Miss and Wu Jiayi worked hard to hook up with Ji Xiangyong, hoping to gain fame in China through each other's concerts.
In the first battle, there is no room for failure.
When the couple saw Ji Xiangyong leaving, they quickly chased after him and stopped Ji Xiangyong at the door.
"Mr. Ji, please give us a chance to explain." Miss said.
"There is nothing to explain. Don't think that you are the only tuner. I have many friends in China. Let me tell you that my cooperation has been terminated." Ji Xiangyong brushed them away and left without looking back.
Miss grabbed Ji Xiangyong's assistant and said, "Assistant sir, please tell us what the problem is."
"At this point, you still don't know what the problem is, haha." The assistant sneered and left.
Wu Jiayi was not stupid. He quickly realized something, walked forward quickly, took out a wad of bills from his bag, and stuffed it into the hands of his assistant.
"This cooperation is very important to us. Even if it fails, we still have to find the problem." Ujayi said.
"Because you are so sincere, I will tell you." The assistant stuffed the money into his bag, "The problem lies with your two friends."
Miss and Ujayi didn't know the situation.
The assistant sighed and spoke again: "The two friends you invited are quite energetic. They are going to have a concert at the Kouhong Stadium on November 2nd."
"And on this day, Ji Xiangyong originally fought for it, but who knew that they would snatch it from him."
"The two of them are just fourth-tier singers. How can they be qualified to use the Kouhong Stadium? Especially what you said just now completely angered Ji Xiangyong."
"That's it for now, Mr. Ji Xiangyong. It's impossible to change your mind. You'd better find those two friends. They will give you business and make more money."
Buzz!
When Wu Jiayi saw the assistant leaving, her head was buzzing, and she finally understood.
The couple returned to the box slowly like zombies.
"Ujiayi, are they leaving?" Someone said with a smile, "In that case, we won't bother you anymore."
"Wait a minute." Wu Jiayi looked around, "Quickly tell me, among you, who is going to hold a concert at the Kouhong Stadium?"
"Of course it's Liangwen," the classmate replied.
"Ah?" The bag in Wu Jiayi's hand fell down, "Impossible, how is this possible?"
Several other students couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wu Jiayi regarded Sun Liangwen as a resident singer in the bar, and Ning Feiyang was just a follower who opened his eyes. Who would have thought that they would suddenly change and they would both be singers. Not to mention fourth-tier singers, they would also have a concert at the Hongkou Stadium.
Unbelievable!
Wu Jiayi's face was burning, but for the sake of domestic business, he still said shamelessly: "Liangwen, look...my husband is..."
Before they could speak, Ning Feiyang interrupted and said with a sneer: "I'm so sorry. Our concert venue is relatively large and we hire only domestic professionals. Foreigners may not be that good."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left.
The rest of the people followed, changed to a private room, and continued eating and drinking.
In the evening.
Ning Feiyang got the ticket from Ding Wanqing, found out the hotel where Ji Xiangyong was staying, and drove there.
In the parking lot downstairs, he opened his clairvoyance eyes and stared at Ji Xiangyong's every move.
Ten minutes later, Ji Xiangyong, his assistant and others came down.
Ning Feiyang destroyed the disguise card and drove over, walking side by side with them.
He saw the opportunity, took out a few nails, poured his breath into them, and shot them out.
Bang! Bang!
Ji Xiangyong's car had a flat tire and quickly veered off the track. The driver relied on his superb skills to slowly stop the car and prevent it from overturning.
Even so, Ji Xiangyong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"What's going on?" Ji Xiangyong said angrily.
"The car had a flat tire, and it was caused by a nail." The driver answered truthfully.
Ji Xiangyong got off the car and said angrily: "There were so many cars in front that didn't have a flat tire, but when it was our turn, the car had a flat tire. What happened?"
"I don't know either." The driver was a little depressed, but it was not his fault.
After Ji Xiangyong finished speaking, his face changed drastically and became extremely ugly.
There were so many cars, but their car had a nail and a flat tire. It couldn't be a coincidence.
There were at least eight nails stuck in the two tires!
Could it be Ning Feiyang's fault?
Ji Xiangyong trembled when he thought of this.
"Mr. Ji, calm down. I'll contact the car right now. You have a concert later, so you can't be careless," the assistant said.
Ji Xiangyong nodded slightly.
He also knew this truth, but he still felt uneasy until he was backstage at the concert.
At this moment, Ning Feiyang was already humming a ditty, put on staff clothes, and sneaked into the backstage.
He had eleven thousand ways to teach Ji Xiangyong a lesson, but Ning Feiyang did not use them easily. He wanted to torture the other party and let him experience the feeling of despair.
Time passed by, and there were only ten minutes left before the concert started.
I have to say that Ji Xiangyong is still quite popular. The venue was full and the fans were very enthusiastic.
"Mr. Ji, your water." Ning Feiyang said.
He is an extremely cautious person, especially before large-scale performances. He is very cautious about eating and drinking, and his assistant has brought him water beforehand.
Today was different. The car had a flat tire. He was so nervous that he ignored the matter. He unscrewed the lid and took a few sips.
Ning Feiyang took advantage of him not paying attention and took away the remaining water, with a faint evil smile on his lips.
The concert officially begins.
Ji Xiangyong made a brilliant appearance, and his melodious singing voice immediately sounded, winning rounds of applause from the fans.
Halfway through the song, he noticed something was wrong and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
Soon, a rumbling sound came, and I felt uncomfortable in my stomach. It quickly affected my voice, and it was obvious that it was out of tune.
The fans at the scene were all stunned. What happened? Ji Xiangyong was actually out of tune?
Before the song was completely over, Ji Xiangyong had already run to the backstage with an ugly face.
"Mr. Ji, what's going on? This song isn't finished yet?" the assistant said nervously. There was something wrong with the first song.
"My stomach feels uncomfortable." Ji Xiangyong went straight to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, he came out.
"Hurry up, the fans are waiting." the assistant urged.
Ji Xiangyong had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on stage. He had just sang the second song for two minutes, but his stomach couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only say sorry and hurriedly left the stage. (To be continued)