After the rehearsal, Han Sen and others left surrounded by many staff members.

Someone took a photo and someone asked for an autograph.

Almost all those who heard this song during rehearsal thought from the bottom of their hearts that Han Sen will become a great man in the future.

Before leaving, director Xu Zongze clasped Han Sen with one hand and patted Han Sen's shoulder with the other, and sighed: "Senzai, this is the first time I know that a person's talent can be so outstanding. Although the Qin Dynasty and Migratory Birds have not yet rehearsed, I actually know that they cannot compare to Jinghong Band, and even more so that they can't compare to you. In the future, you may have been soaring to 90,000 miles. Whether you win or not, you must remember that Xiangjiang Star is your parents' home, and TVB's door will always be open to you."

Xu Zongze was not blind, and he knew that there were many people from brokerage companies waiting for him in the lobby on the first floor, wanting to sign Han Sen under his command. Even several major companies in the mainland clearly expressed their intentions.

But at the beginning, Xu Zongze felt that these people had passed. Although "Friendship Years" and "Glorious Years" were greatly welcomed, if you really want to become a popular superstar, you have to follow the steps and do it step by step, and it is impossible to achieve it overnight.

Among them, many amazing people have died. Those who have passed the waves and stayed until the end are the final winners. In terms of talent, intelligence and means, they are definitely not something that ordinary companies can control.

But now, Xu Zongze finally understood that when the temptation of a piece of cake is enough to make people take the risk of rushing, then this piece of cake must be not an ordinary cake.

Just like Han Sen in front of him, he is definitely not Han Sen as he used to be himself and even the public.

Han Sen was a little surprised by the director's sudden enthusiasm, but nodded and said, "I understand, Director Xu, don't worry, if I can make a name for myself in the future, I will definitely not forget Director Xu's teachings and encouragement today."

Xu Zongze's eyes lit up and he couldn't stop smiling: "Okay, okay, since you understand, I won't talk much nonsense. I actually have two variety shows in my hands. When the finals tomorrow end, Senzai, no matter whether you are the champion or not, you must come to my show as soon as possible."

"Sure." Han Sen agreed immediately.

When he left, Wu Yu was full of excitement, "Brother Sen, is Director Xu very optimistic about us?"

Ge Qingqi snorted: "Director Xu is a sensible person. He knows that our Brother Sen will be popular in the future. This is to hand over Brother Sen in advance."

Zhong Juntao was a little worried, he was a little pessimistic: "I feel that there is something in Director Xu's words. What he means is that we may not be the champion tomorrow."

"Impossible!" Wu Yu shouted: "You haven't seen the reaction of the staff in the audience during our rehearsal? Those who have never seen the world almost called us the champion."

"This is true, I noticed it too."

Zhong Juntao nodded slightly.

Ge Qingqi frowned: "Is there a dark side?"

Han Sen shook his head: "Don't think about it, what should come will come, just be prepared to face all changes at any time."

Everyone thought about it, so they stopped discussing it.

When I left, I met the members of the Forest Fan Club gathering downstairs.

Looking around, there were about forty or fifty people. Among them, the president Zhang He set up a publicity table in front of him, while the fans held small flags in their hands and sent leaflets to passers-by.

The leaflets are printed with portraits of the members of Jinghong Band, each of them is heroic. In addition, there are related introductions from members, from their height to their academic background, and their works since their debut, all of which are clearly listed on it.

Wu Yu picked up a leaflet that was thrown aside by passers-by, and suddenly he felt a little enthusiastic.

In the past, he was addicted to music and entertained himself, and never knew how to interact with fans. Now, seeing these young people who were not familiar with each other and willing to spend time to promote the leader in order to wait for others, Wu Yu suddenly had goose bumps on his arm, and his heart was shocked endlessly.

"What are they trying to do?"

Zhong Juntao muttered to himself.

Ge Qingqi was also a little moved and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Han Sen said calmly: "Why do you think our rehearsal can be recognized by Director Xu and the on-site staff today?"

"Why?"

"Because our works can bring them strength and touch, this is the meaning of our existence, and any emotion that goes to each other makes sense, so you see what they do for you and me now is the positive feedback they give us."

...

When Li Qiang received the call from Wu Yu, he was discussing with his wife about the two days off work, and made a special trip to pick up Han Sen and others to get off work.

My wife complained for a while: "I don't understand you. The finals are their business. What does it have to do with you? Will their company not arrange a better car to pick it up? Who will bear the loss if you delay your sports car?"

"You don't understand." Li Qiang sighed and said, "Han Sen and their company are so bad. The Jinghong Band is obviously so good, but the company's senior management just wants to suppress them and hide them. I really can't stand such a bloodthirsty company. I want to support Han Sen."

"Isn't it because you empathize?" My wife said quietly: "Your first job was to be constantly exploited by that company. Before you left the job, you were asked to pay a lot of work loss. If your friends were not just righteous, I would stand up for you..."

"Don't mention the old past."

At this time, Li Qiang received a call from Wu Yu, so he immediately stood up, put on his waist bag, picked up the car keys and prepared to quickly pick Han Sen and others off work.

"A Qiang!"

Behind me, my wife walked out of the dark alley and shouted, "I don't care what you want to do, I support you because I am your wife, but..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Qiang drove the taxi and slowly disappeared into his eyes.

...

Li Qiang's driving skills are excellent. After receiving the call from Wu Yu, he took a shortcut and kicked the accelerator. He arrived in front of the TVB building in just over ten minutes.

Han Sen and others were smiling and chatting with Zhang Heyi and a group of fans and friends, taking photos, and even passers-by couldn't help but run over to check it out.

Li Qiang honked the horn, then walked out of the car and looked at them with a smile.

"Okay, let's go, see you tomorrow."

Wu Yu learned from the master in the martial arts drama and bowed to the group of friends in front of him, then shook the broken hair on his forehead in an extremely coquettish way, and walked towards the slightly worn red taxi.

Han Sen really wanted to kick this kid in the back.

When Zhang Heyi and others saw the taxi, they were a little confused, and at the same time they felt a little angry.

"Did the company not even arrange a car for them?"

"I knew Miracle Company was not a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be so bad!"

"I actually let Han Sen and the others take a taxi! I cried~~"

"I hope Han Sen can get the attention of the company after winning the championship! Or just change jobs! Even if he goes to the mainland to develop, I am willing to support them!"

"I do, too!"

"Miracle Media is one of the top big-name companies in China. I didn't expect that it would be so stingy to treat its artists. I must expose them."

"At this time, I was so angry that I was so angry!"

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation and were full of blood and wanted to run to Miracle Media to protest.

Zhang Heyi also felt a little blood pressure rise. She took a deep breath and looked at Han Sen and others with some distress as they bent over and squeezed into the small and broken taxi one by one.

Is there any way to help them?

Zhang He thought hard.

...

It will be late at this time.

After receiving all members of Jinghong Band, Li Qiang drove away and sent Ge Qingqi, Zhong Juntao, Wu Yu and others to their respective residences.

When he was finally sent off Han Sen, neither of them noticed an off-road vehicle quietly following behind him.

However, Han Sen suddenly became alert.

Because the phone was buzzing and vibrating, an anonymous text message came.

"careful!!!"

Han Sen frowned. He did not think it was a prank. First of all, his number is completely private. Apart from a few relatives and friends, strangers could not know it at all. Secondly, not long ago, agent Zhao Yixin also sent a text message to remind himself.

“Pull over.”

Han Sen said.

"Well? Senzai, you haven't arrived home yet!"

Li Qiang was puzzled, but he still parked the car on the side of the road and turned to look at Han Sen: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay." Han Sen glanced at his phone and finally shook his head, "Brother Qiang, you go back first, it's not far from home, I want to walk around alone."

Li Qiang suddenly realized that Han Sen might want to be alone and look for creative inspiration, so he showed an ambiguous look that I am also a talented man and I understand you...

Han Sen was amused and crying, but before getting off the car, he looked at the environment in the car and finally picked up an umbrella placed in the back row: "Brother Qiang, I'll use the umbrella and I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

"It didn't rain today!" Li Qiang looked at the weather in confusion: "But if you like it, take it, don't pay it back. There are still several more at home."

Han Sen got off the bus without explanation.

I took a look at the surrounding environment a little.

At this time, the sky was dark and the neon lights on the roadside began to light up one by one. This metropolis, which was full of cyberpunk flavor at night, showed its unique side of the world.

Han Sen looked down at his phone, then mingled among the crowd and walked towards his way home.

Not far behind him, in an off-road vehicle, five tall and strong men looked at each other: "What's the situation? Are you still hitting it?"

"I'll ask the fat boy..."

After a moment.

"The plan changes, just do it."

As soon as they finished speaking, a few people quickly got out of the car. In the bustling crowd, they looked at each other with their own people on the other side of the street corner, and then they quickly turned around and walked quickly in the direction of Han Sen's walking.

at the same time.

Han Sen moved his body while walking, trying to pull the entire body away.

He kept beating and started the warm-up movement of free fighting. After a moment, he felt that his legs and feet gradually became hot, "It's not enough."

He moved his muscles and bones again, and quickly raised his whole body.

The moment he saw the message reminding him, Han Sen had a premonition that something would happen tonight.

...

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