Chapter 395: The Golden Signboard Zhou Yi

The person involved is now deeply regretful, utterly regretful.

Others, after watching a concert, might catch each other's eye and head straight to film a two-actor bedroom scene right outside the entrance of the 80,000-Person Stadium; what about him? He had already filmed it alone in advance.

Wei Yuncong felt like crying but had no tears.

He had to know that the ticket money was part of his savings, painstakingly accumulated after nearly half a year of work; yet now, he had simply lain on the bed for nearly half the show.

A massive loss!

"I was truly foolish, truly. If I had known, I shouldn't have bought a ticket for this 80,000-person concert; I should have saved up for the next one with fewer people. That way, I wouldn't have fainted, and if I hadn't fainted, my ticket wouldn't have been wasted in vain..."

The concert had ended and the crowd dispersed; Wei Yuncong, who had gotten nothing out of it, was nearly stunned, muttering complaints endlessly, wishing to pound his chest and stamp his feet to express his regret—only to be stopped by medical staff.

"Your body is still not suitable for such high-intensity actions; rest well."

"..."

Blame my parents for giving me such a frail, wind-blown body!

"Although our examination found no problems with your body, we still recommend you go to a hospital for a detailed checkup. As for the money, don't worry; Warner will cover it for you."

Since it was just one person, considering the need to win hearts, Qian Jiang generously waved his hand and chose to have the company reimburse the cost. After all, he still had to treat those lucky fans to a late-night meal tonight; adding one more expense wouldn't hurt.

"A-Yi, we've already sent someone to contact those lucky fans. There is one more matter you need to handle: someone fainted at your concert due to excessive excitement..."

After the formal closing, Zhou Yi, who had just returned to the backstage via the elevator platform and hadn't even had time to change clothes, was approached by Qian Jiang, who detailed the whole story: "He has already woken up. To be safe, our people have sent him to the nearest hospital for a detailed checkup."

"..."

Fainting is still acceptable.

Zhou Yi, whose heart had suddenly tightened upon first hearing something had gone wrong, immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, I'll change clothes and go over right after."

Visiting fans was nothing new to Zhou Yi; however, this incident would squeeze his schedule quite tight—

According to the original plan, after changing clothes, he should have had ample time to rest; after resting, he would have a simple late-night meal with the lucky fans, then share a casual dinner and chat with the guests who had traveled from afar, before everyone returned to their own homes and found their own mothers.

But now, he had absolutely no time to rest at all.

After a quick shower and changing into Shengtian Changfu, Zhou Yi rushed straight to the hospital, causing Wei Yuncong to instantly become so excited he couldn't control himself, clutching his chest and nearly convulsing with a "Ga!" sound again.

—?!

Fortunately, this time they were still in a professional hospital; Zhou Yi, who had nearly been scared into a cold sweat, managed to maintain a stable mindset through the subsequent comfort.

Originally, he had considered leaving this die-hard fan a ticket for the next concert as compensation, but now he decided against it.

What if he convulses again next time...

In an unknown corner, a certain ordinary paparazzo who had come for an emergency room visit late at night "accidentally" snapped photos of these scenes...

…………………………

"Click!"

Fifteen minutes later, the shutter sound of the camera rang out crisply in the vast private room; Deng Shiying, the first to finish the group photo, bounced over to the photographer, curiously looking at the first batch of offline photos with Zhou Yi's lucky fans.

Zhou Yi, returning from the hospital, happened to knock on the door at this exact moment; the instant he pushed it open, a wave of commotion erupted inside the private room—

"Zhou Yi!"

"Zhou Yi!"

"..."

The local Hu Ge, the outsider Wang Zhengliang, Deng Wenbin, and others all stood up in unison; the only one not intimidated was Deng Shiying, whose small face was flushed with excitement after seeing her idol up close.

"Eat and drink your fill tonight, no need to be polite with me; after all, I'm not the one paying."

Zhou Yi, who immediately made a joke about the company to ease the awkwardness of their first meeting, smiled and shook hands with everyone one by one for photos: "Warner is wealthy and powerful; they can't be eaten bankrupt."

"Eh, where's Yanzi?"

Deng Shiying, the little fan leader of the Hong Kong Twin Stars circle, poked her head in curiously, having failed to spot that familiar figure: "Did Yanzi really not come to your concert? What about that phone call?"

"Of course she didn't come; she was on her way to do promotions, so the call was made during a spare moment."

Zhou Yi smiled and pinched the child's cheek: "Whose fan are you, exactly, hmm?"

Deng's mother, accompanying the child to this late-night gathering, was deeply surprised in her heart—surprised by Zhou Yi's easygoing attitude.

In Hong Kong, she had also heard news of many stars acting arrogant, ignoring fans, or showing impatience. Many big shots who appeared down-to-earth and loved fans in front of the camera were often quite poor with fans behind the scenes.

However, due to poor information flow, over 90% of people on the mainland couldn't see this.

Under the influence of Zhou Yi himself, who was indeed elegant, easygoing, and had no airs, this unique gathering of lucky fans was a complete success.

Zhou Yi, freely exercising his social skills, even actively shared some Duan Zi adapted from trivial entertainment gossip, successfully heating up the atmosphere, thereby leaving a group photo under the restaurant's sign that everyone cherished immensely—

"A-Yi, what do you think of that child's talent?"

As an agent, Qian Jiang had little interest in others, but his interest in Deng Shiying, the child who had left a deep impression on him several times, grew greatly: "Is she worth cultivating?"

"Quite good; judging solely by vocal talent, her adaptability is very strong."

After the meal ended, hearing his partner ask this, Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow: "What, do you want to sign her?"

"A bit."

Qian Jiang nodded in admission: "She is still young; if she undergoes singer training while continuing her studies, given the talent she has shown so far, the company is worth investing resources to cultivate her."

In the record era, before a record company launched a new singer, they often subjected them to one or two years, or even two or three years, of singer training; the sudden explosion of popularity of A-Du from Sea Butterfly was the most typical example.

The only risk was that this Deng Shiying was still so young; the cultivation time would have to be extended, and if she turned out to be a "Shang Zhongyong" case, the money the company invested would be wasted.

"And that Zhang Jingying; although her vocal texture isn't as good as Deng Shiying's, overall she can also be considered a promising seed..."

As a professional agent, Qian Jiang still had his own judgment.

Zhou Yi's expression was somewhat strange.

Wang Zhengliang and Deng Wenbin (Hou Xian) really have bad looks and unremarkable vocal textures, so they have no human rights?

"That doesn't make sense; if you want to sign someone, why are you asking me?"

"That's quite a statement; you are currently the company's top star, and your eye is so sharp. Do you know that Wang Feng's new album, which you favored, received excellent reviews after releasing its lead single for chart promotion? Following this trend, his album can basically break the sales record of the previous one."

Qian Jiang smiled and patted his shoulder: "After his agent communicated with me, the promotional slogan they came up with was 'The Album Favored by Zhou Yi'."

"..."

This attempt to ride the hype is truly straightforward.

Zhou Yi laughed: "You're signing a female singer; are you sure Chen Ze Shan won't object?"

Regarding the current internal resource distribution at Warner, apart from him as the top male star and Sun Yanzi as the top female star who need not worry, everyone must fight, especially in the female artist sector.

Zhang Huimei, whose album has already been confirmed as a catastrophic failure and buried, is holding her breath, planning to use next year's new album to snatch back her position as the top female star.

Meanwhile, Qian Jiang has always been in charge of coordinating the male artist division, while the head of packaging and promotion for female artists is Chen Ze Shan.

This amounts to digging into someone else's plate, to some extent.

"He failed; the next two years are his last chance."

Qian Jiang smiled like an old fox, expressing his dissatisfaction with Chen Ze Shan's authority being higher than his own without any hesitation: "Now he and Jianhui have generated a conflict again. If I don't seize the opportunity to prepare for advancement, am I waiting for the New Year?"

"Sign a few with talent as reserves; Zhang Jingying can be trained for about three years, and Deng Shying is still young, so she could even be cultivated for five or six years."

"In the early stages, they will all be in training, so I and Chen Ze Shan will have absolutely no conflict. Once his 'Empress Palace' policy fails completely in a few years, that will be the time for the people I signed to step up, provided they can meet my expectations."

"Even if I fail by then, it doesn't matter; after all, if we're talking about losses, Chen Ze Shan is the one who loses more."

Since there's no loss either way, it's naturally worth a try.

"Besides, there are quite a few female singers who want to join Warner now, many of whom are coming for you; will you sacrifice your looks then?" Qian Jiang looked Zhou Yi up and down with ill intent, saying mockingly.

"I'm not that kind of person."

Zhou Yi pouted: "What do you take me for? I have an irreconcilable feud with gambling and drugs, okay?"

"You better be."

Qian Jiang remained noncommittal: "To be honest, now that you have money, there are certainly no shortage of people trying to drag you down; you should be extra careful, especially when going abroad."

"That Zhou Jielun even entered a casino; he lost at least a third of the money earned from his first album, and it's only because his second album is also selling well now. I'm not trying to ruin the friendship between you, but I think you'd better keep your eyes open regarding some things."

(End of this chapter)