At this moment, with the chorus of thousands of people in the audience, all the audience's adrenaline surged, and a spiritual collision between people made the fans burst into tears.

Next, a series of familiar Cantonese songs such as "Broad Sea and Sky", "Trouble Song", "Walking on the Road of Life", etc., were played. With the blessing of live sound effects, everyone was so excited that many people stood up.

While singing a loud chorus, he shook the support light in his hand crazily.

Tens of thousands of people continued to shout, making the entire concert venue more popular.

Even Zheng Qian's forehead was stained with sweat at this time. The scene of beads of sweat gently rolling down his neck was clearly visible on the big screen. The shirt that clung to his chest was soaked with sweat.

The presence of the slightest hint of abdominal muscles made many female fans at the scene look straight in the eyes and scream with all their strength. If the venue was not so crowded, these little girls would probably rush onto the stage regardless of everything.

"Zheng Qian! Zheng Qian! Zheng Qian!"

"Qianzi is so awesome, every song is so nice."

"It's so hard. Look at him, there's so much sweat on his body..."

"I really want to lick it..."

"???"

"You are so disgusting!!"

"I just want that towel to wipe my sweat with..."

"These abdominal muscles, the outline of my back, these crystal beads of sweat, ah, I'm dead!"

"I can lick him until he doubts his life!!!"

"awesome!"

"I admire you!"

At this moment, the entire Red Hall was like a huge furnace.

The faces of the fans were all flushed by the steamy atmosphere around them, and sweat fell down their faces like rain. However, their eyes were not sluggish, but they stared at Li Qing on the stage very energetically.

They were all excited and murmuring...

The central air-conditioning and fresh air systems in the clubhouse are working hard, but even so, because there are too many people on site, the slightest bit of cool air does not play any role in cooling and ventilation.

Many people couldn't bear the temperature and wanted to get up and go to the bathroom to tidy up. However, because the corridor was also full of people, if they wanted to go out, these people had to stand up and get out of the way. For a while, the entire stadium seemed noisy.

of.

Soon, Zheng Qian discovered this scene on the stage, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Similar scenes have happened many times in previous lives. During concerts, due to too many people, too much heat, and severe lack of oxygen, many audience members fainted.

Although nothing unusual happened now, he couldn't take the risk.

After the song "Red Sun", Zheng Qian asked the guest Zhang Guoran to take over in advance. He quickly found the person in charge of the Hung Hom Gymnasium and asked them to find ways to adjust the crowded situation in the gymnasium to avoid stampedes.

"Qianzi, this is probably not possible. Every audience member has bought a ticket. They have the right to stay in the venue, and they also have the right to allocate their personal freedom. This is their human right. If you want to gain access to the concert,

If you don't have enough space, you can only forcefully evacuate them, which will definitely violate their human rights. Moreover, these audiences are your loyal fans. Do you have the heart to disperse your fans?"

A middle-aged man with silver-rimmed eyes, slightly sparse hair, and a somewhat mean appearance said with a smile.

His name is Ren Jiaquan, and he is the general manager of the Hung Hom Stadium Operations Department. He is slightly thin. Although he is smiling, when he speaks to Zheng Qian, his tone is noncommittal, and even... there is a trace of confusion.

care.

Although Zheng Qian is a popular singer in Hong Kong and is very popular, Ren Jia is one of the actual people in charge of the Coliseum. With the support of various internal resources of the Coliseum, he is also very prestigious in the Hong Kong music scene. In terms of status, he is

It is also an existence that many people look up to in the industry.

However, this also has a lot to do with Zheng Qian's rapid rise to fame and unstable foundation.

Under such a situation, if it were a king-level artist like Andy Lau, Ren Jiaquan would definitely not refuse it directly.

At this time, Wan Feng, Ren Xin and others noticed the situation and quickly came over.

Zheng Qian took the mineral water from Ren Xin and poured water on his face from top to bottom to remove the heat on the body surface. Then, he threw the mineral water bottle in his hand into the trash can, then turned around,

The leather shoes under his feet made a crisp sound on the floor, and he walked step by step in front of Ren Jiaqian.

Because of his height advantage, when he looked at Ren Jiaquan, his eyes were a bit condescending.

At this moment, Zheng Qian actually exuded a breathtaking aura.

This kind of momentum was something that Wan Feng, Ren Xin and others had never seen before, so that many people present were shocked.

"What happened?" Wan Feng had a premonition that something was not good and asked quickly.

However, Zheng Qian did not answer. He just stood in front of Ren Jiaqian, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "Do you need me to repeat it again?"

At this time, Ren Jiaquan was oppressed by Zheng Qian's sudden momentum, and his brain was instantly confused.

That smooth Mandarin tone sounded strange.

But the warning hint in it made Ren Jiaquan tremble slightly in his heart.

Damn it! How dare a mainlander in his early twenties have such an attitude towards me...

After Ren Jiaquan came to his senses, he became furious instantly.

Just as he was about to say something, Wan Feng stopped him and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Ren, what's going on? The concert is going on now. Is there anything we can't talk about until the concert is over?"

You don’t ask your artists, but you ask me?

Ren Jiaquan raised his eyebrows when he saw Wan Feng.

But when I thought about the other party's identity, I calmed down a little. After all, he was the music director of Universal Music, so I didn't want to offend him, so he briefly explained the whole story.

Wan Feng frowned when he heard this, "Is that all?"

Ren Jiaquan took a deep breath and said: "This is no small matter, Mr. Wan, if you are a fan now and paid a high price to come to your idol's concert, but for some reason, you were forcibly persuaded to leave midway..."

"Stop! Doesn't this happen often? Mr. Ren, don't tell me you don't know how to solve it."

Wan Feng stared at Ren Jiaquan and said: "Zheng Qian asked you to find a way. It's not that this audience should leave the venue. You have people send mineral water to all the audience members to heat them up. At the same time, you have people bring in some spare air conditioners and add more immediately.

Manpower, clear the green channel... isn’t this a basic operation?”

Ren Jiaquan was about to speak but stopped.

Is this Wan Feng really able to stand and talk without pain in his back, and can he drink mineral water for free?

At the same time, he was also a little surprised in his heart. In the current situation, Wan Feng seemed to be unable to control Zheng Qian...

It’s no wonder that Ren Jiaquan thinks this way. In the eyes of many people in the industry in Hong Kong, Universal Music has sent Zheng Qian multiple albums in succession. Isn’t that a Universal artist?

"If you didn't sell scalping tickets privately, how could this happen?"

At this time, Ren Xin understood the situation and said angrily: "The concert is only halfway through, but the crowded conditions of the auditorium and the high temperature can easily cause shock. Once someone is exhausted and collapses,

, a stampede occurred, Mr. Ren, who will bear the consequences?"

"I'll take it!" Ren Jiaquan said without even thinking.

"You bear it?"

Ren Xin paused, and then asked loudly: "Then how should we calculate the loss of Zheng Qian's reputation?"

Reputation loss?

Ren Jiaquan pushed up the frames of his glasses and said seriously to Zheng Qian: "Qianzi, don't worry, no matter what happens, all related losses will be borne by our Hong Kong Coliseum..."

"That's easy for you to say!"

Ren Xin scolded: "Do you think things will be so simple?"

Ren Jiaquan naturally knew that things would not be that simple. Once a stampede occurred or there were casualties during the concert, Zheng Qian would be pushed to the forefront in an instant. If he was not careful, he would be used as a weapon to annihilate him by those with vested interests.

weapon of public opinion.

According to the writings of some unscrupulous media, no matter what happened at the scene, whether it was related to the person involved or not, it actually doesn't matter, because they will always fabricate the most incredible plots from the most incredible angles.

As long as the incident is real, then how to spread it is not their concern.

Under the influence of others, this is an invisible sword, which will have unpredictable consequences for Zheng Qian's personal reputation.

"I have encountered this situation many times. Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. A concert only lasts more than two hours, and time flies by. The human body is not that fragile..."

Ren Jiaquan said with certainty: "The audience can definitely hold on until they leave."

But Zheng Qian said no more.

He had just witnessed many audience members sweating profusely. It might be because the chorus was too strenuous. Some people even felt like they were going to pass out soon. Although he had no experience in holding concerts, he was familiar with a person's mental state.

Judgment, but very experienced.

The concert is now less than halfway through, and it's still a long time before it ends. He can't just watch his fans suffer like this.

Seeing that both parties were insisting, Wan Feng said: "Let's each take a step back. Mr. Ren, you immediately have someone bring in the backup air conditioner. As for the audience's mineral water costs, we, Universal Music, will pay for it."

"OK, listen to you."

When Ren Jiaquan heard this, he no longer insisted. Anyway, as long as it was not his own money, it would be fine. The backup air conditioner was already there, so it was just a waste of electricity.

Before leaving, he looked at Zheng Qian again.

He found that this Zheng Qian was a little different.
To be continued...