Sunday, September 24th.

At night.

The entrance of the Modu Sports Academy.

Li Xuerong stood at the gate in a cool dress, holding a flag in her hand: "Sign in here for the small flame of the Divine Palace, everyone line up." ”

More than a month ago, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, and Qi Luo did not give money directly, but asked Xinghai Records to help her raise medical expenses.

So Li Xuewei is now Ziluo's true fan, and she makes money as a fan.

As Qi Luo's fame grows higher and higher, Li Xuewei comes offline to maintain order for fans and fans, and the fame she has earned can be converted into the popularity of the online store.

It's a win-win for everyone.

"Sister Edelweiss, have you heard Arlo's new album?"

"No, like you, I've only heard a few songs that I've sung in public."

"A few songs that Arlo sings publicly are good enough, and I must buy a physical record to collect."

"Arlo is too conscientious, he doesn't charge admission fees at the gymnasium, and he doesn't force us to buy merchandise and records."

"Sisters who want to buy records come to me to register after watching the press conference, and we go through online channels."

"Okay, I want ten, I'm going to give them to friends, show them off, and pull them in by the way."

The little fans are happily preparing to enter, and the little money in their pockets is also ready for Qi Luo.

At the same time.

The Douyin live broadcast platform also opened a special live broadcast room for Qi Luo.

After much consideration, Qi Luo and Xinghai Records both chose to turn off the tipping function, so only his fans were chatting in the live broadcast room.

In the big theater of Modu Xinke Group, Zhao Dingkun, the first-line producer of Xinke Film and Television, who is responsible for the production and distribution of Yu Mengshan's posthumous work "Tianhai", is also nervously staring at various publicity and distribution platforms.

Over time.

He was very strange: "Xinghai Records is not ready to compete with us for popularity?" This is Zilo's first specialty. ”

Although Zhao Dingkun is a person in the film and television industry, he will also pay attention to other information in the entertainment industry.

Qi Luo's early publicity was so vigorous, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Doodoo~~"

Suddenly, the phone ringing on the desk interrupted Zhao Dingkun's thinking.

He picked up the phone.

"Yes."

"Okay, I got it."

"They didn't grab better."

"Don't send those press releases, but we still have to keep in touch with major platforms, and we must stabilize the current attention."

With a snap, Zhao Dingkun hung up the phone.

He couldn't figure out what Xinghai Records was playing.

But the entertainment industry is a place where you live and die.

The public's energy is limited, and most of them will only focus on one thing, so Xinke Film and Television will never allow Xinghai Records to steal their popularity.

The strange thing is that Zhao Dingkun is ready, but it is as if he has punched the cotton.

He couldn't figure it out: "Is it going offline?" Impossible. ”

……

19 o'clock in the evening is getting closer and closer.

The Magic City Stadium, which has been turned into a stage venue for a small press conference, gathers about 2,000 Zilo fans and some media people.

"It is worthy of being a base camp, and the first special can call 2,000 fans to support on the spot."

"Haha, Qi Luo made his debut on Modu Satellite TV and has been active in Modu for a long time, so he naturally has the most little fans in Modu."

"It's a pity, Qi Luo has not gone well in the past few critical days, otherwise with the quality of his songs, he may be able to establish the top position of the first line in one fell swoop this time."

"The first special school determines the top of the first line, is the second special school going to call himself the little king? And then the three despotic kings? ”

"What are you kidding, there is no environment for the music industry to breed kings in these years."

The media people present were chatting freely.

Everyone is considered an insider, and of course they know the dilemma that Qi Luo is facing now.

Don't say anything else.

Only music media will send the main team to interview here, and the media covering the two fields of music and film and television will send the second-line team.

Background.

Zilo was styling.

The agent Zhou Liping kept reporting the new situation in his ear: "The fans should have arrived, the atmosphere is very good, and Mr. Wang is helping you guide the opening." ”

"The number of media coming is okay, but the major media outlets have not sent top reporters."

"The online heat can't be grabbed yet."

Zhou Liping was chattering, ten thousand times more nervous than Qi Luo.

Looking at Qi Luo's expression without trepidation and only excitement and expectation, her face fell: "Ah Luo, otherwise let's put the tape, it's a bit risky to sing live, the pitch of your song is too high." ”

"I can handle it."

Zi Luo was very firm, and his eyes glanced at the program team that ran around to record the pilot of the so-called "Announcement of an Album".

What he saw was Lu Zhengye's face that was so excited that it was almost distorted.

"Arlo, what's the problem? Need help with our Penguin Videos? ”

Finding Qi Luo's eyes, Lu Zhengye hurriedly walked over, his face full of flattery.

At this time, he couldn't wait to change his surname to Qi, so he recognized Qi Luo as his father.

Gain.

Zilo is so good at playing!

Zhou Liping, who was standing on the side, saw that Lu Zhengye, a "demon", was so flattering, and suddenly became angry: "Director Lu, don't interfere with our Ah Luo's preparation." ”

After saying this, she gritted her teeth and added: "If something happens to this announcement, Director Lu, I will definitely not give up!" ”

"Oh, Sister Ping, you dissipate your anger, I just want to sponsor some publicity resources for Ah Luo."

Lu Zhengye hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Xiao Zhou, don't say it again."

A voice suddenly sounded, it was Huang Xingyao, general manager of Xinghai Records, who rushed to the scene.

He first stopped Zhou Liping's investigation, and then stood in front of Qi Luo and looked at him with serious eyes.

Less leaning.

A smile appeared on Huang Xingyao's face.

There is appreciation, domineering, and firmness in this smile.

He stretched out his hand and gently helped Qi Luo wipe the dust that did not exist on his shoulders, and sincerely gave encouragement: "Ah Luo, go on stage, Xinghai Records will always be your strong backing, we choose to believe in you!" ”

"Arlo, come on!"

"Ah Luo, there is only one name in the Chinese music scene tonight, and that is you!"

"Thousands of large LED screens are ready for you!"

"We believe in you!"

Almost all the staff of Xinghai Records backstage shouted at Qi Luo.

Looking back at the time of Zilo's debut.

He's not really a qualified employee.

He is willful, he fights, he scares fans, he scares leaders, he has a hot temper, and the things he does are ruined for himself in many professions.

But.

This is the entertainment industry!

This is the music scene!

Talent can bring benefits, and benefits can overcome everything.

As long as Qi Luo is talented, as long as the capital thinks that he can bring enough benefits, Xinghai Records can pinch his nose to shield him, and his mistakes can be regarded as the personality of young people.

And because of that.

Xinghai Records rented a large number of outdoor LED screens for Qi Luo, and they believed that Qi Luo could withstand the pressure and complete this unprecedented big move.

Xinghai Records, together with Douyin and Penguin Video, has invested tens of millions of yuan, covering the outdoor LED advertising screens of landmark buildings in almost all cities across the country.

A song sung by Zilo will be seen by the people of the whole country, and this initiative will go down in the history of the music industry.

But it's also a risky thing to do.

Zi Luo wants to sing live, and this stage is built so grandly.

If he doesn't sing well and the stage is not attractive, then he is ridiculed by the group.

Even if he has a good stage, it can't be worth the efforts of all the staff and capital, and the road behind him will be relatively difficult.

Only an epic stage is worthy of an epic publicity! - This was determined by Zilo at the time of his suggestion.

And he.

I firmly believe that I can dedicate a stage that can be recorded in the history of the Chinese music scene.

"My specialty!"

"My first time!"

"This is my stage!"

Nodding to many colleagues, Qi Luo chose to shoulder the pressure and walked to the front desk.