"Sir, I'm sorry, this is an exclusive VIP channel, do you have a pass or VVIP ticket?" The guards at Madison Square Garden stopped the men and asked dutifully.

"! Pass? Also VVIP tickets? We're ghosts. The eyed man cursed in his heart, smiled brightly, took out his press card, and said: "Sir, we are reporters from the Asian Shape Wind Newspaper, can you let us go over from the VIP area, we will send the concert of the superstar Arthur Raymond IV back to China and help you promote it for free." ”

"The Newspaper of the Asian Wind?" The guard thought for a while, stepped aside, and muttered on the walkie-talkie for a while, then returned to the door and said to the man with glasses with an apologetic face: "I'm very sorry for my friends from Asia, the VIP seats are full, and there are no extra seats left for you." ”

"How can I rub this Ye Xiangdong and Yang Ying'er to have VVIP tickets!!" The man in glasses let out a frantic roar in his heart.

Although they are a little unwilling, the glasses man is very sure of their determination to break the news, and they must go in no matter what.

"Sir, we don't need seats, just let us stand in the front row and take pictures." The man with glasses smiled bitterly, thinking about how they had ever been so low-voiced, all these sins were all due to that bastard - Ye Xiangdong.

Single men and women, such a good opportunity, not to go to the hotel to open a room, all the way to New York to see if it is a fool to sing.

"Okay, there are reporters from other newspapers filming the concert in the front row, just follow them, remember not to run around, otherwise the staff will forcibly expel you." The guard thought twice and said earnestly.

"Thanks." The man with glasses looked excited, waved his big hand, and said triumphantly to the others: "Let's go, Ye Xiangdong is funny, I think I can stump us if I get VVIP, hum... It's really whimsical, don't look at who our Xingfeng newspaper is? ．．． This time, he must shoot conclusive news with conclusive evidence, so that he has no way to defend himself. ”

Madison Square Garden VIP area.

Sitting on a comfortable seat, Ye Xiangdong picked Erlang's legs, his eyes fluttered around, and there were many acquaintances.

Of course, acquaintances here refer to people he knows, and people don't know him.

I paid close attention to several superstars in my previous life, including Mars brother Bruno Mars, Magic Red Saodang, Sister Mianyang, Mildew, Sister Fruit, Xicheng...

Oops...

The one with the guitar on her back can't be the punk princess Avril back then, right?

Damn, really.

Ye Xiangdong touched his chin, and his mind raced.

Look at their seats, generally back, it seems that in this life, their status in the singing industry in the United States is generally not high, and when the master finishes filming a few movies and has money, he will come to the United States to sign all these people, and when the time comes, throw a few divine comedies casually, and the billboards and Grammys in the United States will not let the artists under the umbrella of Ye Ye?

Well~~~ This can be had.

"Dongzi, do you see that the photographers standing in the front row are the paparazzi before?" Suddenly, Yang Ying'er seemed to notice the gaze of the man with glasses, and pulled the leaf to the east with some uneasiness.

After a glance, Ye Xiangdong's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be them, the whole dog skin plaster." ”

Yang Ying'er looked at Ye Xiangdong in confusion and asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid that they are making some unwarranted things?" ”

"Unnecessary? After tonight, it's gone forever. Ye Xiangdong said unfathomably.

"But..."Yang Yinger still didn't quite understand.

"Don't think about it so much." Ye Xiangdong patted the back of Yang Ying'er's hand, and Yu Guang glanced at the male reporter who was waving his fist at him in the front row on the right, smiled disdainfully, and said, "Jumping beam clown." ”

Then he turned his gaze to the other side and ignored it.

Cluck, cluck...

"Damn!" The man with glasses gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Xiangdong, it was the first time in so many years, Ye Xiangdong's performance made him feel that it was useless to knock down the cotton with a punch.

"If you dare not take me seriously, I will definitely make you pay." The man with blue eyes said to the young man beside him: "Xiaoliang, your camera perspective is all staring at Ye Xiangdong, if there is a slight change, shoot immediately." ”

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, I'll take care of this." The young man patted his chest and reassured.

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Time flew by, and soon all the general audience entered, and the entire Madison Square Garden was crowded with people, and the popularity exploded.

"After all, it's still the fans in the singing industry who are the most enthusiastic." Ye Xiangdong glanced at the countless heads around him, and said with a sigh.

"It's not nonsense." Yang Yinger rolled her eyes.

This issue has long been talked about by various wet comments, and it is easy to understand.

Although the artists who used to sing did not have a high social status, they were even more controversial in the entertainment industry, standing in the middle of the carnivorous chain, with film and television actors on top of their heads and variety show funny artists at their feet.

But now, regardless of the level of income, the status of the singing industry has risen rapidly, especially the beautiful and cheerful dance music, which mingles with the people, and the popularity has risen gradually, and some fans can listen to the single song for several months in a few minutes.

This kind of cohesion between fans and stars is incomparable to film and television actors, because compared to singers, actors are mostly too mysterious to the people.

As the saying goes: these people, he is not grounded.

That's not grounded, how can you play happily.

Wow!

Suddenly, the lights of the entire Madison Square Garden went out, and the whole audience was boiling, giggling, whistling, shouting, holding infrared rays everywhere...

A few minutes later, a brisk hip-hop rap streamed from the microphone to every corner.

"Ahh!!hh Shoot brother, shoot brother ....."

Fans cheered and waved glow sticks in their hands, and balloons rose into the sky, filling the starry sky.

At this time, the lights were turned on, and a circular pillar of light fell from top to bottom on a figure in the center of the venue.

Ye Xiangdong stared at his eyes, and he could vaguely see that the figure's complexion was black, like charcoal, his bright eyes were shining in the dark night, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and an inexplicable charm infected everyone present.

"Come on, shout together and unleash your enthusiasm." Yang Ying'er pulled Ye Xiangdong up, and while shouting frantically, she motioned for Ye Xiangdong to follow everyone.

Seeing her little face crimson and happy, Ye Xiangdong touched his chin, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he left quietly.