I just want to sell products, but you're forcing me to perform talents.

Chapter 112 The one wearing a mask must be a celebrity.

After stepping down from the stage, Ye Xian did not return to his seat, but went directly to the media section. Qiu's mother and Ding Zhan were sitting there. When they saw Ye Xian come down, they quickly handed him a bottle of water.

"Glug glug..."

Ye Xian downed half a bottle of water in one go. He couldn't drink water before going on stage, so he only drank a little to moisten his throat just before going on stage. At this moment, Ye Xian was extremely thirsty.

After finishing his water, Ye Xian casually took the orange phone from Qiu's mother and checked the live stream.

"Wow, 2 people online?"

Ye Xian was startled; this was the first time his live stream had ever had so many people.

[Hello, Brother Xian!]

[Brother Xian was so cool just now!]

[Honey, I love you!]

My husband should have sung another song!

……

Seeing the various praises, greetings, and donations from fans in the live stream, Ye Xian thanked them one by one, then pointed to the stage and said, "Everyone, watch the performance first, and we'll chat after it's over."

The singer on stage now is Tang Feng, a well-known rock singer. Director Wu placed him at the end instead of at the beginning so that he could dominate the entire event and make the ending even more perfect.

A good stage must be filled with one climax after another!

Ye Xian didn't want to ramble on in the live stream while others were performing, and besides, even though he had only sung one song, Ye Xian felt as if his body had been completely drained.

Now is the time for reflection.

I don't want to talk.

……

Tang Feng's performance, with a band, consisted of three songs in a row, which sent the entire stadium into a frenzy.

Unfortunately, while this rock music sounded quite good, it still lacked the flavor of the rock music from the otherworld in Ye Xian's memory. However, this might be because Tang Feng was only a second-tier singer.

Ye Xian listened without changing his expression, without making any comments, because the live broadcast was still ongoing.

After Tang Feng finished his performance, the event officially ended. Ye Xian got up, took his live streaming phone, and walked out with everyone, chatting with both new and old fans in the live stream as they walked.

"You guys are so heartless! You betrayed me the moment the show ended. There were 20,000 people a moment ago, and now there are only 15,000 left!"

"Want to hear me sing other songs? Have you checked my old short videos? If not, do your homework first. I usually stream once every two days, so come to my live stream the day after tomorrow."

"Did you buy my wine? No. Did you buy durian cakes? No? That makes me so sad."

"You think I'm exploiting people? Dude, you should know one thing: I'm a live-streaming e-commerce host first, and a singer second. I sell products full-time, cook part-time, sing occasionally, and tell stories intermittently."

"What book are you talking about? Dream of the Red Chamber. The abridged version should be available online in the next few days. It's already being proofread and typeset. I've also seen the illustrations provided by the illustrator, and they're fantastic. They meet my expectations for Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu."

"A complete version of *Dream of the Red Chamber*? Just wait, I estimate it'll take at least two months to finish writing. Oh, by the way, the complete version has some differences from the abridged version, so, hehe, I suggest you buy two copies at once!"

"Too long? In that case, could I publish the complete 'Dream of the Red Chamber' in several volumes? That way, everyone wouldn't have to wait two months?"

……

Ye Xian, who was chatting, suddenly paused, then turned to Ding Zhan beside him and said, "Uncle Ding, could you talk to the publisher for me later and see if I could publish the complete 'Dream of the Red Chamber' in volumes?"

Ding Zhan nodded: "But you need to be prepared that we might not be able to print many copies."

Ye Xian laughed and turned to look at the live stream: "Did you all hear that? If not many of you buy it, I probably won't be able to print many copies, and this book might be canceled!"

"So, my abridged version of *Dream of the Red Chamber* will be available for pre-order. I'll print as many copies as people order, hehe. Don't call me a shrewd businessman, you should praise me for being so clever!"

"What do you all think? Should I hold a book signing? After all, I'm an author now!"

"No more hiding it? Oh, haha, no more hiding it, I'm coming clean! This book really was written by me."

……

As Ye Xian chatted with everyone, he walked out. Tens of thousands of people were leaving at the same time, creating a dense, overwhelming crowd. Just as Ye Xian reached the square, he suddenly heard a scream from the crowd: "It's Brother Xian! It's Brother Xian! Brother Xian, I love you!"

Ye Xian was taken aback. He turned his head and saw a girl pointing at him and yelling. The crowd around him immediately looked over.

Ding Zhan reacted the fastest; he took off his coat and put it on Ye Xian's head, then pulled him outside.

"Where is Brother Xian?"

"That's the one in the white suit that Brother Xian is wearing!"

"Brother Xian, sing another song! We didn't get enough!"

……

First, a dozen people surrounded them. Then, as several people shouted, a large group quickly surrounded them. Ding Zhan tried to pull Ye Xian out, but it was too late.

More and more people gathered around.

"I miscalculated!"

Even the usually refined and composed Ding Zhan wanted to curse, completely losing the joy he felt from Ye Xian's breakthrough.

Ye Xian, who had captivated the audience with a single song, was now enjoying the treatment of a star!

Autumn's mother gritted her teeth and was about to step forward to stop the frenzied crowd, but Ye Xian grabbed her arm and protected her behind him.

Even with Ding Zhan's clothes covering his head, he remained calm and would never let Qiu's mother shield him from the crowd.

"Auntie, don't panic!"

"Uncle Ding, you don't need to cover me anymore!"

Ye Xian reached out and lifted Ding Zhan's clothes. He knew very well that it was too late. The crowd had already surrounded them, and the three of them couldn't squeeze through.

Moreover, the more you try to hide it, the more excited these people will become.

It's better to greet everyone openly, after all, I'm not exactly a big star.

"Fellow Haizhou natives, please stop shouting, I'm not a celebrity!"

While reassuring the surrounding audience, Ye Xian signaled Ding Zhan to quickly contact the organizers and his fan club. At this moment, only the organizers could get them out, and only the fan club could quickly come to their aid.

Ye Xian was also annoyed. Why did they have to surround him, a small blogger with only a million followers, when there were so many big influencers with tens of millions or hundreds of millions of followers?

"Brother Xian, can I get your autograph? Can you sign it on my clothes? If it's inconvenient on my clothes, you can sign it on my chest!"

"Brother Xian, sing 'Dang' again, it's so good!"

"Brother Xian, let's take a picture together!"

"Honey, come home with me! I'll take care of you!"

……

Looking at the chaotic scene, Ye Xian knew he couldn't let things escalate, otherwise even more people would gather around.

As he helped Qiu's mother walk forward, he casually pointed behind him and said, "I'm not a celebrity, everyone look, Tang Feng is behind us!"

"Tang Feng? Where is Tang Feng?"

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look behind them, just in time to see a figure wearing a black mask walk out of the passage. Although they couldn't recognize whether it was Tang Feng or not, the person wearing the mask was definitely a celebrity.

Many people immediately turned and ran towards that figure.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ye Xian dragged Qiu's mother along, head down, and walked out.

I'm sorry, Feng, I didn't mean to.

……

P.S.: Today's Recap

Haizhou aged liquor inventory: 7486 bottles.

(End of this chapter)