The Idol Group and the Crown

Huo Jian only felt confused when he was on the 16th floor every day and shook his head to get rid of this ridiculous idea.

Where does he have the time and qualifications to fall in love?

Bo Jue looked at the young boy in the mirror and shook his hair like a wolf, and took a comb with a big smile: "It's done, I think too much, go to bed quickly."

Huo Jian casually tied a bow on the end of his hair: "The sapphire blue is very good for you."

"This hair band was the one you gave me when I was last birthday," Bo Jue became very good after being praised: "This is the one I wear the most."

This topic was quickly forgotten by them, and they began to sprint at full speed to prepare for the release of the new song.

After Uncle Jiang's official debut with the crown, the whole person seemed to be more active and younger. At first, when he was in spf, he looked like his temples were whitening. Now he not only dyed his hair like he was in his forties, but his tone of voice It's also a lot lighter.

He had great ambitions and appetite, and discussed with the six big boys to make a risk-taking plan.

All the mvs were recorded on December 15th, and the official release will have to wait for February 10th.

"In this way, the New Year’s Eve party will give you the largest scene in Shirakawa-tai, and the stage is nearly 25 meters long." Uncle Jiang ordered a cigarette and did not rush to smoke, and took the whole process with them: "After the New Year's Eve party is over, I will go to the Chinese New Year variety show guest. The rookie king champion returns just on New Year's Day. You went to the national station the day before to participate in the Spring Festival Gala. The day after you went to the rookie king, the time is just right."

Mei Sheng was curled up next to the end of the sofa and was confused, and sitting next to Xie Lianyun was still drinking cold medicine.

"It's all new dances?" Huo Jian confirmed the difficulty: "This time we have been waiting for more than a month..."

"It's impossible to give you a whole year to prepare a new album every time." Uncle Jiang handed a piece of paper to Xie Liyun and continued: "The previous year gave you enough experience and demo to save for a lifetime. I have been familiar with it for the second time, and I will follow the rhythm of this year.

Long Ji, who was on the opposite seat, was looking at the itinerary issued by him. He hadn't finished reading the content of the new variety show, and suddenly saw a familiar word.

"Musi hits the song list?" He raised his tone a few points, and then quickly pressed down: "Will we go to Shirakawa again on February 13?"

Shi Guo's double-ace hit song show, one is called "Musi's Strongest List", and the other is "Peak Star Stream".

However, the latter belongs to entertainment-based hits, supplemented by more showcasing the personality of artists, and more interactive games.

And the credibility of the song "Musi's Strongest List" is completely worthy of being the leader in the national and offline rankings.

The strongest data statistics: expert-level polls and sample questionnaires will publish the results every week, and the whole process is transparent and open.

The most complete score structure: the number of albums sold online and offline sales of all radio stations. The audience voted passers-by to test the tendency of temporary listening.

The show itself is jointly invested and held by the top ten entertainment companies and cultural companies. There are ten groups of artists performing songs every week. No matter the newcomers and seniors have to be on the same stage, the rollover and counterattack scenes once became the headlines of the year.

"This... is really the point." Uncle Jiang coughed and picked up the itinerary in front of him and looked up and down for a while, slowly throwing out the core questions: "You are going to the special New Year file, there are ten Five groups of artist split votes."

Everyone is motionless for a few seconds at the same time.

"I heard that Feng Tianhou and Tiwi are also coming to this issue." Xie Lianyun slid noodles to the edge of the sofa: "I grew up listening to their songs, how can this be compared..."

"I think it's okay," Huo Blade pondered for a moment. "It just happened that the new album was officially released on February 10, and it just happened."

Uncle Jiang heard him answer, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a good opportunity not to let go."

What is good is that it is competing with a group of newcomers and seniors, and it is bad at this point.

The show itself is really suffocating, it is to bring the pressure to the highest point, and the full-open wheat is also accompanied by a live band, putting the level of artists on the bright side for the audience to judge.

In this program, there are also those who have become famous by turning over new songs, and some who have been completely crushed by the newcomers at the scene of the car accident.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on the performance-after all, the same frame is really outstanding.

Huo Jian should come down here, and the others gradually got the bottom of their hearts, and nodded one after another.

They and the captain stayed together, trusting and relying on him instinctively.

As long as Huo Jian takes them forward, there is nothing terrible.

Uncle Jiang was almost talking about this. The pencil drew a circle on the name of the new variety and was about to talk down. Suddenly the door was tapped twice, and then the assistant walked in with the folder in hand.

"Uncle Jiang." He said with embarrassment: "Here is a guest."

"Who?" Uncle Jiang didn't take it seriously: "Will the surnamed Wang find me playing mahjong? Not free."

The assistant quickly glanced at Huo Jian and leaned over in Uncle Jiang's ear to whisper.

The uncle frowned slightly and his voice sank: "What is he doing here?"

The assistant didn't dare to say much here, and looked miserably at Uncle Jiang waiting for him to go out.

Huo Jian's back straightened as soon as he was seen by his assistant.

He didn't speak while holding his knuckles, but still involuntarily took a deep breath to control his emotions.

"understood."

Uncle Jiang picked up his coat and stood up: "The five of you go down to practice dancing and practicing the piano, Huo Jian goes down with me."

"What's wrong with the captain?" Mei Sheng Yao half awake, "I want to go too."

"There was a small endorsement that appointed him to send his personal feelings. I took him down to say hello and pushed things away."

Huo Jian followed Jiang Shu into the elevator, holding his knuckles for a long time without talking.

The elevator descended from the seventeenth floor to the tenth floor, and then from the tenth floor to the first floor.

The young man's back was sweating and falling down.

"Know your dad is here?" Jiang Shu squinted him. "Afraid of this?"

"Not afraid."

Huo Jian took a deep breath again and didn't say what he said.

Not afraid, but instinctively never want to have anything to do with this person again.

For a long time in his youth, he used to sacrifice many things.

At first, the junior class of the University of Science and Technology was not successful. The man was guilty and quit drinking and gambling for nearly half a year, even making him and his mother feel that their days were finally over.

What was sacrificed later was the number of places for overseas visits, and selection camps for key university youth classes.

Later, the only mother who could go to the parent meeting to receive teacher congratulations also passed away.

There are more and more sacrifices, and less and less temporary tranquility.

So that when Huo Jian gave up high school, he even got a sense of insecurity.

Did you give up this too, you will let me breathe for a few more years?

Leaving this home and being completely separated from where I was born, will you never appear in my world like a nightmare again?

Jiang Shu saw that the joke didn't alleviate it, but made the atmosphere more tense, so he coughed again.

"Let's go to building g."

"Wait for a while, I will talk to him. You go sit in the observation room next door."

"I won't open the door, don't come out."

Huo Jian is still thinking about how to refuse this meeting. Hearing that he intends to stop himself, he resists.

He did not want to let Uncle Jiang come into contact with this scum-like rotten person.

Jiang Shu usually has a bad temper sometimes, and when he encounters his subordinates doing wrong things, he will train people in front of them.

But the essence is a very good uncle, even he is like a real family.

"I...I'll do it myself." Huo Jian spoke the sentence with all his strength.

"I saw him myself."

Jiang Shu glanced at him with a cigarette, suddenly reached out and rubbed his head vigorously.

Huo Jian was almost stiffened by rubbing, protecting his hair with a cry.

"What can a stinky boy succeed? You didn't give birth when Lao Tzu was in the rivers and lakes. You stayed there."

Huo Jian looked at him with his head covered, reluctantly humming.

The tight heart was suddenly relaxed.

They went to a special examination room.

There are two rooms in this place, and the wall in the middle is actually a single-sided mirror. People sitting on the right will never see a row on the left.

After Huo Jian sat down, Uncle Jiang confirmed that the invisible door was closed tightly, wearing a suit and a buckle in sunglasses, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the assistant to let go.

Uncle Jiang lived for more than 50 years, met a lot of good people and wicked people, and he has never been overcast.

He knew that the child was not enough to understand this kind of things that could not be taught in the book, so he had to see it in person.

I saw it clearly through a wall today, only to know more when I meet more evil people and things in the future.

Huo Jian gripped the corner of his clothes tightly when he sat down.

The door rang quickly, and the assistant invited a middle-aged man in a blank expression.

When he was young, he also looked good-looking and looked like an individual. He entered the Huo family by rhetoric, and honestly, he was lured into the gambling game by hupeng and dog friends in a few years. Then he first gambled on the family and then secretly pawned the Huo family car. , Stir a rotten house.

Even now, there is only a rosacea and swollen eyes in a rotten face, and the key scratches on the face and chin can't fade away.

"You have no appointment, you can only talk to Jiang Jiang for five minutes."

"Okay, okay," the middle-aged man nodded to the assistant, unconsciously pulled the polo shirt of the old size by hand, and closed the door for the assistant: "Thank you-thank you!"

When Huo Jian could see him clearly, his nails pinched into his palm.

The man turned around to see Jiang Shu, and then gasped again.

He stuttered hello and introduced himself eloquently.

"I am Zhang Wu, Huo Jian's father. This is a copy of the account registration certificate proving our relationship. This is my ID card..."

Zhang Wu finished speaking a few words, neither saw any expression in the Buddha's sunglasses, nor received any response, and his forehead sweated down.

"This kid was originally not a good student, and he didn't go to high school to be an entertainer."

His heart was crossed, he said the prepared speech to the sunglasses, "He is arrogant and capricious, it is estimated that it has caused a lot of trouble to your company, but it has really brought a lot to our family. Bother..."

Debt collection is everywhere.

Jiang Shu sneered very softly.

After Zhang Wu's movements, he suddenly took a lot of rules in his sitting posture and said stubbornly, "This child's salary..."

"And the fact that he snatched the house property certificate..."

Uncle Jiang spit his cigarette over his head, as if he didn't see him at all.

Zhang Wudeng was also used to being treated as a scabies, and he didn't even pretend to be. He twisted his neck and said: "You can ignore me, this child's salary should be mys?"

"Why is he also a big star now, even the concert is open, should the hole in the family's lack of money leak be blocked?"

-2-

In order to collect debts, Zhang Wu fled to his hometown in the country and lived in a broken wood shed and felt he could not sleep well.

When I turned around and found out my old relatives rubbing the rice at night, I found that his granddaughter was holding a poster of his son.

Zhang Wudu thought it was because he had been irrigated with dung and soup.

He gambled and quit, he quit and gambled, and his spirits were already loose.

"Your son has become a big star, what else do you come to play in the country?" The old relatives also just moved back to care for the elderly, laughing and jokingly said to him: "Is his father annoying when he is a big star? Everyday neighborhood neighbors knock on the door to sign What about?"

"Yes--yeah."

"I'm talking about it here," Zhang Wu said with no guts, but still screaming for money: "Huo Jian's kid didn't hand over 5 million, I will expose it to the media and the police, and then to your company and All his unfilial son dug through!"

Jiang Shumantily smoked his cigarette, took his sunglasses with one hand, and his sharp eyes like an eagle falcon swept over.

Zhang Wu backed up the chair in an instant, and the metal chair legs made a sharp noise on the tiled floor.

Jiang Shu took a contract out and slapped it directly on his face.

Spf has been in the company for so many years, and there have been many similar things that have been encountered for a long time.

The contract bank running water and even the fingerprints have already been prepared, and three sets of speeches have been prepared.

"Huo blade, is your son?"

Jiang Shu leaned on the table with one hand and leaned over, Zhang Wu stepped back in a panic, but he grabbed his tattered collar.

"You are his father, will you pay him this penalty?"

He knew that the scumbag couldn't understand the complicated clauses in the contract, and only recognized the word money in his mind.

There is nothing to explain.

"I--you don't fool me with such nonsense!" Zhang Wu was so panicked that he wanted to break away from him, but the whole person who was oppressed by the aura seemed to be short; "How can a star not have money?" ! How could he still—"

Jiang Shu let go of his hand suddenly, letting the man lose his center of gravity and even bring the chair down on the stool.

He stood up, took a stack of bills, and flicked cigarettes to Zhang Wushen like an old casino visitor.

"Travel fee."

"training fee."

"Lost compensation for lost work."

"Breach of contract damages."

Zhang Wu wanted to sit up in a panic, but was stunned by the colorful bills, and was embarrassed.

"Do I need a phone number for your magazine or newspaper?" Jiang Shu asked lightly. "Or the police officer's cell phone number? I just had dinner with the buddy. I have phone cards here."

"You can't—" Zhang Wu wiped open the paper on his face and blushed: "Why do you--"

"Do you know what they will do?"

Jiang Shu squatted down and looked at him condescendingly.

The expression of pity is unabashed.

"They will interview you fakely, and then go to the casino to scrape your details, even if you hide abroad, they will still carry a camera to take pictures of where you are."

"You think...the people in the casino can't see it?"

Zhang Wulian climbed up and stood up, and the secretary beside him opened the door expressionlessly.

"Sir, it's time for conversation."

Zhang Wu slammed him fiercely, and rushed out quickly without even looking at the clothes.

Uncle Jiang glanced at the man's back with a cigarette and waved his hand to signal his assistant to sweep the floor.

He turned to look at the other side of the wall, opposite Huo Jian's eyes.

"Boy, come out."

Huo Jian was just like being in an ice cellar just now. Only then did he sigh in a hurry and quickly pushed open the door and came out.

"Uncle Jiang."

"Your dad is dead." Jiang Shu was too lazy to comfort him with the kid's suit: "He will come back later and he won't touch you at all."

Yellow Bull's high-end artist sales itinerary can only make fans reluctantly take the opportunity, and this status is not so simple.

Huo Jian lowered his head and did not know what to answer, and took the broom to help clean the paper.

"It's okay without father." Jiang Shu looked away from the window with an indifferent tone: "I didn't have a father when I was young, and it's not as good as it is now."

"I have never planned to marry and have children in this life, and that's it, it's good."

The teenager paused for a few seconds and sighed.

"Do not sigh." Uncle Liangliang said: "The most annoying to hear this, I will suffocate later."

"Okay." Huo Jian laughed suddenly: "No sigh."

The location of the New Year’s Eve concert on December 31 is very special, in the Dongjun Red House in Shirakawa.

As a leading record distributor, Dong Jun originally bought the naming rights of this building in order to give the company a 40-year anniversary.

The Red Mansion is designed as an open eagle wing, with feathers like blades slanting vertically and horizontally, and the inside can accommodate up to 150,000 people. It is also one of the venues often selected for sports events.

On the 29th, six of them arrived at the scene and began to follow Pei Ruye through the venue and rehearsal process.

There are a total of five hours in the New Year's concert. Corona's new single "Nightfire" is scheduled at 23:52-23:56, just to fill the atmosphere with the New Year countdown.

Pei Ruye also led them into the stage from the side ladder with his hands in his pockets, beckoning them to look at the led screen rolled up like a wave on both sides.

"Thirty-six fireworks, which will probably be about four meters away from you recently. The safety has been tested repeatedly, don't be scared."

He is well aware of the top ten large venues in the country, and has participated in the design and construction of other well-known artists several times.

Now walking slowly on the empty and distant stage, like a ferry.

Huo Jian followed the boss behind Pei and looked at the empty audience in the distance. A group of friends behind him walked along with him while making trouble.

"These four points may blow dry ice, and the light stand is not completely set up, probably in the southeast direction, which is here."

"The stage of the Red House is so big." Ji Ji couldn't help but sigh: "I have never performed in such a big place in the UK."

Pei Ru also stopped and turned his head to explain: "You have to remember the green x mark on the ground."

"When it's time for a formal performance, it may all be torn off."

Suddenly he stopped, and Huo Jian ran into it inadvertently, then he stepped back and rubbed his nose.

"If four people are going to interact with the audience at the end of the cross, then it will take a lot of energy to run back again?" Chi Ji looked around the square and said: "I remember five formation changes... I still have to interact with the dancers."

Pei Ruyi also stretched his knuckles to shave Huo Jian's nose, and continued to explain the arrangement of the dance company and corona with others.

Huo Jian blinked, and suddenly felt like he was fed sugar.

He suddenly remembered the sentence mentioned by Bo Ju.

The teenager shook his head twice quickly, ran back to the middle of the team and stood beside Long Ji, far away from Pei Ruye.

You can’t be so confused.

Pei Ru also glanced at the captain who ran away suddenly and continued to lead them in his pocket.

"I will take you to jump twice today, and go through the general process again tomorrow night."

"Thank you Mr. Pei--" The five little idols shouted to the teacher everyday, "LOVE YOU--"

A teenager rubbed his nose and said nothing.

On the day of New Year's Eve, most of the fans could not get tickets, and a piece of waiting on the road where the artist must pass was waiting for help.

Six crowns haven't entered the field yet, and they walked completely out of the red carpet.

When they got out of the car, they heard a series of screams from outside. There were staff at the entrance to check the work cards of the accompanying assistants, and artists lined up to wait for the slow entry.

Ji Ji lying on the car window suddenly yelled, "Is that a flower wall?"

"Flower wall?" Bo Ju curiously asked: "What wall?"

"Secretly watch while I'm signing," Chi Ji smiled. "It seems pretty?"

The moment they got off the bus, the gems closest to the edge exploded first, followed by a long series of fans from near and far starting to scream and scream.

"Corona!!! Corona is here!!!"

"Captain, the captain's hair color is soot blue today, I'm dead!!!"

"Yaoyao is the cutest---Yaoyao, take a look at my sister, oh, oh, oh, I can’t cry, it’s going to take makeup!!"

The teenagers walked forward one after another, quietly watching Chi Ji's line of sight beyond the railings over the large supporting flower wall.

The red, white, and white gradient roses were assembled into a flower wall that was nearly two meters high and more than ten meters wide. The gold and silver powder were scattered and evenly distributed, making it even more brilliant.

『Corona』

"The Only Crown"

The back-up club used it very cleverly, and did not use the words "strongest" and "first" in the occasions where the seniors gathered.

The only two words happen to be more precious.

In addition to the rose wall that is as gorgeous as the brilliant cloud, there are six people and a group of large photo posters held by the gems. Among them are the smiling young lady, the mature makeup of the office worker, and many boys in the red. His face confessed loudly.

The six of them slowed down and signed as many photos as possible.

Huo Jian is used to autographing, but every time he approaches a fan, he will unconsciously become gentle.

He saw their eyes sparkling.

"Brother--" Mei Sheng Yao smiled and raised a fan's mobile phone, showing them the back cover of the phone: "Brother! It's us!"

His voice was bright and clear. As soon as he shouted, the girls next to his brother screamed, and when they were embarrassed, they began to cover their faces and take pictures of them.

The six teenagers embraced their shoulders and laughed heartily, like the rising sun in the mountains and the sea of ​​clouds.

"It's us." Bo Jue also smiled and smiled: "It's pretty to take me back, and sign me one."

The six of them took turns signing on the phone case and took a generous selfie with all the fans. The boys who succeeded in star-chasing next to them were already so happy that they were about to pass out.

"Remember me when I posted on Weibo." Long Ji patted his shoulder: "I like this one."

Huo Jian smiled and signed the last name.

The six names are neat and connected with strokes, as if they are still hugging.