Well, there are actually only two "all South Korean celebrities" that Tang Chao knows, Park Jong-sung and Yoon Joo-hyun.
But it is precisely because of this that it feels a bit strange to randomly attend a Korean pop concert and the results will happen by accident.
There seemed to be something wrong with the ticket gate in front of the queue. It was a bit blocked, so Tang Chao had to look to the left for a while, and for a while to the right... Your standing determines your seat, and this principle also applies to posters.
For example, on the poster of Park Jong-sung's group, the outermost position in the left corner is where Tang Chao has good eyesight, otherwise he might not have been able to see it just now.
As for the poster of Yoon Joo Hyun's group, there are eight or nine beautiful women with long legs standing side by side in the most conspicuous position near the ticket gate, which looks quite impressive. Don't be dissatisfied, among the ten people who entered from the side
Half of them paid attention when they passed by, and some even picked up their mobile phones to take photos excitedly. They were the main players and ticket collectors.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison. Based on such a cruel comparison, Park Jong-sung's combination is similar to the minions, playing soy sauce, hoping for popularity, etc., and they are inconspicuous. Sure enough, the goods on the street are always on the street...
While secretly complaining, the brother and sister lined up at the ticket gate. Tangdou handed the two tickets over to the security check. Not far from the queue, there was a middle-aged man wearing a sunhat with an Asian face, but he was probably not Chinese, probably.
I encountered some communication problems. I was gesticulating and communicating with several staff members. My temper was not very good, or I lost my patience because of the language barrier. The volume gradually increased, and I screamed loudly.
Fortunately, at this time, a slightly fat man, who should be the translator, hurried over, apologized repeatedly, and comforted the middle-aged man who seemed to be from South Korea, and the small conflict was resolved.
"Brother?" The little girl who had already passed the ticket gate looked back and waved, "Let's go."
"Oh, here we come." He passed quickly and looked at the back of the middle-aged man who entered the room under the guidance of the interpreter. Tang Chao frowned slightly. Just now, he saw something in the ear of the former's hat.
Familiar things disappear in a flash. If you don't look carefully, you can't confirm... Is it an illusion? Or is it something else?
The middle-aged man probably bought a grandstand ticket, and he was not in the same room as them. In addition, the lights in the venue were dim and the crowd was so crowded that he could no longer see the other person in just a short breath.
Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Chao thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly. Is he too sensitive, and thinks of something abnormal when he sees something?
Originally, if he hadn't been on guard these days, Tang Chao probably wouldn't have had any extra thoughts. This is a Korean pop concert, and it's normal for some South Koreans to show up. As for what's in his ears, it may not be what he thinks.
I'm thinking of a professional communication headset, maybe a Bluetooth headset or a hearing aid...
Holding hands, we walked through the passage along with the flow of people, and appeared at the entrance of the stadium. From a high position, we had an overview of the entire concert layout. The steel frame structure was built on the lawn, the main stage was at the innermost position, and there was a passage extending in the middle, connecting a small
The smaller front platform has an overall layout similar to a 'work' shape, and the brother and sister's infield ticket location is on the lawn, on one side of the aisle.
You can watch both the main stage and the sub-stage. If there are celebrities walking in the aisle, you might be able to put hands and give high-fives during the interaction. No matter from the viewing distance, angle, visual effects, etc.,
They are all the best positions at the VIP level. Chu Fengya is very reliable in doing this.
After sitting down, Tangdou sat in his seat and looked around curiously. They arrived quite late, and the surroundings were almost full. Various support signs were also played. As seen in the square, it was very busy and could hardly be seen.
It's the same, and it doesn't look like an organization. There is me among you, and you among me, each supporting their favorite idol.
There is a reason for this. For such a very popular concert, in-field tickets are difficult to obtain and the quantity is not large. And because of the price, not all fans can afford it, so it is difficult to organize. There are stands around
Tickets are the focus of competition among various fan groups. They usually book tickets together and reserve a certain area. This facilitates management and communication and makes the support look very impressive.
In comparison, Tang Dynasty and others can only be described as stragglers. On the left are a dozen young men and women who support Yin Zhuxian's group, and on the right are fans of a certain boy group. They are clearly differentiated.
The brother and sister sat in the middle, just separating the two.
In fact, they were the weirdest ones. The Tang Dynasty held a light stick with Chu Fengya's initials written on it, which was very incompatible with the surrounding environment.
However, she did not receive any strange looks because of this. On the contrary, not long after she sat down, the little girl made new friends, several young women who came to chat and chat with each other... After all, they were all Chinese audiences, and most of them were locals from Lingjiang.
Of course, it is impossible not to know Chu Fengya, and some are still fans of the latter, but they are just more philanthropic.
There were also exchanges with Tang Chao. The opening words were usually: Brother, you are also a fan of Chu Fengya. Tang Chao pondered for a moment and replied, "Is it okay to listen to the song?" Then when the latter looked like you are making fun of me, he pointed
He pointed to the little girl next to him who was chatting lively and said that he came with his younger sister. The latter suddenly understood, and even said that he understood and wanted to say something. Tang Chao looked like he was sitting upright... Soon, no one was there anymore.
Come up and talk.
About a quarter of an hour before the show started, Tang Chao sighed, shook his head slightly, patted Tangdou on the shoulder, "I'm going to the bathroom." Then he looked at the two young women who were the first to come over to communicate. They were students at a certain college in Lingjiang.
The college student smiled politely and said, "Can you please help me take care of my sister?"
"Oh, okay, okay."
"Thanks."
Tangdou was surprised to see that they had gone to the restroom before leaving home. This was based on their experience at the concert. Drink less water, solve physical problems in advance, and try not to go to the restroom in the middle of the concert. You will miss some programs, and live
There were so many people in the bathroom that there was almost no break... However, even though it was a little strange, the little girl didn't think much about it and just nodded.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tang Chao stood up, walked through the seat aisle, and left the lawn infield seats. He did not go to the toilet, looked around, and walked towards a staff member maintaining order.
"Hello, I came to the concert with my friend. He is a South Korean. He was taken to the bathroom by your colleague, a translator, and he is not back yet... No, you can't leave here.
If it's convenient, can you tell me where your translators usually stay? I'll just ask...Okay, thank you..."
Following the direction pointed by the staff, Tang Chao stepped into the passage.
Just think of me as being paranoid. After all, I still feel uneasy.
…
Busy backstage, in the corner, in a small dark room where spare audio equipment is stored, the mobile phone screen is emitting a faint light, and a vague figure is answering the phone, speaking in a poor tone.
"I have said many times that there is no relationship between us, why do you just refuse to let me go?!"
"Ahem, young master, it's me, Zheng Guanghai."
"Uncle Zheng..." The blurry figure was obviously stunned for a moment. He took away the phone and looked at the caller ID number, then picked up again, "Did he ask you to call? Hehe, what did he want to say again? Oh, what was he scolding?"
"
"No, Master, I made the call myself. Master was attacked and injured..."
"Um?"
"There is a traitor in the family. He sneaked into the room while the master was on his lunch break and fired several shots... Don't worry, young master. The master had a premonition about this before and made some preparations. His life was not in danger, but he was hit in the right leg.
gun, the killer was also killed on the spot."
"I won't worry about him...So, do you want me to go back when you make this call?"
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "There are other reasons. Since the demise of Banshanshanjin, the situation in the underground world in South Korea has been very chaotic. The attack on the master should have been caused by the cooperation of several other forces. We traced the relevant information and found that the master
You are also in the sight of these people... In South Korea, for fear of some influence, they may not dare to do anything too outrageous, but Master, now that you have gone abroad, the situation is different. There is intelligence to confirm
A group of unknown people followed you to China. I have arranged for people in the family to rush there. Master, you must move as soon as possible..."
"Ha..." The blurry figure suddenly let out a laugh with unknown meaning, which was sad and sarcastic. It was very complicated. "You know, Uncle Zheng, this is why I tried every means to break away from the family. It is an abyss and quagmire. As long as you step into it, you will be with you for the rest of your life."
Don’t even think about wiping the mud off your trouser legs!”
"The underground world is like this, young master, and there is nothing I can do about it... Banshanshanjin has died, and the underground forces have been reshuffled. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And even if the master wants to give up, others will not let go of our Park family.
This assassination is proof of that."
"I don't want to hear this. Everyone has their own difficulties, and no one has ever considered me... I understand, Uncle Zheng, thank you for reminding me, and ask the people in the family to withdraw. I will be on stage later, so there won't be many
said."
After a pause, amidst the urgent advice on the other end of the phone, he said calmly, "By the way, if I die in China this time, don't take me back, just bury me here as a request. If you can't get rid of it in life, you can't get rid of it in death."
Let me free myself later..."
After finishing speaking, I simply hung up and turned off the phone. In the dim light, I stood quietly for a while, raised my hands and rubbed my face, and opened the door.
"scare--"
"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, didn't I scare you?"
There were people outside the door, two women passing by. The long-haired man who had just walked out of the room suddenly had sharp eyes. After seeing clearly the appearance and dress of the two women, he disappeared instantly, bowed and apologized sincerely, and spoke in Chinese.
, it’s pretty standard, and you can tell he’s a foreigner just by his accent.
Two women were startled. One of them was wearing a slightly exaggerated performance costume. She was undoubtedly an artist. The other one was holding a few albums in her hand. The older one should be her manager. When she reacted, the latter had an eyebrow.
He stood up immediately and opened his mouth to say something. The female artist waved her hand first, "It's okay, you are..." She looked at the long-haired man who was also wearing a performance costume and asked, "Are you traveling with me, a South Korean artist?"
The long-haired man nodded in agreement, straightened his body, and bowed: "Hello, I am Park Jong-sung of XX group. Nice to meet you."
"Uh... Haha, I'm Chu Fengya, and I'm glad to meet you." Chu Fengya obviously didn't adapt to such a solemn salute. She was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice, stretched out her hand generously,
"My Chinese is good, ha, come on stage later!"
The two palms touched each other politely, and Chu Fengya was about to walk away, "Please wait a moment." Park Zhongsheng said with a clear face, "Maybe this request is a bit presumptuous. Well, I am your fan. Can you please sign your autograph for me?
?"
"Huh?" Chu Fengya was completely stunned.
"Really, I like your songs very much, and your stage presence..." As he spoke, Park Zhongsheng also hummed a section of the song live. It was indeed Chu Fengya's song. Not to mention that the pronunciation was quite accurate, but the accent was a bit weird, but
It is also enough to prove his identity as a fan.
The fact is that Park Zhongsheng did not know Chu Fengya before, but after knowing the guests for this concert in advance, he found a large number of Chu Fengya’s album MVs... Deception? No, the opportunity is only for those who are prepared.
Street artists also have pursuits, what if they can form a good relationship, right? The Chinese market is still very attractive to Korean artists like them.
It has to be said that Park Zhongsheng's fan identity was well disguised. Of course, this was also his specialty. Chu Fengya didn't see the slightest clue. She signed the autograph in a happy mood, took a group photo, chatted for a few more words, and then waved goodbye.
"Haha, Sister Hua, have you seen that I also have fans in South Korea, and they are fans of artists!" Turning around the aisle, Chu Fengya couldn't stand it any longer, and laughed quite proudly.
"Yeah, you're the best. Pay attention to your image."
"Don't mention it, these South Korean celebrities are really good at dressing up. Their makeup looks more sophisticated and complicated than mine, but it's a bit unbearable that they are too polite. They bow and salute at every turn. I was shocked just now..."
"They are different from us. Idol artists will go through several years of practice before debuting. They have to learn a lot of things, including special training in etiquette... Manage your expressions. Next we are going to meet a girl group in South Korea.
It’s very popular there and has a certain influence in Asia.”
"OK, as a landlord, I understand." Chu Fengya shrugged, but her expression was somewhat helpless. She is really not good at this kind of social work, and she doesn't have the time to study it. She has the time to practice.
It's great to practice guitar. But no matter what, in this circle, since people invite her to assist, some superficial procedures still have to be followed. This is a matter of politeness.
Walking to the door of the lounge, Chu Fengya raised her hand to knock, tilted her ears, and sensitively caught the sound of guitar strings coming from inside. After listening for a while, she said, her basic skills are not solid enough, but she has a bit of spirituality.
Meaning...knock on the door.
The door opened from the inside, revealing a room full of flowers. As usual, I was startled by the collective salute of eight or nine young women standing side by side. They returned the salute, exchanged some pleasantries, and picked up another album.
Before leaving, Chu Fengya's eyes met a young woman with pure eyes, a friendly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she gave a thumbs up: "You play the guitar well, come on!"