About 11,000 votes, this is the final result of Shen Huan's off-site ticket guessed by the director team after meeting and comparing the data, but they didn't expect it to be reached now, which was beyond their expectations.

This final vote is unlikely to rush to 13,000, and it may even exceed Chen Ziwei's record of 13,846 votes for the highest outfield ticket tonight.

Fortunately, I have reserved a buffer space.

Wang Xiang thought so in his heart, and unconsciously looked up to Shen Huan a little more.

Although he didn't know how this guy could make his vote so tough and beyond their expectations in the subsequent stages, but if this guy was as cunning as a fox, he didn't want to drink his footwash?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiang couldn't help but smile slightly. But then he restrained his smile, thought about it carefully, felt that two thousand was still dangerous, and temporarily gave a new order to the front desk.

"Tell the people below to press 1,000 ...... Forget it, let's press a thousand. ”

This guy is really not easy to deal with, so it's better to be more cautious.

If it weren't for the fact that the program team had never had a negative score vote, Wang Xiang couldn't even help but want to make a negative score vote for him.

"Yes. ”

When the on-site staff heard this, they immediately began to operate.

……

Wang Xiang didn't know why Shen Huan's outfield ticket was so tenacious in the follow-up stage, but Shen Huan knew it himself.

“…… The big turntable rolls up!"

Shen Huan pulled hard, and the wheel of the lucky draw turned like a hot wheel, and his eyes swept over the electronic counting screen without a trace.

The outfield ticket is 11671 at the moment, and it is still growing tenaciously, but these are no longer the tickets he swipes.

He only has a total of 8,000 yuan to swipe votes, and the program team restricts a mobile phone number to a maximum of 3 valid votes, so Shen Huan can only find a special ticket swiping company and buy 5,000 votes.

According to his established vote swiping strategy, the 5,000 votes should have been swiped, and now they are all real outfield tickets.

And the reason why these tickets are still so strong is because of the program team.

"Why did you vote like that?"

"He sang very well and sang well, so I voted 'I like it.'" ”

"His songs are good, but I think singing is the first thing to be a human being, and I really don't agree with his personality, so I voted 'I don't like it'. ”

"I couldn't hear any professional skills, and I was yelling in a big white voice the whole time, which was even worse than some KTV players, so I voted 'I don't like it'. ”

"He broke his voice in several places during the singing, which is a serious mistake in singing, right? We are a professional music program, and as a music representative, I think I have an obligation to point this out, and therefore cast my fair vote. ”

……

The program team also knew that the unusually low in-venue tickets would make people gossip, so they had already unified the caliber and conveyed it to the audience in front of the TV through interviews with music representatives to gag their mouths.

And the debate about whether this is shady or not, and whether the program team is making tickets, also happened in many families in Longcheng and even several cities in Jiangnan Province.

"It must be shady, isn't this kind of thing common?"

A middle-aged man with a big belly was lying on the sofa and said impatiently, but his wife, who was sitting next to him, said: "I think it's normal, where is the shady?

The middle-aged man was about to argue, but after seeing his wife's murderous eyes, he also shrank his head, and didn't dare to make a sound anymore, otherwise he would have to sleep in the living room tonight.

In another building in the same neighborhood, a mother and daughter are also talking about the TV.

"Mom, do you think this is shady?"

The mother hesitated for a moment and said, "It's hard to say, I heard what they said seems to make sense." ”

"I think so, but what he just sang was really good......"

Such scenes are happening in various places under the stars tonight, and in some of the rooms there are spectators with mobile phones texting under fluorescent lamps, under desk lamps, in the dark with only the fluorescent television.

These are the real viewers in Shen Huan's outfield tickets.

Either they don't care about the bullshit in the entertainment industry at all, they just feel that Shen Huan sings well and sings it to their hearts, or they really like Shen Huan's song so much, and even under the influence of this liking, even Shen Huan's negative image can be selectively ignored, but without exception, that is, they all want to hear Shen Huan sing again, and they can hear songs like that just now, so they spent one yuan to vote for it.

But the results surprised them.

These people think that Shen Huan's song is so good, it stands to reason that the number of votes should be very high, and it is natural to stay, but they didn't expect the result to be so confusing, which made some of them send another voting text message - they still hope that Shen Huan can stay on the field.

But they later found that the more they sent, the fewer tickets in the venue, as if they were deliberately working against them, and later the infield tickets were even lower than the lowest 4,000 votes in the history of the show.

Shady!

These people in the bureau felt much clearer than outsiders, and this thought flashed through their minds.

The program team blatantly engaged in shady scenes like this in front of them, making the money they spent a waste, which made them extremely unhappy, and they became angry all of a sudden.

The more they rebound, the more the program team presses, and the more the program team presses, the more they rebound, which is why the outfield ticket backfield is so tenacious.

It's an endless loop that can only end in the defeat of one side. However, judging from the current situation, the winner will be the program group, because the number of these people is too small, and the number of votes is limited.

Shen Huan lit the fire, but the torch was too small to burn the wilderness.

But he didn't get discouraged, and looked back at the voting queue of the music representatives.

So far in the program, most of the 400 music representatives have finished their votes and returned to their seats, leaving only a few twenty or thirty people, and eight people from the Changfeng Road Police Station are among them, ranking last.

Zhang Han is still quite good at watching people put down dishes: the tickets he gave to other players were all in good positions at the front of the scene, so that the "friends" of those players could have a good audio-visual enjoyment, but not for Shen Huan, all in the corner of the leftovers, and the fine tradition of "with red and white" was brought into full play.

The votes are lined up according to the seating sequence, so the other contestants' relatives have already finished voting and sat and rested for half a day, and the comrades from the Changfeng Road Police Station who are sitting in the most corner have not yet been on the wheel.

However, as the people in front of them voted one by one, it was finally their turn.

Shen Huan glanced at the electronic ticket counting screen, and the tickets in the venue at the moment were very pitiful 200 votes......

Perfect!

Wang Xiang saw this scene in the studio and admired it in his heart.

He had also asked before, and knew that the last eight people were Shen Huan's relation.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Xiang wanted to laugh a little: Zhang Han's guy is really a bastard, and he actually gave such a partial ticket to Shen Huan. Not only were these poor fellows unable to enjoy tonight's show well, but they had been standing for a long time, and they were afraid that their legs were weak, right? People are here to be happy, but they are here to suffer.

Now there are still 200 votes, and finally with the 800 votes of these eight people, the final number of votes is exactly 1,000, which perfectly meets Wang Xiang's requirements.

With such a strong and accurate control of the scene, Wang Xiang himself had to admire himself, and then picked up a cup of tea, leisurely looked at a screen on the TV wall, and enjoyed the ending shot of his director's show.

It was the voting shot on the stage, and Shen Huan's first related household had already gone up and pressed the ......

Wang Xiang was suddenly stunned, and the teacup raised to his mouth stopped in mid-air, motionless.

On the electronic counting screen, the histogram showing the tickets in the field is almost invisible, with a red 100 underneath.

The eight comrades of the Changfeng Road Police Station rushed up and pressed them one by one neatly, and the histogram kept changing.

0

-100

-200

……

Eventually, the histogram freezes on a dark green -600.

Everyone in the studio was dumbfounded, staring at this scene blankly, not knowing what was going on.

What kind of operation is this? Aren't these guys Shen Huan's relatives? But it looks like they are more like Shen Huan's enemies!

In the studio, Shen Huan looked at this scene, his face was calm, his eyes were long, chasing the figures of the comrades of the Changfeng Road Police Station, and he made a salute from afar.

Thanks to the eight strong men.

Next, it's time to watch his performance.

He will set fire to the mountain.