Chapter 873
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Chapter 873 Big Star?
But this is Beidu.
How could the first family of Zhongdu still have such strong influence in Beidu?
Fang Yu didn’t think deeply about it. He fell onto the bed, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in another place, at the hotel.
Tang Xiaorou, sitting in the bathtub, placed her phone in the recess beside the tub, tilted her head back, and looked at the ceiling.
“Hmph! Still unwilling to admit it, but it must have been you!” Tang Xiaorou bit her pink lips and muttered to herself, “Who else but you, Fang Yu, could have done something like this?”
…
At 6:40 PM the next day, Fang Yu and Tang Xiaorou sat in a sedan, heading together to the Beidu Arts Center.
The gala would be held in this venue.
Tang Xiaorou wore casual clothes with light makeup, looking comfortable and exuding an invincible youthful aura.
Fang Yu maintained his usual style—simple attire, extremely ordinary.
“Tonight’s gala is hosted by Beidu’s top enterprise, Guangda Group,” Tang Xiaorou said softly, sitting beside Fang Yu. “I heard they spent over a billion yuan just to invite various celebrities to perform! They’re really wealthy and generous.”
“So what’s the purpose of this gala?” Fang Yu asked.
“It’s Guangda Group’s way of promoting their brand,” Tang Xiaorou explained. “The content of this gala will be livestreamed on various platforms, and everyone in China can watch it.”
“Oh,” Fang Yu nodded, not particularly interested.
“When we get to the venue, I’ll introduce you to a big star!” Tang Xiaorou added.
“Not interested,” Fang Yu said, looking at the scenery outside the window.
“You, you’ll definitely be interested! She’s really famous, you must have seen her on TV,” Tang Xiaorou tugged at Fang Yu’s arm.
“I don’t really watch TV,” Fang Yu glanced at Tang Xiaorou and replied.
Tang Xiaorou suddenly remembered that when she first visited Fang Yu’s home in Jianghai City, she indeed hadn’t seen a television.
“Then, then you might have seen her on your phone. As long as you’ve been online, you must have heard of her!” Tang Xiaorou insisted firmly.
“Fine, we’ll see when we get there,” Fang Yu said, not wanting to argue with Tang Xiaorou anymore.
Thirty minutes later, Fang Yu and Tang Xiaorou arrived at the Beidu Arts Center.
The venue was very spacious inside, able to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators.
As representatives of Tang Group, which was directly invited by the host Guangda Group, they could sit in the VIP box with the best view to watch the entire gala.
But Tang Xiaorou didn’t head to the box first. Instead, she dragged Fang Yu toward the backstage.
There were still twenty minutes before the gala officially began.
The backstage was bustling with activity as staff members were busy with preparations.
Tang Xiaorou pulled Fang Yu along, checking one dressing room after another.
After searching for a while without finding who they were looking for, Tang Xiaorou spotted a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and quickly approached her.
“Aunt Zeng,” Tang Xiaorou greeted with a smile.
The woman turned around, saw Tang Xiaorou, and immediately smiled.
“Xiaorou, you’re here. Your father notified me earlier, and I was just about to go find you,” the woman said.
The woman’s name was Zeng Xiaomei, a professional agent.
“Aunt Zeng, where is Sister Ke Lan? I want to bring my friend to see her,” Tang Xiaorou said.
“Friend?” Zeng Xiaolan looked at Fang Yu standing nearby, with a knowing smile in her eyes.
“Oh, I’ll take you to her right away,” Zeng Xiaomei said, leading the two forward.
They walked to the farthest position, where there were two dressing rooms.
“Because there aren’t many performances, the other dressing rooms are shared, which is why you couldn’t find Ke Lan,” Zeng Xiaomei explained.
By now, they had arrived at a dressing room door with a paper sign that read “Qiu Ke Lan.”
“Seeing the name, you should know who she is, right?” Tang Xiaorou looked at Fang Yu and asked.
To be honest, the name was completely unfamiliar to Fang Yu.
Before Fang Yu could answer, Zeng Xiaomei pushed open the dressing room door.
Inside, a woman was sitting in front of a large mirror, with two makeup artists working on her.
Zeng Xiaomei walked forward and smiled, “Ke Lan, your little sister Xiaorou is here to see you.”
“Xiaorou!” The woman receiving makeup was clearly delighted, but couldn’t turn her head because of the ongoing makeup process.
“Sister Ke Lan,” Tang Xiaorou quickly walked forward, stood beside the woman, and looking at the mirror in front, exclaimed admiringly, “Sister Ke Lan, you’re getting more and more beautiful.”
Qiu Ke Lan smiled gently and said, “It’s all thanks to the makeup artists, and… Xiaorou, you’re no less beautiful than me.”
Fang Yu casually glanced at Qiu Ke Lan, confirming he didn’t recognize her.
So he walked to a chair nearby and sat down.
Qiu Ke Lan saw Fang Yu in the mirror and asked, “Xiaorou, who is this…?”
“He, he’s my college classmate, his name is Fang Yu,” Tang Xiaorou said, turning her head and blinking at Fang Yu, signaling him to come over and say hello.
“Hello,” Fang Yu said, sitting in the chair, not wanting to move.
“Hello, Classmate Fang,” Qiu Ke Lan made eye contact with Fang Yu through the mirror and smiled.
However, seeing Fang Yu’s completely calm demeanor, a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Zeng Xiaomei was even more surprised.
Qiu Ke Lan’s popularity over the past five years had made her a household name.
She was a true diva-level female singer, far beyond other female stars.
Her biggest fan base consisted of males and females in their teens to twenties.
Fang Yu, who was clearly in this age group, couldn’t possibly not know Qiu Ke Lan unless he came from some remote mountain.
Yet his reaction… was extraordinarily calm.
Could he be… a young master from some wealthy family?
But his attire didn’t suggest that either.
Tang Xiaorou, seeing Fang Yu’s lazy expression, knew he had zero interest in celebrities like Qiu Ke Lan.
So she didn’t say anything more.
Two minutes later, Qiu Ke Lan finished her makeup.
“Sister Ke Lan, are you going to be the closing act tonight? We’ll have to wait until very late to see your performance, right?” Tang Xiaorou asked.
Hearing this, Qiu Ke Lan bit her freshly lipsticked lips.
Beside her, Zeng Xiaomei’s face darkened.
Tang Xiaorou noticed the change in their expressions and asked, “Sister Ke Lan, what’s wrong?”
Qiu Ke Lan forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing, just that tonight I’m not the closing act. I’ll be performing second to last, around 10 o’clock.”
“You’re not the closing act? How is that possible?” Tang Xiaorou widened her eyes in surprise.
Being the closing act symbolized a star’s status and position.
Given Qiu Ke Lan’s current popularity and standing in the entertainment industry, being the closing act would be completely normal.
Because no other singer in the industry could overshadow her.
“Sigh… it’s a long story,” Qiu Ke Lan remained silent, but Zeng Xiaomei sighed and said.
“Knock knock knock!”
As they were talking, someone knocked on the dressing room door.
Zeng Xiaomei went to open it.
At the door stood a uniformed staff member and a foreign man who was clearly from the Western Regions.
The staff member wore a badge indicating he was the backstage manager.
“Ms. Zeng, has Ms. Qiu finished her makeup?” the manager asked.
“Yes, she has. What’s the matter?” Zeng Xiaomei frowned and asked.
“Well, this is Ms. Violet’s agent. Since Ms. Violet’s entire dance team is self-brought, they need a separate dressing room for makeup… If Ms. Qiu has finished her makeup, could she possibly vacate the dressing room for Ms. Violet’s dance team…” the manager said humbly.
“You must be joking! How could this be acceptable!?” Zeng Xiaomei’s face darkened as she interrupted the manager. “Even if Ke Lan doesn’t need this dressing room anymore, we won’t lend it to them!”
The manager’s expression changed slightly.
Before coming, he knew he would be refused.
This kind of request might not be a big deal for juniors or rising stars, but for a star of Qiu Ke Lan’s caliber, it was simply an insult!
Having to give up her private dressing room? What right did Violet have to demand this?
However, although the manager understood this principle, he couldn’t refuse Violet’s request.
