While waiting for the WD system to start, Weng Tingjun was thinking in his head.

Now that he has 1250W of liquid capital on hand, and the poet's studio is developing steadily, he can not worry about it for the time being, so now it is time to consider Tiara's situation and his personal problems.

At the beginning, he supported Han Ningce to take the position and then negotiated with CCM, and acquired the ownership of Tiara at a very small price of 1000W yuan, and Weng Tingjun picked up a big bargain. But more than a month has passed, and Tiara's place of residence has not yet arrived, and to be honest, Weng Tingjun's face is also hot. If Han Nice hadn't taken back the ownership of the apartment, I'm afraid the seven of them would really have to live on the streets with him.

And what made Weng Tingjun most unhappy was that for this Jeju Island concert, Tiara's costumes, beauty salons, travel expenses and other expenses were all paid for by themselves.

"It seems that they themselves are holding back a lot of energy......"

After the notebook was activated, Ong Tingjun logged on the Korean real estate website and began to search for the housing prices in Gangna#Buk-gu, which is too expensive and too eye-catching in the center of Seoul to be detrimental to Tiara's snow storage.

Weng Tingjun is not a person who drags mud and water, circled a few places with more suitable prices, and after layers of screening, only 3 numbers were left, and he immediately dialed their phones one by one.

Finally decided on two places, and made an appointment to meet tomorrow to negotiate, and he hung up the phone.

The price is right, and the environment around these factories is not bad. However, in a slum like Jiang# North District, the price of 10,000RMB per square meter is at least, and if it is decorated into a seven-person dormitory, a practice room and various practice equipment, it will take 500 of them.

Seeing the numbers on the calculator, 5668564 the flesh on Weng Tingjun's face jumped.

"When did I get used to throwing money like this?" Millions and tens of millions at every turn, Weng Tingjun felt exaggerated and helpless.

After carefully searching for Tiara's temporary place to stay, Weng Tingjun casually browsed the apartment he wanted.

He can't afford to buy a house for the time being, so he can only rent an apartment, the main thing is to have his own private space, especially after Luo Yuhao, the little calf, slept with the poet's first sister, he didn't want to be hurt tons all day long.

Cheongdam-dong is too expensive, pass.

Jiang# South District is too luxurious, pass.

Myeongdong is too ---- so suitable.

According to the information, this is a commercial area located at the south gate of Myeongdong, and the most attractive thing is that the buyer with the information has not yet moved in, and the room is exquisitely decorated, and the furniture is everything. He called him directly, and when he came to South Korea, he had a certain understanding of the housing prices in Seoul and the common sense of renting. They also charge rent, but in a different way, with a one-year deposit and a one-year deposit that will be paid back to you at the end of the one-year contract. As for how to make money with the deposit, that's none of his business.

Both of them were very cheerful, there was no ink, and they also made an appointment to see the house tomorrow, and the conversation ended happily.

After sorting out Tiara and his personal problems, Weng Tingjun thought about it and decided to watch Tiara's concert video this time, and when he got on the fan circle to find the video, he pressed fast forward, he was not in the mood to watch these idols singing and dancing, and after fast-forwarding dozens of seconds, it was finally Tiara's turn to stage.

His eyes were calm, he left-clicked the mouse to open the full screen, and his chin was propped up with both hands, looking at the screen without blinking.

……

The screen went black, and only the six lights on the stage were reflected crosswise. The stage was gorgeous and exciting, and Weng Ting couldn't help but nod.

Bang bang.

Bang bang.

Quiet.

The quiet Weng Tingjun seemed to hear their heartbeats.

When the MC called out to them, they rushed out of the corridor, each with a brave step, a determined look in their eyes, and a deep expression.

The scene gradually became lively, swish, the support lamp was like a star in the sky flashing its light, looking from afar, there was also a lemon yellow ocean under the intertwined colorful stage, Weng Tingjun was also slightly relieved like them standing on the stage.

The moving melody of the new song SL, which has just been released, begins to play slowly, and this is when the benefits of high-intensity, intensive practice are reflected at this moment.

The first melody just came out of the stereo.

They didn't make the slightest mistake, their dance steps were precise, and they grasped the melody when they opened their mouths.

The music is moving, and the beautiful dance performance creates an extraordinary visual and auditory feast. What moved Weng Tingjun the most was the woman who stood in the lead singer's position...... Park So-yeon. He knew how badly the woman was hurt, and he knew where the woman should be at this time, but it was definitely not the stage. Unexpectedly, she still stood up without hesitation, and the emotional crying suddenly caught the softest place in people's hearts, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the other six women also seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and they played extremely well.

Weng Tingjun's heart hanging in his throat also relaxed.

However, before he could completely let go of his worries, the situation appeared!

The on-screen camera deliberately shifts to the fans.

Swish!

The lights are out!

The cheering lights held by the fans of EXO-K and Shinee in front of them began to snuff out, and the small darkness was especially conspicuous when they were close in front of them.

Immediately following the second melody!

The cheering lights in each fan area seem to have been arranged in advance.

Whew!

From left to right! All gone! The originally colorful fan area was all darkened, except for the lights refracted on the stage, which was bottomless darkness.

The darkness of horror and fear seemed to swallow up all the fragility in their hearts, and they were all cold.

The most shocking thing is that the area where the lemon yellow support lights are lit up is now also a black oppression, so cruel that even the lemon yellow warmth that they care about the most in their hearts has to be deprived?

The criticism is not over yet, and what is even more unbelievable is that they who were frightened on stage only paused, and still did not stop performing. And under the stage, there began to be overwhelming boos, boos covered the sky, in this scorching summer night in September, Weng Tingjun instantly went from head to toe, cold to the bone.

“Tiara，out！”

"Liu Huaying!"

"Liu Huaying!"

"Look, look, how Park So-yeon is willing to die to know the hype."

"All sapphire blue and paddling."

"Get down,."

The bewilderment on the faces of the seven people was completely magnified on the big screen on the stage, and no one saw pity, which stimulated their sick psychology and scolded them even more devastatingly.

There were vicious words in their ears, like a knife twisting their internal organs, painful, suffocating pain.

……

Syllable.

Weng Tingjun closed the notebook angrily, and a flame of anger flickered in his eyes.

He had simulated the scene after Tiara came to power in his mind, but he definitely didn't expect that the orange ocean would betray them.

Weng Tingjun didn't continue to watch, this scene was too cruel, he was just a bystander, so what about the authorities?

He froze and froze, then took out his phone and found Quan Baolan's phone, and after hesitation, he dialed her number. On the night of his accident, there was also an all-sapphire number in a long list of missed calls.

"Is it Mr. Weng?"

The cautious voice came from the phone with a tiredness that could not be hidden.

Weng Tingjun's throat moved, and he said softly: "Come on for the Hong Kong concert!" ”