After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

It was Friday night, the day of the live broadcast of "Crossover Singing", and a rather romantic bar in Suzhou had put up a sign early on that it would not accept individual customers that day because a group of special customers had reserved the entire place.

Shen Meng said goodbye to her children and husband and drove here in her own car.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw people coming to the door one after another. The bar arranged a staff member to cooperate with the two girls from the fan club to receive them.

"Sister Claw."

When Shen Meng arrived, the two girls at the door saw her and greeted her happily.

"Thank you for your hard work. How many people are here?"

She came forward to say hello.

"Fifty-three people have arrived, including you, Sister Claw, which makes fifty-four. There are still twenty-two people who haven't arrived yet. I've asked in the group, and they're all on their way."

A tall girl took out a small notebook beside her and said.

"Have Qianqian and the others arrived?"

"Sister Qian was the first to arrive and is arranging seats inside."

"Okay, then please wait for the others. I'll go in and take a look first."

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll complete the task."

Another girl who looked full of energy saluted mischievously.

Shen Meng smiled and went into the bar.

Although this party was held at the last minute and was rather hasty, Shen Meng still put a lot of thought into it. She specially selected this bar.

The environment is quiet and there are usually resident singers performing, so there is a small stage facing the audience seats, with complete equipment such as speakers. There is also a large LED screen above the stage, which can be used to watch the live broadcast later.

When Shen Meng entered, it was very lively inside. Some people were looking for seats, some had already sat down and were chatting with the people around them, and some were arranging some places that were not fully prepared.

There were some posters of Lu Qingfeng posted inside the bar, and there were colorful cheering sticks on every table.

She saw a capable figure with several people maintaining order and arranging seats.

She is a girl nicknamed Strawberry Dumpling in the group. Her real name is Luo Yunqian. She is an urban white-collar worker. Like her, she is a senior mother fan who has been following Lu Qingfeng since his idol days.

I also went to the last book signing event in Shanghai.

In fact, many people at the scene had seen him before. Many of the new faces were newcomers, both men and women, who had joined as Lu Qingfeng's popularity grew.

Because this party only invited fans from around Suzhou, the number of people was not large.

Shen Meng walked up to greet Luo Yunqian and then helped with the arrangements.

When it was almost eight o'clock, everyone arrived and sat in their seats.

"Hey, hey, be quiet for a moment, I want to say something."

Shen Meng came on stage and the sound of the microphone attracted everyone's attention.

"First of all, I want to thank Xiaolu for sponsoring this party. It was originally a spontaneous idea of ​​ours, but then Brother Niu from Xiaolu Studio found out about it, and my agent Brother Zhu contacted me and provided us with the funding."

"Wow, long live the fawn."

There was a cheer from below.

"So everyone, eat and drink well, don't have any psychological burden, but don't waste anything. Then everyone knows that although we can't go to the scene to cheer him on, we also have him. We support him offline. Come on, Xiaolu!"

"Come on, little deer."

Everyone shouted along.

Then we asked the hotel waiter to take a group photo of the scene and uploaded it to the Internet. While waiting for the live broadcast to begin, everyone gathered together and chatted.

Because everyone at Lu Qingfeng already had common topics, even fans who were attending this kind of gathering for the first time could quickly integrate into the group.

The whole bar was extremely lively.

At the same time, in a small county town under Su City.

"Sit down."

In a house with an old-fashioned decoration style, a very elegant middle-aged woman slapped Yang Xiuxiu on the thigh. Yang Xiuxiu, who was lying on the sofa, screamed in pain.

"Mom, I've only been back for less than half a month, and you're already starting to dislike me."

"Oh, you're so awesome now. How dare I look down on you? I just quit the job I assigned to you and even hid it from me and your dad."

Mother Yang put the cut fruit on the coffee table and sneered three times.

"Haha, haven't we already talked about this? Why are you still holding on to it?"

Yang Xiuxiu sat up and went to get some fruit.

"What are you talking about? Do you know how many people your dad and I had to ask for help to get you a job at the magazine? You just said you wanted to quit and go off to be a literary agent. Did you ask your dad and me about that?"

Mother Yang slapped her hand away and picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick.

"Old Yang, you still don't care about your wife."

Sitting on the recliner, Yang's father took his eyes off the book and glanced over from behind his glasses.

"Give me a piece of apple."

"help yourself."

Mother Yang ignored her.

"Look, it's no use looking for me."

Dad Yang's attention returned to the books.

Yang Xiuxiu had no choice but to speak for Fa Lao's mother herself.

"Mom, didn't I tell you that my current job is much more promising than my previous job as an editor at a magazine? The atmosphere at the magazine isn't good. Remember when I told you that there was an editor named Chu who was always targeting me?"

"Besides, I'm still so young, I should at least see the outside world. I can't face those paperwork all day long."

After a pause, seeing that Yang Ma had no expression on her face, he continued.

"Didn't I send you a novel by the writer I'm an agent for? I asked you to read it. You praised it then, saying it was very delicate and well-written."

Mother Yang finally responded.

"That's true."

As a teacher, she would not deny the value of those articles because of her emotions in this regard.

"Right? Qingfeng is a very nice person. You'll know once you've met him. Haven't you read about him online these past few days?"

"Wasn't there a commotion a few days ago?"

"That's because someone wants to frame him. Isn't it clear what's going on?"

"The story about Kelikong written by this young man is quite interesting and full of satire."

Father Yang spoke at this time.

Close the book.

"Your mother isn't against you changing jobs, but you're the only girl we have. You said you'll be flying around for work, even abroad, so we're definitely worried."

"I know my mother treats me the best."

Yang Xiuxiu hugged Yang Ma's arm and said with a smile

"Don't worry, the studio is constantly developing. We will continue to recruit people after the New Year. I will also have an assistant, and someone will accompany me on business trips later."

"You."

Mother Yang couldn't do anything about her precious daughter, so she picked up the remote control and planned to change the channel.

"No, my dear mother, the show I'm waiting for is about to start."

"what?"

"Crossover Singing"

As we were talking, the advertisement on the screen ended and the program began. Then we saw the words "live broadcast" appear in the upper left corner of the TV.