radiothebook Chapter 370 Spontaneous Support
Chapter 370 Spontaneous Support
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the playground of the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai had turned into a volcano about to erupt.
Jiang Bai, shirtless, was setting up the last few audio devices, exuding a kind of salted fish beauty reminiscent of a model worker.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another large group of people pouring in from the direction of the school gate.
This group of people is strange.
Unlike the neatly arranged young women who followed Zhang Dali in earlier, holding colorful light boards.
This group includes people of all ages.
Several elderly men with gray hair, dressed in old-fashioned Zhongshan suits, were looking around aimlessly while pushing up their reading glasses.
There were also a few people dressed in suits, looking like high-level executives giving orders in CBD office buildings, with briefcases in their hands, as if they had just finished get off work.
"Whose fans are these people???"
Just as Jiang Bai was wondering.
He suddenly noticed that the popularity score on the system panel had increased much more than before.
"Where did all this popularity come from? Am I popular again?"
"Tongzi, do you know why?"
[Ding! Host, you'll know if you check Weibo.]
"Weibo?"
Jiang Bai's heart skipped a beat. He quickly crouched down in the shadows backstage and furtively pulled out his phone.
Open Weibo, and the hashtag #JiangBaizhiPerformance, Shanghai Theatre Academy Stage Fundraising# has become incredibly popular, directly welding itself to the top of the trending searches.
After Jiang Bai opened the document, he understood the whole picture.
"Holy crap! Are these netizens reincarnated microscopes? They can even dig up the background character I played?"
Because of the treasure-hunting tagging from various big directors and stars, fans across the internet are in an extremely excited yet humble state of searching.
Jiang Bai felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the comments.
[Help! Does the goddess Bai Zhi live in a primeval forest? Why doesn't she even have a Weibo account?]
[Any big-name directors are tagging nothing, while we believers can only kowtow to those blurry screenshots. Is this reasonable?]
Does anyone have Bai Zhi's contact information? Please help her register a Weibo account! I'm begging you!
Registering for Weibo? Dream on!
"Weibo requires real-name authentication!"
"I accidentally clicked an application, and the system popped up a message saying 'Gender: Male.' Tomorrow's trending topic won't be 'Goddess Descends,' but 'Brother-in-law Deceives All of Humanity's Feelings!'"
He wiped the cold sweat from his face and muttered to himself:
"Tongzi, look at this, netizens these days are just too idle."
"My sister, Jiang Baizhi, is a very well-behaved girl. She rarely uses her phone except for singing and calligraphy practice!"
"Not only does she not have a Weibo account, she probably doesn't even know what a match-3 game is!"
"So registering for Weibo or something, impossible, absolutely impossible!"
[Ding! Good girl? Not playing on your phone? Host, take a look at that phone in your pocket that's maxed out at Candy Crush. Doesn't your conscience bother you?]
"I'd rather die than not register with my real name!"
Jiang Bai was feeling smug when the system suddenly broadcast a set of data that almost made him jump out of his skin.
[Ding! Thanks to the generous donations from loyal fans and enthusiastic followers across the internet, the total amount of donations currently registered under Jiang Baizhi's name has reached 316 million yuan!]
"How much?! Three million six hundred thousand?!"
Jiang Bai's eyes widened, and he almost dropped his phone on his foot.
"I haven't even gone on stage yet! I haven't even opened my mouth to sing! And I've already made three million?!"
[Host, please don't underestimate your influence in China. Although you don't have many official works, your popularity has already surpassed that of second-tier celebrities!]
Upon hearing this, Jiang Bai was overjoyed.
"Hehe, I originally thought that Zhang Dali and his group of senior female students and celebrities came with their own fans to torture me, but now it seems..."
Jiang Bai looked up at the fans and passersby of all ages who were looking around in the playground.
"I'm the one who truly has a built-in fanbase! And they're all big shots who can casually toss over hundreds of thousands in checks!"
"These people are my fans; they came specifically for me!"
"I'm so happy to have supporters!"
He even saw several old men not far away, bowing earnestly to the life-size standee of Jiang Baizhi, each holding a talisman in their hands.
They seemed to think that if Goddess Baizhi opened her mouth tonight, they could instantly return to their twenties.
Just as Jiang Bai was feeling delighted, he suddenly noticed that some of the people in the group were acting strangely.
They were carrying large and small bags, walking in a hurry, as if they were going to a market.
Are these people his fans too?
I just don't know why this appearance is so strange.
Before Jiang Bai could react, he saw the group of people stop under the shade of a tree not far from the school gate.
Several elderly men wearing faded white shirts expertly pulled out folding stools from their pockets and sat down.
Immediately afterwards, several college students with flushed faces pulled out a pile of materials from a huge woven bag.
Those were dozens of bundles of plastic inflatable sticks printed with the name "Jiang Baizhi".
There are also shiny pink heart-shaped sticks.
Next, they had a very clear division of labor.
The elderly men and women were in charge of inflating the plastic rods, and the way they puffed out their cheeks and strained so hard was even more serious than someone practicing Tai Chi.
The young students were responsible for distributing the pre-filled support items to every passerby entering the venue, constantly recommending them:
"Senior, take one! Let's cheer for our goddess Bai Zhi!"
"Big brother, these are charity sale items, they're free. Just remember to shout a few more slogans for Bai Zhi later!"
It turns out that these people organized themselves to distribute support materials to his fans.
Looking at those faces, soaked with sweat but brimming with enthusiasm, Jiang Bai felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart, which had been somewhat weary from being forced to work. His nose even started to sting.
There was no professional brokerage firm to manage the project, and no big spender to invest in a customized solution.
This is just a plastic stick that costs a few cents, and even the three characters "Jiang Baizhi" printed on it are a bit blurry.
But at this moment, Jiang Bai thought this thing was even better looking than the light sticks held by other celebrity fans.
"I never imagined in my life that being Jiang Baizhi would bring such heavy pressure."
Jiang Bai took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming sharp and devilish:
"Those celebrity seniors have the capital to spend money and the team to control the situation."
"But behind me, I have a group of family members who are willing to cheer me on and shed tears for me!"
"If I don't tear this playground down tonight for this plastic stick, I'll write my name backwards!"
"System, open the shop for me!"
Jiang Bai looked at the countless zeros on the panel and spoke with unprecedented arrogance:
"Upgrade that [Intermediate Dance Mastery] skill! Go straight to [Advanced]!"
"And also, that 'classical elegance' thing, 'specialized fan dance techniques'... anything that can turn 'Red Wish' into a masterpiece, apply it all to it!"
[Ding! 100,000 popularity points deducted! [Advanced Dance Mastery] Loading...]
[Ding! 50,000 popularity points deducted! [Classical Charm: A Fleeting Glimpse] Loading successful!]
[Ding! 30,000 popularity points deducted! The [Folding Fan Dance: Iron Horse and Golden Spear] enhancement pack has been distributed!]