102: Chapter 102: The Concert Scene, the Waiting of 50,000 People

Beijing Workers Stadium.

7:40 PM.

Twenty minutes left until the official start.

Fifty-one thousand two hundred seats, not a single empty chair.

The aisles around the spectator stands were completely blocked by human walls of on-duty security guards, and even the walkways were packed with stagehands and media reporters wearing work passes.

The chatter of the crowd made the night sky above the venue roof bustling and noisy.

"Has he come yet? Why isn't the countdown screen lighting up yet!"

"Isn't that the ticket the scalper sold me for 15,000? Damn, I ate instant noodles for a month!"

"SM Entertainment really sent people over! Look at that glass box on the far right of the third floor of the North Stand! That row wearing black suits, they're all Korean guys!"

"Pull the main breaker? If they dare to touch the main power switch in the venue today, I'll vault right over the stands and slap them!"

"No old songs to dance to, is it really all a cappella? What kind of choreography did God Su actually arrange?"

"You believe those anti-fans' hit pieces? Since he could make the statement to back it up with money, he definitely has substance in his head!"

"Unified deployment! Stop arguing! Those in the back row, hold up all the hand placards in your hands!"

"Pure white! Switch all the support lights to pure white! No one turns on red or yellow lights, uniform pure white!"

The chatter rose higher and higher in waves, and the huge roar vibrated inside the oval venue, spreading from the East Stand to the West Stand, and then from the ground floor infield to the highest-level hilltop stand.

Not only inside the concert.

The outside of the concert was also surrounded by people, and some people even climbed trees, wanting to stand on the trees to look inside.

However, aside from being scary, this kind of behavior was of no use.

...

Concert management.

The very front row of the guest seating area.

Yan Yu tightly grabbed the mobile phone stabilizer with both hands.

She pressed her right palm against her tight jeans, grabbed it hard, wiped away the sweat, and then switched hands.

Her camera lens was aimed directly at the oversized vertical stage in the exact center of the venue covered with black cloth.

The comments on the screen surged upward at a speed of over eighty per second.

The number of online viewers had broken through the six million mark, and the red circle warning of server overload in the lower right corner kept flashing.

[They're in! First-person perspective ahhhhh! Xiaoyu, steady, don't let your hands shake!]

[Fifteen minutes until the countdown! I'm in the dorm, all roommates are standing to listen to the sound!]

[What the hell is there to fear? Since Teacher Su said he's going to dance to something new, we will definitely see something new today!]

[The white sea opposite is already lit up! Look at the hilltop stand, it's all lit up!]

[Brothers, I just climbed back over the wall from the Korean external network. SM Entertainment's legal team brought two top Korean acoustic choreography appraisers to the third floor, and they came with copyright notarization certificates!]

[Are they sick in the head! Do they really plan to make trouble at the venue? There are fifty thousand people here today! Let them try to make a move!]

[No need to care about those men in suits. Today we're not here to watch SM Entertainment's dance, we're here to see that man who has been suppressed for five years!]

[Sold out in thirty seconds, fifty thousand people accompanying a person without copyright to carnival, the Chinese Entertainment Industry has never seen this kind of prestige in its life!]

[KING! Today we will take back everything owed to you!]

[...]

Yan Yu looked at the rapidly rolling bullet comments and bit her lower lip hard.

"Don't shake, Yan Yu, you must not make a fool of yourself at the scene."

Shen Yun sitting next to her wore a well-tailored dark formal suit.

This former principal dancer of the Beijing Dance Academy had a very straight back and stared straight ahead at the deep black main stage without looking aside.

Shen Yun pressed both hands on the fabric of her knees.

The index fingers of both hands uncontrollably kept tapping on the surface of her trousers.

The tapping of her fingertips was completely rhythmless, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Yan Yu took advantage of the refracted light from the live banner and glanced sideways.

She instantly blurted out a series of thoughts in her heart: A dignified National Team principal dancer is sitting here, and her hands are shaking like this.

That stack of patent number notarization certificates from the Koreans brings real pressure.

Today's finale, as long as there is the slightest slip-up.

Kim Young-min will definitely show no mercy and pin Su Chen down once again.

...

Sitting in the third position was Lin Hao.

He was panting heavily, and the white towel in his hand had been squeezed out of shape by him.

Lin Hao had a special work pass hanging around his neck that gave access to the entire backstage, but he didn't dare to walk away for a step, and his thighs kept shaking up and down rapidly on the iron seat.

...

At the same time.

"Brothers, as expected! I didn't expect the tickets either."

"However, I can watch the live broadcast here with everyone! ~"

"How is it, is old Wang reliable!"

Wang Wenjian sat in the live streaming room, holding KFC takeout, eating and chatting at the same time.

He was also out of tricks.

He mobilized his whole family to help him grab tickets.

Couldn't grab any.

Couldn't grab any at all.

It was already hard to buy tickets for celebrity concerts before, let alone Su Chen, whose traffic was exploding this time.

Not only did he have to fight scalpers, but he also had to fight tens of millions of fans.

Oh my god.

Netizens felt the same way deeply.

[I'm also convinced, fifty thousand tickets! Gone in less than thirty seconds.]

[Thirty seconds? The moment I went in, the webpage froze, and by the time I reacted, the tickets were gone.]

[I'm so done, how on earth do these scalpers grab them!]

[Seeing that Lao Wang didn't get tickets either, I feel much better.]

[I still want to go to the scene! ~~~]

[Right, the first dance performance is definitely going to be super explosive, I want to watch it! ~~]

[Hehehe, how do you guys know I grabbed a ticket and have already gone in.]

[I, you, TMD give me the ticket!]

[...]

Originally everyone was complaining, and as a result, there was a traitor among them.

They were immediately attacked by everyone collectively.

The number of people in the live streaming room also climbed step by step, quickly reaching fifty thousand.

Wang Wenjian was also very happy.

He really didn't expect that following Su Chen's matter all the way here, his fan count had increased by more than two million, and the number of people in the live streaming room was at least fifty thousand every day. This popularity was several times higher than before.

"Alright brothers, don't worry, let's watch together here, it's also very lively! ~"

"It's not like I haven't been to a concert before, buying a bad seat is not as good as being at home, listening with hundreds of thousands of audio equipment is more comfortable! ~"

Wang Wenjian chuckled.

The netizens felt a bit more comfortable too.

Indeed.

If the ticket bought has a bad location, it's better to listen at home.

...

Third-floor private box.

Behind the heavy soundproof one-way glass, it was desolate and cold.

Twelve men in suits sat on the spacious sofa, and except for the sound of keyboard tapping, there was not a single word of unnecessary small talk.

Lee Sang-hyeok held a voice recorder in his hand and stood in front of a small monitoring workstation shipped from Seoul.

The workstation was connected to the full-channel diversion lines of the live audio matrix.

On the two display screens, a red horizontal baseline was quietly floating.

Below the red line were stored all the musical score acoustic frequency bands since the establishment of SM Entertainment, as well as the body trajectory data models of all public performances and practice room choreographies of the twelve-member group.

On the far right of the desktop, three thick stacks of legal notarization certificates covered with the steel seals of the notary office and the confirmation stamps of the Chinese and Korean embassies were neatly stacked.

Lee Sang-hyeok looked down at the glaring red stamp on the surface, "Keep a close eye on things; this time we must absolutely not let Su Chen run away again."

The young legal officer beside him quickly tapped a few keys, lowered the background brightness of the screen, and replied in a deep voice: "The full system channel has been successfully connected. Even if they leak two consecutive bars from the accompaniment, or if the overlap of the dancers' joint swings on stage exceeds the standard threshold, the monitor will immediately report red. The two enforcement officers dispatched by the court to the backstage are already in place, just waiting for the notarization certificates to be delivered."

Lee Sang-hyeok leaned back half a step, with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Three weeks time."

Lee Sang-hyeok spat out these words in his native language, "One person, a borrowed synthesizer, choreographed a twenty-minute set. They really treat commercial acoustics like moving bricks at a construction site."

Several executives in the box let out a low chuckle simultaneously.

They only believed in the audio algorithms in the machine and the compliant contracts in their hands protected by transnational laws.

Time ticked minute by minute.

7:59 PM.

Countdown sixty seconds.

All the high-wattage searchlights around the entire venue were cut off by the central control room within one second.

The large venue that originally illuminated the faces of fifty thousand people was completely submerged by absolute darkness.

The darkness lasted for a full three seconds.

The noise exhaled simultaneously by fifty thousand people, which had been noisy for a full three hours, suddenly dissipated completely at this instant.

The whole venue was so quiet that one could hear the heavy breathing of the person next to them, and the sound of empty iron folding chairs hitting the floor coming from the distant stands.

The walkie-talkie behind Yan Yu sounded with a few extremely crisp commands.

"All main lights on the stands, turn off completely."

"Backup diesel generator sets, cut in."

"Low-frequency speakers one to sixteen, give maximum bias level."

The exact millisecond the electronic static of the walkie-talkie dropped.

Right above the stage, the 400-square-meter curved full-color ultra-HD LED screen suddenly flashed a giant countdown number in black words on a white background in the center.

Ten!

The roar of sound was instantly ignited, pouring directly from the ground to the top of the head.

Nine!

All the fans in the spectator seats who received the passphrases in the previous hour picked up the hand placards and plastic fluorescent sticks in their hands at the same time.

Eight!

From the front infield in the exact center of the venue all the way to the highest third stand more than three meters high, pure white light-emitting diodes lit up in succession with an unstoppable attitude.

Seven!

Yan Yu's eyes turned red.

Six!

Under the black night sky, Beijing Workers Stadium was completely filled into a pure white wave of light that made people unable to open their eyes.

There were no mixed colors, no red, yellow, blue, or green. A full fifty thousand people, completely obeying the absolute oath transmitted by Zhang Yixing's wordless white picture, washed away all impurities and noise from here.

Five!

Guan Heng and the four Yunnan brothers stood straight up from their cushions at the same time.

Four!

Shen Yun's fingers resting on her knees stopped tapping.

Three!

At this instant, the online bullet comments completely choked to death one-third of the frontend nodes.

Two!

In the third-floor VIP box, Lee Sang-hyeok quickly pressed against the front of the soundproof glass window.

One!

Boom!!!