Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The air in the studio felt as if it had been sucked out.

Zhou Yan's roar still echoed, but no one listened anymore.

On the judges' panel, Ke Min, who was known for her sharp tongue, suddenly made a move.

She suddenly stood up.

The movement was too hasty, and the chair behind him was knocked over with a loud "bang".

No one offered to help with the chair.

Ke Min took off her signature black-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of eyes that were already red from crying.

She didn't have a microphone.

She was only a few meters away, watching the slender young man in a white shirt on the stage.

Then, she bent down.

Ninety degrees.

A deep bow.

This bow has nothing to do with seniority, seniority, or even music.

This is a sign of reverence for a noble soul.

"Splash—"

It was like dominoes falling.

Behind Ke Min, the audience in the first row stood up.

second row.

Third row.

The inner field, the stands, the mountaintop.

Fifty thousand people.

A total of 50,000 people.

At this moment, everyone stands up.

There were no cheers, no screams, no glow sticks being waved.

There was only a unified sound of people standing up, like waves crashing against rocks.

Then came the applause.

At first, only a few people clapped.

Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause erupted, almost lifting the dome of the Olympic Sports Center.

The applause was not fervent, but rather filled with profound respect.

The fat man who was shouting for a refund clapped his hands and cried, his palms turning red from clapping.

"sorry!"

Someone in the crowd shouted something.

"Xu Qing! I'm sorry!"

"Xu Qing! You're awesome!"

The voices rose and fell, converging into a huge wave of sound that washed away all the doubts and insults from before.

on the stage.

Xu Qing looked at the sea of ​​people below the stage, her expression remaining calm.

He wasn't used to this kind of scene.

Compared to being worshipped by 50,000 people, he misses the days when he was in the basement, fighting with Xiaoyu for a bowl of braised pork.

He turned around, not looking at the audience below, nor at Zhou Yan who was slumped on the ground.

His gaze pierced through the dazzling lights and landed on the large, pixelated screen.

On the screen, the old man from northern Shaanxi was still holding up a jujube and grinning foolishly.

The woman from Yunnan was still wiping away tears.

Principal Zhang from the Liangshan Mountains was leading a group of children wearing ill-fitting school uniforms as they saluted the camera.

The children's movements were not standard; some raised their hands too high, and some raised them too low.

But their eyes are very bright.

Like stars.

Xu Qing looked at the children, and the corners of her tightly closed mouth finally relaxed a little.

He smiled.

It's very subtle and gentle.

In that instant, all the ferocity, arrogance, and haughtiness he exuded vanished.

He was like an old father watching his child succeed, his eyes filled with pride.

"It was worth it."

He said it softly.

Nobody heard it.

Apart from himself and the moon in the sky.

……

"No...it's impossible..."

Zhou Yan was still lying on the ground, repeating the same few words over and over again.

He doesn't understand.

What's wrong with this world?

Why would someone turn down money?

Why would someone go to such lengths to leave themselves penniless over a dead person?

This doesn't make sense!

Just then, several figures in uniforms walked through the side curtain and onto the stage.

The lead police officer walked straight up to Zhou Yan without expression and showed him an arrest warrant.

"Zhou Yan, right?"

"I'm from the Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"Someone has filed a formal complaint against you, alleging that you abused your position to accept huge bribes, manipulated match results, and maliciously defamed others."

"This is an arrest warrant. Come with us."

Zhou Yan shuddered, as if struck by lightning.

He suddenly looked up and stared intently at the police.

"Who reported me? Who dares to report me?"

"I'm the chief director! I have the backing! Star Emperor Entertainment won't abandon me!"

The police officer stared at him coldly, as if he were a fool.

"Star Emperor Entertainment?"

"You don't know yet, do you? Just ten minutes ago, Star Emperor Entertainment issued an announcement stating that, given your serious violation of company regulations, your employment contract has been unilaterally terminated."

"Furthermore, the one who reported you was the legal department of the Luo Group."

Rockwell Group.

Upon hearing these four words, Zhou Yan was completely paralyzed.

In that instant, he felt like the sky had fallen.

He finally understood why the large screen had been forcibly switched and why the satellite signal had been locked.

It turns out he had offended the real tyrant.

"Click."

The cold handcuffs were fastened to his wrists.

The hand that was just now pointing out the world and acting arrogantly could only hang down helplessly.

The police helped him off the stage.

As Zhou Yan passed by Xu Qing, he suddenly struggled.

He stopped and stared fiercely at Xu Qing, his eyes bloodshot.

"Xu Qing! Don't be so smug!"

"Do you think you've won?"

"You're insane! If you donate all your money, what will you eat and drink in the future?"

"Someone like you wouldn't survive in this industry!"

Xu Qing was watching the children on the big screen when she heard the sound and slowly turned her head.

He glanced at Zhou Yan.

His eyes were indifferent.

It's like looking at a stone on the side of the road, or a bag of trash.

There was no anger, no sarcasm, not even any emotion.

He glanced at it only once before looking away and returning to the screen.

Completely ignored.

This kind of disregard is more painful than killing him.

Zhou Yan's mouth was agape, a breath stuck in his chest, and he almost suffocated.

The police stopped talking and forcibly dragged him away.

The entire audience of 50,000 watched as the once arrogant and domineering director was dragged away like a dead dog.

No one sympathizes with her.

Everyone just felt that the air was finally fresh.

……

Backstage.

Wang Dazhu squatted on the ground, crying like a 200-pound child.

Li Ergou and Zhang Tiedan were also wiping away tears.

They were still holding the broken pieces of the musical instrument that Zhou Yan had just smashed.

"Waaaaah... I'm such a jerk!"

Wang Dazhu cried and slapped himself in the face.

"I was wondering to myself before, how come Brother Xu, such a big shot, is so stingy?"

"They always treat us to meals at roadside stalls, and they won't even order a bottle of good wine."

"So...so that's where all his money went!"

Wang Dazhu recalled that night when Xu Qing transferred two million to them.

That must be Xu Qing's last remaining possessions, right?

He donated all his money and ate instant noodles and lived in a basement.

But when they were about to leave, he gave them all the little money he had left.

Let them go home, build houses, and get married.

"Brother Xu has risked his life for us!"

Li Ergou cried so hard that snot bubbles came out of his nose.

"I'm not leaving! I'll follow Brother Xu for the rest of my life!"

"Even if I have to beg for food, I'll still serve Brother Xu a bowl!"

……

In the live stream room.

The live chat is so laggy it's completely unresponsive.

The server crashed again and again, and the technicians were exhausted from pulling their hair out.

Official blue-verified accounts from various departments quickly joined the fray.

The Central Committee of the Communist Youth League of China reposted the live broadcast clip, with a caption of only eight characters:

Great love is often silent; let this serve as proof.

Following this, the China Charity Federation, Project Hope, and major official media outlets all reposted the news.

#Xuqing's 18 Hope Primary Schools#

#LittleFishHopePrimarySchool#

#The entire internet apologizes to Xu Qing#

#The former school principal in Daliangshan#

Xu Qing occupied eight of the top ten spots on the trending topics list.

And it's all the characters for "explosion".

This is unprecedented in the history of the entertainment industry.

Celebrities have done charity work before, but most of them only donate a few hundred thousand yuan and release a press release to boast about it for a year.

Like Xu Qing, who squandered his entire fortune but didn't even leave a name behind.

He is one of a kind.

The comments section took a sudden turn.

Those haters who previously called him a liar are now lining up to apologize.

"I'm so damn stupid! I actually accused him of being after money!"

"This isn't a celebrity, this is a saint!"

"I just want to know, who exactly is that girl named Xiaoyu? Is she worth him doing this for?"

Suddenly, one comment was pushed to the top.

"Brothers, have you ever thought about this?"

"Xu Qing named these schools, bridges, and wells 'Little Fish,' and the notes were all 'praying for blessings' and 'accumulating virtue.'"

"If the little fish really died, then burning paper money is a way of commemorating it."

"You can pray for blessings... but that's for the living!"

"Is it possible that, subconsciously, Xu Qing doesn't believe Xiaoyu is dead?"

"Does he think that as long as he accumulates enough good deeds, God will return that girl to him?"

This comment brought tears to the eyes of the entire internet.

What a deep obsession that must be.

He used tens of millions to gamble on an impossible miracle.

He's practically fighting with the King of Hell to save someone!

……

Inside the VIP box.

Luo Tianxiong looked at the young man on the screen who was admired by thousands.

He picked up the teacup, his hand trembling slightly.

A little tea spilled and burned the back of his hand, but he didn't feel it.

"Old Zhang."

Luo Tianxiong shouted.

The housekeeper, Old Zhang, quickly handed over a hot towel.

"Sir, please wipe it."

Luo Tianxiong didn't take the towel; instead, he took off his glasses and wiped his eyes haphazardly.

"This kid..."

"When they were richer than me, they acted like the richest man in the world."

Old Zhang paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Sir, you're praising your son-in-law."

"What a load of rubbish about a son-in-law!"

Luo Tianxiong cursed, but he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

"He's a complete idiot!"

"If you donate all the money, how will you support my daughter in the future?"

"I'll have to clean up his mess!"

After saying that, Luo Tianxiong took out his phone and dialed the legal department.

"Relay my message."

"The Luo family took over all the mess left by Star Emperor Entertainment."

"Also, investigate that Zhou Yan guy and dig up all the shady things he's done in the past."

"I'll make him spend the rest of his life in jail."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Tianxiong looked at Xu Qing on the stage with a complicated expression.

"My dear daughter, you have such good taste..."

"As I say."

……

The results of the match no longer need to be announced.

The host stood on the stage, holding the card with the vote count written on it, his hands trembling.

Actually, you don't need to look at the cards.

Anyone who isn't blind knows who won.

Xu Qing's votes are no longer overwhelmingly in favor of Xu Qing.

Even if you add up all the other contestants' votes and multiply them by ten, it still wouldn't amount to a fraction of his votes.

128 million votes.

What does this mean?

That means that out of every ten people watching the live stream, nine voted for Xu Qing.

The remaining one is probably just out of battery.

"I hereby declare..."

The host's voice was choked with emotion.

"The overall champion of this year's 'Rising Star' competition is...."

"Xu Qing!"