The words fell.
Familiar music started playing.
At the sa ti.
The light rain fell from the sky above the venue, just like before. If it had drifted slowly before, now it seed as though the speed button had been pressed. The density was lower and did not block the audience’s view.
Many audience mbers noticed sothing different.
Amidst the accompanint.
There were a few... noises?
At that mont, Liu Tianwang began to sing:
"Am I waiting for a girl?"
"Or am I waiting to sink into the bitter sea?"
"A love quietly irrigated."
"No one cares if flowers fade or bloom."
"..."
At first, everything seed normal.
But when he sang:
"Cold ice rain hits my face chaotically."
"Warm tears mix with the cold rain."
Whoosh, whoosh.
They finally realized what the earlier noise was—it was the sound of rain.
It had been faint earlier.
But after this line, it suddenly grew louder.
Blue light dots rushed down faster and more densely than before, blossoming on the ground. Accompanied by the lyrics, the sounds of wind, rain, and even faint thunder roared through, perfectly matching the context of the song.
The crowd went wild again.
"You can perform like this?"
"This rain is insane."
"It would be perfect if there was a sense of touch."
"If touch were added, it would need to be real rain, or you’d have to wear a sensory device. Current technology can’t achieve that level yet, but you can’t rule out the possibility for tomorrow."
"Given the progress of cutting-edge technology in recent years, I’ve stopped viewing the world through normal eyes."
"You an your perspective is abnormal now?"
"... Get lost."
...
The front row.
"Truly fitting," Chai Ren stretched out his hand.
The light dots blossod in his palm.
As one of the first test users of "Ti," he had only used its communication function before. Thinking back to the ten scenarios from the press conference and comparing them to what he was witnessing now, Chai Ren realized he had underestimated the potential of "Ti."
"It would be great if there were cold wind to match. For ice rain, at least there should be so chill," Bao Kaiyu joked.
Without waiting for Tang Qing’s response.
Zheng Lin hurriedly explained, "That’s likely a practical consideration. If cold wind caused people to catch a cold, it’d be too realistic—never mind the risks, the audience might protest collectively."
"Haha, true enough."
If people actually got sick, it would be a disaster.
Finally.
The song ended with the line "the girl I love most."
Cheers erupted from the audience.
On stage.
Liu Tianwang looked satisfied with the results of the performance. He felt it might spark resentnt. Once the audience got used to concerts like this, the cost of organizing concerts for others would inevitably increase.
Without comparison.
There’s no way to highlight disparity.
One song finished.
The next began imdiately.
"Today."
A similarly popular song. Amid the current flood of diocre songs, Tang Qing had once composed so tracks himself. He had planned to give them to his company but ultimately held back.
"I’ve traveled the world only to find it’s far from perfect."
"How vast are the seas, how deep are the rivers, only those within can understand."
"If you want to fly high, you must forget the horizon."
"After waiting so long, today has finally co; after dreaming so long, the dream has finally been realized—boundless possibilities lie ahead of ."
Each verse passed by the listeners’ ears.
Tang Qing was filled with emotion.
To experience it live.
It was truly sothing special.
The oriented voice transmission paired with near-perfect sound quality made many people’s eyes grow misty. The power of music has a magic that can hit directly at the soul.
Three hours later.
The concert concluded.
The holographic image concert application instantly caught fire. What once was purely an auditory feast now included a visual spectacular. As soon as the concert ended, tickets for the next five tour concerts were imdiately sold out.
Many people were offering to buy tickets at high prices.
This delighted the scalpers.
As for this.
Liu Tianwang couldn’t do much.
The current ticketing system couldn’t stop scalpers from interfering, nor could it regulate them effectively. However, he believed that as holographic imaging beca more widespread, public enthusiasm wouldn’t remain as intensely high.
Backstage.
The organizers called.
His assistant happily announced, "The tickets are sold out, huge success."
"Sold out is sold out, why so excited?" Liu Tianwang responded calmly. For him, concerts were only a way to maintain his reputation and give back to his fans. He wasn’t doing it for the money.
"It’d be great if there were more shows."
"You want to work to death?"
His assistant quickly clarified, "That’s not what I ant. To host the world’s first holographic image concert—that record is already in the bag."
"..."
Liu Tianwang was speechless.
Could they align their focus a little closer? It wasn’t that his assistant was off base; their perspectives just differed. The assistant naturally hoped he’d grow even more popular, but he was already at his peak, leaving little room to surpass himself.
To break through.
He could only aim for the "world."
Even Cheng Long hadn’t expanded abroad extensively. For Liu Tianwang to take his acting to the next level, there was only one possibility—securing an overseas market hit like Cot Group’s "Civilization."
Unfortunately.
"Civilization" was hard to co by.
Each installnt required a production budget of nearly 1 billion RMB.
Even the third installnt had reached 1.5 billion RMB, which was entirely out of reach for small-scale investors. Companies like HuaYi or Tangren, or even entertainnt giants in Hong Kong, could only look on.
No.
Those could only be called entertainnt companies.
An entertainnt giant?
In Huaxia, there was only one.
That was the current Cot Group, standing like a towering mountain over the entertainnt circle—a force no one could shake. The industry loved a black horse, competing between millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions.
It never gets old.
Just as it’s always been.
He used to think this was all there was to the entertainnt circle, forcing him to go with the flow. But after witnessing Cot Group’s refreshing approach, they’ve beco like a blue sea, and Liu Tianwang was sure that this represented the entertainnt industry he truly wanted to see.
He heard that the "Civilization" project would soon launch the Civilization Universe plan.
He wondered whether he could find his breakthrough there.
...
A short while later.
Tang Qing and his group arrived backstage.
"We’ll head off now. See you tomorrow," Tang Qing said.
"Alright."
Then, he saw Hu Li and a few others.
"Do you guys have plans for tomorrow? If not, co over to my place for lunch." Inviting one person was inviting—inviting a group was inviting just the sa. Tang Qing had crossed paths with Hu Li five or six tis before, so he decided to include her too.
Mostly because Lin Jiaxue lacked female company.
The group was full of n.
"Thank you, Boss Tang. We have ti," Zhen Min said quickly. The film crew had plans to leave the afternoon, but this didn’t conflict. Even if it did, it was worth it—after all, the crew belonged to the Group, and no one would make a fuss over this.
"We’ll head off now. See you."
...
After Tang Qing left.
Everyone prepared to leave.
"Sister Zhen, am I going tomorrow too?" Che Yao asked nervously.
"Of course, Boss Tang invited us as a group," Zhen Min replied with a smile. She still rembered last ti’s al at Tang Qing’s seaview villa in Sanya—a few als were all it took to completely win her stomach over, even after a year and a half.
Seeing Zhen Min smack her lips.
Che Yao thought she was thirsty.
"Alright, get ready. We’re heading to Li Li’s house tonight," Hu Li said. Her house was in Shanghai. After earning so money, instead of investing, she spent it on several properties around Shanghai. They often went there to crash.
Safe and secure.
"Got it."
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