nashuaworldcup Chapter 297 God-Level Amateur
Chapter 297 God-Level Amateur
Jiangnan Province, the control room of "The Masked Singer" on Litchi TV.
Director Li Ming was standing in front of the control panel with his hands on his hips, looking as if he wanted to do a tap dance right there.
"Director! We've broken 1.6! Our numbers are still climbing!"
The technicians' voices were hoarse from shouting, their faces beaming with the ecstatic joy of "bringing the dead back to life."
Li Ming stared intently at the figure wearing a fox mask on the monitor.
The song "The Sea" not only brought the entire audience to their knees, but also propelled this program, which was originally ranked last in viewership, to third place nationwide!
"The song 'The Sea' has already broken 1.6, if they release 'My Deskmate' later..."
Li Ming couldn't help but chuckle, his throat brimming with the exhilarating joy of a liberated serf singing a song of triumph.
"The ratings will probably head straight for 2.0!"
Just as Li Mingmei was about to lose her bearings, her cell phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.
He took it out and saw three big characters flashing on the screen: Wang Dazhong.
"Oh ho, Old Wang can't sit still anymore?"
A wicked smile crept onto Li Ming's lips.
He knows Wang Dazhong too well; that old rascal must be envious of his soaring ratings!
Li Ming slowly swiped to answer the call, but before he could even speak, Wang Dazhong's sour voice came from the other end:
"Oh, Director Li, congratulations!"
"I heard that tonight's 'King of Mask Singer' was a huge success, with drums and firecrackers going off everywhere, and the ratings were practically bursting through the ceiling?"
Li Ming deliberately feigned a nonchalant demeanor, but his tone was incredibly irritating:
"Oh, Da Zhong! Don't mention it, it's all just luck!"
"Basic procedures, don't overdo it."
"How did your recording of 'The Voice' go tonight? Did Teacher Wang Feng manage to sing his lungs out?"
"No matter how much you shout, it's useless. You still surpassed us in the ratings!"
Wang Dazhong spat on the other end of the phone in an annoyed tone, then got straight to the point, his voice becoming extremely serious and curious.
"Li Ming, given our relationship, don't try to fool me."
"Didn't you say you invited a mystery guest to save the day? You mean that silver fox on stage?"
"This singing style, this explosive power—which label's top singer is this?"
Li Ming chuckled and lowered his voice mysteriously:
"Heavenly King? No, no, no, Da Zhong, your vision is too narrow."
"To tell you the truth, that third-tier male star Zhang Dali was physically exorcised by this god within three minutes of going on stage."
"This person... is an ordinary person I personally found online!"
"Amateur?!"
Wang Dazhong was so shocked that his voice cracked.
"Are you kidding me? This level of resonance, this level of stage presence, and you're telling me it's an amateur?"
"If this were an ordinary person, all those celebrities and superstars could just disband on the spot!"
Wang Dazhong paused.
But, an ordinary person? A song suddenly became a hit and boosted the ratings?
Why does this plot sound so familiar?
In an instant, the image of his goddess-like girl, Jiang Baizhi, flashed into his mind, and he subconsciously asked:
"This strength... it's practically on par with our Jiang Baizhi!"
"Li Ming, tell me honestly, who exactly is this nobody?"
"Do you have their contact information? Maybe our two groups can collaborate sometime?"
Li Ming chuckled; this was the moment he had been waiting for!
He recalled how, a few days ago, he had humbly called Wang Dazhong, begging and pleading to find out about Jiang Baizhi, and what Wang Dazhong, that old bastard, had to say.
"Oops, bad signal, I'm hanging up..."
Then he slammed the phone down.
A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.
Li Ming felt that waiting for this day was even harder than waiting for his first love!
His lips curled into a wild smile, and he suddenly raised his voice, shouting into the microphone:
"Hey? Da Zhong! What did you say? What information?"
"Oh dear... what's wrong with me? The walls of this broadcasting building are so thick... the signal... the signal is so intermittent..."
"Li Ming, you son of a bitch! Don't try to play dumb with me!"
Wang Dazhong roared and cursed on the other end of the phone.
"Feed? Feed, feed, feed?"
"It's really not working, the signal interference is too strong!"
"Silver Fox is a rather low-key kid, that's all for now, bye!"
"Beep—beep—beep—"
The moment the phone call ended.
Li Ming could no longer hold back and burst into a near-manic laugh in the control room:
"Awesome!! That's fucking awesome!"
"Old Wang, you should experience what it's like to be 'out of the internet'!"
.......
At this time.
Backstage in Kyoto, Wang Dazhong listened to the dial tone on the phone, his face turning purple with anger, and he almost smashed the phone.
"What's with the attitude? A nobody? Humph!"
Wang Dazhong spat angrily at the blacked-out phone screen, muttering to himself as he caught his breath:
"Even if someone is incredibly skilled, can they be as skilled as Bai Zhi? She's a god with a score of 1995!"
"It's only because Bai Zhi wasn't here this time that it's your turn, you rotten monkey, to be king."
"Just you wait, when Bai Zhi returns to record 'The Voice of China,' I'm going to drain the entire internet's traffic! I'll show you what real top-tier status is!"
Despite grumbling and cursing, Wang Dazhong inexplicably found himself staring at the ratings of "The Masked Singer".
The more I look at it, the more my heart aches.
How come he didn't discover such a god-level amateur back then?
If they manage to recruit him, at least this amazing amateur can boost the ratings for the episode without Jiang Baizhi!