother Li, you can push your luggage in and put it next to our dressing table. There are surveillance cameras outside, so you can rest assured that you won't lose it."
So Li Weixi nodded and thanked him, and pushed the two huge suitcases to the corner of the room.
Afterwards, the person who came to visit backstage was Wang Tingxie. Senior brother Wang Huaxia is the arranger of all Qiu Qiu's original songs. Although he has just entered the industry, he is very spiritual in composition and arrangement. The two brothers often communicate with each other.
Qiu Qiu was pleasantly surprised by Wang Tingxie's arrival. He looked behind him with his head, but unfortunately, he didn't see the figure he was looking forward to.
"Okay, don't watch it." Senior brother Wang frame frame knocked him on the head, "This show is still too niche, Mr. Gong is a myth in the industry, if she comes, it will bring too much topic to the show. She will be allowed to come."
"Oh..." Although Lao Gong has not let him call her 'teacher' until now, Qiu Qiu has always regarded her as a mentor in his heart. She cannot be present for such an important competition. Still a little lost.
Wang Tingxie leaned over and said, "But Teacher Gong asked me to give you a message—if you can get the first place, she allows you to call her 'Teacher Gong'!"
The true meaning of this sentence is that as long as Qiu Qiu can win the championship, Lao Gong will recognize him as his apprentice!
Qiu Qiu's eyes lit up, he looked like a little mouse stealing oil in the middle of the night, full of energy.
Although the opponent is very strong, but he is the armored Xiaoqiu - a man of steel!
…
Before the live broadcast started, Teacher Qiu finally arrived.
Because of the special nature of the TV station, every relative of the contestants who can enter the backstage has a special pass. As a result, Mr. Qiu came out in a hurry and forgot to bring it. He fumbled for a long time at the entrance of the TV station, but he couldn't produce any credentials. The security guard saw that he was behaving suspiciously, so he wanted to send him away.
Teacher Qiu hurriedly said, "Don't, don't! You know "Super New Voices"? I'm the contestant's father, and I forgot to bring my pass..."
The security guard was really following the show: "Which contestant are you the father of?"
"Qiu Qiu's!"
The security guard sized up Mr. Qiu's bald head and beer belly, his eyes full of distrust.
Teacher Qiu was unhappy: "You don't think so?"
The security guard smiled: "What do you think it looks like?"
Teacher Qiu proudly nodded his chest.
The security didn't understand.
Teacher Qiu: "There is a poetic and bookish temperament in the belly!"
"..." the security guard said, "I think you should either call Qiu Qiu and let him come down to pick you up, or go back and get it."
But Qiu Qiu turned off his mobile phone at noon in order to concentrate on the competition. Teacher Qiu couldn't reach him, so he could only take a taxi home to get it. It was past seven when he finally entered the backstage.
Seeing that his father was sweating profusely, Qiu Qiu quickly poured him water to let him have a good rest.
But Mr. Qiu couldn't stop for a moment. After asking for the wifi password, he immediately took out his ipad and made a video connection with his wife.
Teacher Dong has been waiting by the computer to make a video call with Qiu Qiu on the other side of the ocean. In front of the precious son, what is the time difference
The video was connected quickly, and Teacher Dong's concerned voice traveled thousands of miles to Qiu Qiu's ears.
Teacher Dong said: "Good son! Mom will be with you tonight, don't be nervous, play well!"
Teacher Qiu said, "Dad, will you read "The Immortals of Linjiang Rolling to the East of the Yangtze River"?"
"Old Qiu, can you recite something inspiring?"
"How soul-stirring is that word?"
At this critical moment, the couple actually quarreled over how to motivate their son.
Qiu Qiu felt the special concern of his parents, and his heart was warm, but he couldn't laugh or cry.
He turned to comfort his parents: "I'm not nervous, just don't be nervous, parents."
It is said that caring makes chaos. Mr. Dong and Mr. Qiu never thought that their son would have musical talent. At that time, they thought, if the child likes it, just try it out and play. I never thought that Qiu Qiu would actually come to the present step by step. No matter how his development will be in the future, as a parent, I hope that he can enjoy the urgency and happiness now.
Holding the ipad, Mr. Qiu took Mr. Dong to visit the rest room of the players. This lounge is shared by the three players, because it's late, Hua Xiang and Qi Qiqi have already gone to the waiting room, and only Qiu Qiu is still here with his parents.
The two teachers have never been in the entertainment industry, even if they just admire the messy lounge, they are very interested and find everything interesting.
After their visit, the Qiu family's parents stopped disturbing their son's preparations and planned to leave.
Teacher Qiu asked, "By the way, where is Xiao Fu? Let's go over and say hello to him."
Qiu Qiu said: "Godfather has a business dinner tonight, it's very important, and I really can't leave." He didn't want to give his parents the impression that Fu Ruien didn't care about him, so he hurried to make amends: "But this morning, godfather specially sent me here , and even greeted the boss of the program group, telling me to play hard and come to pick me up in the evening."
Teacher Qiu is still quite open-minded: "As a boss with his identity, he really can't get away when he encounters important work. He understands and understands."
However, Mr. Dong, relying on a woman's intuition, felt that this matter was not easy.
"Wait!" Teacher Dong narrowed her eyes, and she couldn't stop her sharpness through the screen, "Qiuqiu, have you ever asked Xiao Fu how many people are there at this business dinner?"
"Uh... one, one person..."
"Male and female?"
"..." Qiu Qiu dryly changed the subject: "Well, Mom, do you think this costume on me was chosen by my godfather? Does it look good?"
Teacher Dong was really worried about his precious son: "Qiuqiu, Xiao Fu met a female boss for dinner alone on Sunday night, you really have a big heart."
Qiu Qiu was unhappy, and said forcefully: "Mom, godfather is not that kind of person. I trust him!"
Teacher Qiu also chimed in: "That's right, Teacher Dong, don't look at what occasion this is. Qiuqiu is about to take the stage, so don't disturb the morale of the army here."
Teacher Dong was helpless: "Of course I know Xiao Fu's character, and Mom trusts him too—but Mom doesn't trust the female boss who asked him out that night!"
Hey, there is probably a string missing from the Qiu family's chromosomes... Why are you so sad
…
"Mrs. Yang, thank you for your kindness, but please allow me to decline."
In the private room of the restaurant, Fu Ruien put down the tableware in his hand, and smiled politely at the middle-aged lady opposite.
There were five people sitting at the small round table. Secretary He Yu looked down at the food on the plate, unable to swallow, wishing he hadn't heard the shocking words from the lady opposite.
Mrs. Yang is the wife of Mr. Yang of Yangtian Media, a daughter of an official family. She is not obvious in the circle of wives, but she suddenly took the initiative to invite Fu Ruien to have dinner.
She is over fifty years old, but she is well maintained, her skin is smooth and delicate, and it is believed that she is in her thirties. A pair of sons and daughters sit beside her. Young Master Yang is the irascible second-generation ancestor who beat up mistress Xin Tian in the live broadcast before, and Miss Yang is a beauty with both wisdom and beauty.
Before Fu Ruien brought He Yu to the banquet, he had already made complete preparations and typed up several drafts to deal with the various cooperation plans proposed by Mrs. Yang.
But... I never expected it to be this kind of "cooperation".
Madam Yang picked up the napkin and lightly dipped it on her lips, her movements were elegant and elegant.
"It seems that Mr. Fu is not very satisfied with my proposal?" She raised her hand and patted the back of her daughter's hand, "Although my daughter was a little impulsive when she was young, after years of experience, she became much calmer, and she Studying finance abroad can just help you in your career.”
Ms. Yang smiled generously, she could only vaguely find the shadow of the little sister when she was young.
The villain in He Yu's heart had already shouted: "It has appeared, it has appeared!" The most common plot in dog-blood dramas! In order for the company to tide over the difficulties, the male protagonist must marry a wealthy lady! However, the hero already has a lover, and he struggled for a long time, not knowing what to do...
Fu Ruien didn't even move his eyes: "Mrs. Yang, you misunderstood. It's not that Miss Yang is not good enough, but because I'm gay."
... came out of the closet just like that
The shouting villain in He Yu's heart suddenly froze: This is wrong, this is not a routine of a dog blood drama at all! ! According to the script, the hero should obviously...
Mrs. Yang still had the same smiling attitude: "Boss Fu, that's such a coincidence, my son is also gay."
He Yu: ...
Fu Ruien: ...
Young Master Yang, the second ancestor who had been watching the play, sprayed all the red wine on the table with a "poof".
Ms. Yang said "so dirty" in disgust, and stepped back.
Young Master Yang was in despair: "Cough, cough, cough... Cough! Mom? Fuck, are you my real mother? When did I like a man?"
Mrs. Yang glanced at him calmly: "From now on, you like men."
He Yu has gone through this many tests, and his heart is completely calm and unwavering: It turns out that he was wrong. This fucking drama has never been a bloody drama, it is obviously a New Year's comedy! !
Fu Ruien, who was sitting opposite, looked at the family of three and really didn't understand what Madam Yang was planning. He reluctantly declined: "Madam Yang, twisted melons are not sweet."
Mrs. Yang said: "You haven't twisted it yet, how do you know whether the melon is sweet or not?"
Fu Ruien folded his hands on the table, and replied seriously: "Because I already have a very sweet little melon at home, what do the other fruits on the vine have to do with me?"