Chinese entertainment industry has been booming since 2008.

As the sun sets and the midday bells chime leisurely in the distance, the twelve o'clock sunlight gilds the Raccoon Voice's exclusive dressing room with a layer of gold.

At the entrance to the live broadcast venue, a young man in work clothes peeked in, muttering to himself, "He probably won't come."

The person in work clothes is Li Feng, the staff member arranged by Raccoon Voice to specifically receive Zhang Yang.

Li Feng's reason for having such thoughts was naturally the same as those online trolls, who believed that Zhang Yang had no singing ability whatsoever, was just talking big before, and would definitely run away at the last minute when the time came.

But he still had to make a living, so even if he harbored resentment, he still had to do his job well.

Just as Li Feng was muttering to himself, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

What did he see? He actually saw Zhang Yang driving up! How dare he? Was he really not afraid of being exposed for lip-syncing?

The appearance of the black van drew the attention of those around it, and under everyone's gaze, it smoothly parked in front of the stadium gate.

Li Feng hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. Zhang Yang got out of the car and waved to the swarming fans. Then, escorted by security personnel, he entered the live broadcast venue.

Upon arriving at the dressing room, Zhang Yang sat in front of the mirror. The makeup artist opened the professional kit, and upon seeing this, Zhang Yang discussed his look for the live stream with the makeup artist and stylist.

After finishing a phone call, Sun Yu walked over with a gloomy expression: "Brother Yang, Wang Xiaoer has made another move. They've bribed two staff members on site to create a power outage when you sing 'The Mute'."

A flash of anger crossed Zhang Yang's eyes, and he said in a somewhat cold voice, "Let Mr. Zheng from Raccoon Voice handle this."

Meanwhile, Raccoon Voice's security team had already taken control of the two bribed employees. Zheng Hui personally oversaw the command center, speaking into the walkie-talkie: "Activate the highest level of security plan. Lock all equipment and wiring, and activate the backup power dual circuit."

At 3 p.m., fans began to enter the venue.

Although tickets for the Raccoon Voice event are free, some unscrupulous individuals sell these free tickets to scalpers. By then, scalpers outside the venue have already inflated the price of tickets to 5000 yuan each, leaving those who sold their tickets for 1000 yuan filled with regret.

Inside the venue, the starry sky lights, meticulously designed by Raccoon Voice, have been lit up and are slowly rotating on the stage.

.....

The time has come to 18:30.

The directing team conducted a final check of the process. The voices of everyone in their positions came through the earpieces, the cameraman carefully wiped the lens, and the lighting technician repeatedly adjusted the angle. Everyone was going all out to present the most perfect Zhang Yang.

Standing in the shadows backstage, Zhang Yang could faintly hear the subtle sounds of the audience talking. Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang closed his eyes, imagining the moment he would meet thousands of viewers.

The director began the countdown, the spotlights were in place, and the music started playing softly. Zhang Yang opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, his demeanor composed, as if the essence of autumn had been condensed in this moment. He gently adjusted his cuffs, a perfectly curved smile playing on his lips, and took a step forward.

The lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, leaving only a beam of cold white spotlight that pierced the darkness like a sharp sword, precisely enveloping the lone figure walking towards the center of the stage.

The next second, the entire venue lit up with tiny blue-silver lights, and within a few breaths, it formed an "artificial sea of ​​stars".

"You come from the sea of ​​stars, and we gather to form the heavens for you!"

"Zhang Yang, you are our only guiding star!"

No matter how far apart we are, stardust will always be with us!

The fans' unified chants stirred up Zhang Yang's previously calm heart once again.

Meanwhile, most of the netizens watching the live stream were stunned. They did not expect Zhang Yang's fans to be so crazy. Many of his detractors were even more excited, and they had already begun to imagine the scenes they would love to see.

As the spotlight fell, Zhang Yang stood quietly in the center of the stage. He smiled slightly at the camera, slowly took the microphone off the stand, and delivered the opening that caused a sensation across the internet.

Some people say that Zhang Yang's popularity is entirely due to auto-tuning.

hum!

Whether at the scene or watching the live stream online, everyone was stunned. They were all caught off guard by this unexpected frankness.

Zhang Yang stood in the center of the stage, his eyes clear and bright, a calm smile playing on his lips, as if what he had just said was not a thunderclap, but an ordinary greeting.

"That's right, you guessed correctly."

The sentence echoed in the silence, carrying a peculiar penetrating power.

The next moment, before anyone could react, he closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his gaze had become focused and profound.

"Now, please enjoy the masterpiece of a million-dollar sound engineer."

Without any pre-recorded music or accompaniment, he spoke into the microphone, his clear and melodious voice flowing out like a mountain stream.

It is an extremely challenging selection from "Opera 2", with a very wide vocal range and distinct emotional layers.

At first, it was a soft, gentle singing, like moonlight flowing, with each transition smooth and natural; then the tone rose, like a lark soaring high, pausing steadily at the highest note, the voice clear and magnetic, with a stable metallic quality, without any hoarseness or exhaustion; finally, the last note slowly ended, the lingering sound echoing in the studio.

When the song ended, Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

After a moment of deathly silence, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause, almost lifting the roof off.

The comments in the live stream were like a flood bursting its banks.

"Is this even possible with auto-tuning?!"

"I'm sorry, I was speaking too loudly!"

"Hey, where's Heizi? Come out here! Does this slap in the face from that a cappella performance hurt?"

"A million-dollar sound engineer? No, this is a voice that comes along only once in a billion years!"

.....

In Wang Xiaoer's office at Huayi, the cigarette in his hand fell directly onto his thigh, burning him so badly that he cried out in pain.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"It's fake, it's fake."

Wang Xiaoer knew he had lost, lost completely. All the methods he had arranged were now useless. Even if he continued to slander Zhang Yang, it would only prove one thing: that he, Wang Xiaoer, was an idiot.

After the applause subsided, Zhang Yang spoke again calmly, his voice carrying through the microphone to every corner: "You guessed right, this was pre-recorded. It took a million sound engineers a week to prepare. You see me speaking, but I'm actually lip-syncing."

Zhang Yang's self-deprecating humor amused the passersby watching the live stream.

The applause erupted once again, wave after wave. He raised his hand and gestured to press the button, and once the room quieted down again, his gaze calmly swept across the entire audience. His voice, coming through the microphone, carried a unique penetrating power: "I know that in this industry, ability is often the easiest thing to overlook."

He walked slowly to the edge of the stage, the lights following his silhouette.

"Some say I rely on capital, some say I rely on luck, and today some say I rely on auto-tuning." He chuckled lightly, a laugh devoid of anger, only a detached indifference born of worldly wisdom. "Actually, you're all right."

A slight commotion arose again from the audience; everyone was confused by Zhang Yang's words.