Jeans, a cartoon gangster bunny T-shirt, and a light-colored unlined upper garment.
In the square outside the indoor stadium, when Tang Chao got out of the taxi dressed like this and holding a DV camera, the cold and ruthless killer in a trench coat disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an ordinary young man, well, a star-chasing fan.
"Tsk, I didn't see it. Are weird women so popular..."
No wonder Tang Chao smacked his lips and sighed as soon as he got off the car. The square in front of him was really too lively. The so-called crowds of people were just like that. At a glance, they were all young men and women holding colorful and various support signs.
Excited, it can be seen that most of them are Chinese, which is for sure. After all, Chu Fengya has not been famous for a long time, but it is quite remarkable. You must know that this is not in China, but in Singapore.
Looking at the long queues at the ticket gate, Tang Chao wisely did not join in the fun. He was an internal employee and could enter through a special passage.
No need to ask, this was naturally arranged by Zhang Deming who came with me, that is, Director Zhang.
Speaking of the latter, this itinerary was really conscientious and even a bit exaggerated in some aspects... I think I not only misunderstood his identity, but also misunderstood his motives for coming here this time.
Second generation ancestor, chasing stars across borders is not a daily routine? So when they first landed two days ago, Zhang Deming, an old-fashioned and warm-hearted person, wanted to arrange for him to meet Chu Fengya.
The star hotel where Chu Fengya stayed...
That is to say, Tang Chao was really busy, and he basically didn't go back to the hotel in the past two days, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble.
Pulling out his employee ID card and hanging it around his neck, Tang Chao entered the venue unimpeded. To be precise, it was the backstage of the concert. The special passage was used by some mysterious guests in addition to internal employees, so naturally it had to be avoided.
Open the front of the audience to avoid early exposure and no surprise effect.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the Tang Dynasty. He was just here to record the concert. He didn't have the curiosity to explore the mystery and walked straight to the front. Naturally, the location had been arranged in advance. The VIP seats in the front row were perfect.
Recording angle.
Having said that, the backstage is really lively, with security personnel maintaining order, stage management running around and coordinating, and stage artists dressed in fancy clothes getting ready to go on stage... People are coming and going, and everyone is in a hurry. So even though there is no one around,
No matter what, Tang Chao also stumbled and stepped aside from time to time, feeling a little helpless.
At this moment, a slightly familiar voice came, "Xiao Tang?"
Walking with his head lowered, Tang Chao wanted to pretend not to hear. In fact, that's what he did, but he was stopped by someone who walked a few steps quickly, "Xiao Tang, where have you been these two days? You haven't seen anyone all day long.
, I just called you and no one answered?"
"Ah? Oh, it's Brother Zhang." The person who came was naturally Zhang Deming. Tang Chao scratched his head as if he had just seen him and raised the DV in his hand, "There is something wrong with the camera. I went out to find someone to fix it. Mobile phone?
I put it in my bag, maybe it’s out of battery. I’m sorry, Brother Zhang, for making you worry.”
He kept telling lies but sincerely. Naturally, Zhang Deming couldn't say anything else and waved his hand: "It's okay, the camera is broken? Why don't you come to me? Well, it's too late now. I'll ask someone to bring you a new one."
"There's really no need. I'm not afraid of troublesome Brother Zhang. And it's been repaired now, so I'll be here soon."
"Hey, it's a trivial matter." Zhang Deming shook his head disapprovingly, and then he thought of something, grabbed Tang Chao's arm and left, "By the way, I almost made a mistake, come with me quickly, there's something good going on."
"ah?"
"Haha, Xiao Tang, please stop pretending. Manager Xie told me when you came here that you are here just for Chu Fengya. Just as you were passing by the dressing room, I paid special attention to you.
Chu Fengya hasn’t appeared on stage yet, we can just go over now and meet her."
While smiling and talking, Zhang Deming raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't need to thank me for his hidden merit and fame. However, Tang Chao, who was being dragged away, twitched at the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and there was no need to respond. This guy must have listened.
What the leader said! Could it be that he is still a small supervisor? This is not enough!
"Uh, no need, the concert is about to start."
"Don't worry, it will take at least half an hour to get in, so don't delay anything."
This is crazy...
This is the so-called drink and peck, and the flowers will bear the fruits. If I hadn't thought of taking advantage of the misunderstanding to make things easier, I wouldn't have ended up in the embarrassing situation now. After all, the other party had good intentions.
There is no reason to refuse directly.
In this way, the unwilling Tang Chao was dragged back to the backstage again, and he gave up the struggle. Forget it, just meet him. It doesn't take long to get an autograph anyway, just treat it as a benefit to Tangdou.
Already.
However, outside the door of the dressing room, Zhang Deming, who went up to negotiate, seemed to have encountered some problem. He was talking to a middle-aged woman with a rather capable and strong temperament. She should be an agent. After a while, Zhang Deming turned back.
He walked back, frowning slightly, but when he came to Tang Chao, he said with an optimistic smile: "It's done, just wait a little longer."
It turned out that he was still too optimistic. After a while, a middle-aged woman walked out of the dressing room and came to Tang Chao. She handed over the rolled-up poster in her hand and said politely with a professional smile: "This is a signed poster. Thank you.
Support Xiaoya."
Upon seeing this, Tang Chao was about to take the hand and thank him, but Zhang Deming stretched out his hand to stop him. With a sharp look, he looked at the middle-aged woman and said calmly: "Sister Hua, that's too much. I just took a photo and said a few words.
Isn’t this okay too?”
The middle-aged woman also replied calmly: "Sorry, the concert is about to start. Xiaoya needs to adjust her condition. Please forgive me."
"No room for negotiation?"
"Excuse me……"
"Okay!" Zhang Deming turned around, looked at Tang Chao and pointed to the aisle seat not far away, and squeezed out a smile, "Xiao Tang, please go and sit there first. I have something to discuss with Sister Hua.
Let’s chat alone, soon!”
Are you kidding me?
When the situation in a few words has developed to this point, it is no longer a simple matter of just signing, but this is what gives Tang Chao a headache. Please, I just need a signature... But looking at Zhang Deming's one, it is a little deformed.
With an embarrassed smile on his face, he could only sigh silently in his heart, shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the seat.
At this moment, "Wait!" The door to the dressing room was suddenly opened, and a figure rushed out, trotting all the way to Tang Chao, stuffing a few pages of paper in his mouth, and said in a hurried tone, "Look at this score.
I can’t play, the electric guitar version.”
"Well?"
Tang Chao was stunned, not because of this sudden turn of events, but because of the familiar tone of his voice.
Who is this?
Yes, Tang Chao didn't know the other party. He dared to confirm this, not only because of the beauty, but also because of the other party's crescent-like eyes, which were watery and half-drunk.
The extremely charming peach blossom eyes are so recognizable that you can't easily forget them after just one glance... Uh, wait, why does this figure look familiar? I've seen it somewhere...
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at the other person's long, well-proportioned legs. A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he blurted out: "Toad mirror?"