"A thousand people, a thousand faces. You think his song is poetry, but we don't. The result is here, and we are the mentors. We do not approve of your song."
Having lost the argument, he decided to throw caution to the wind.
He would bear the criticism no matter what, so he might as well go all the way.
Being scolded was better than being blacklisted as a disgraced artist.
"Finally showing your shamelessness, huh?"
Park Guk-chang's performance made Gong Ju-ren laugh in anger.
He waited for Su Yu to give him advice.
Just then.
The host's expression changed drastically. Dafeng Novel Network.
He held the microphone and showed a professional smile to the camera: "It seems our debate has reached a fever pitch. We'll now take a short commercial break, and after the ads, we'll reveal who will be crowned the champion!"
After saying that.
The commercials began to play on the live broadcast and television.
The popularity of the live stream had already reached over fifty million.
While they were engrossed in the drama, the sudden commercial break turned them into keyboard warriors, unleashing their pent-up frustration onto the screen!
Meanwhile, the host tried his best to maintain order on set.
In his earpiece, he heard the chief director, Ning Zhifei, instructing him to pause the broadcast.
At that moment, Ning Zhifei and a group of managers were sitting in silence in the office.
A few minutes ago, he had received a call from the Chinese Opera Association.
They accused his show of being blind and ignorant.
The caller, the highly respected former president of the association, who held considerable seniority in the arts and entertainment industry, berated him so severely that Ning Zhifei dared not retort.
Ring ring.
As soon as he hung up the phone.
His phone rang again.
"Hello..." Ning Zhifei answered cautiously.
"Heh heh, Ning Zhifei, you think you've become a chief director and forgotten your roots!"
"Ahem, how could that be? President, you jest!"
The caller was the president of the Porcelain Association.
He was also a highly revered senior figure.
Ning Zhifei had worked in the Porcelain Association for a few years when he was younger before moving to television.
"I need a reason why a song about our porcelain is not as good as that pretentious, whiny song!"
The Porcelain President's voice was booming. Even without the speakerphone, the conference room could hear it clearly.
"President, please wait a moment, I'm handling it!"
"Then do it quickly. If this song, 'Qing Hua Ci,' doesn't win the championship, you don't need to see me again!"
With that, the call ended.
Sweat began to bead on Ning Zhifei's forehead.
China was vigorously promoting traditional culture. Both porcelain and Chinese opera were national treasures, and these two associations were absolutely not to be offended!
Ring ring ring!
Before he could even catch his breath.
The phone rang again.
He picked it up and nearly dropped his phone.
The caller ID showed a number from the Ministry of Culture's office.
"Hello..." he answered, his voice trembling.
"What hello! You're the chief director, right? What the hell are you doing? 'Qing Hua Ci' isn't the champion? Did your head get stuck in the door? Do you know we're heavily promoting traditional culture, and you're still orchestrating such a sham!" The voice on the other end launched into a tirade.
Ning Zhifei could only repeatedly agree.
His legs began to tremble involuntarily.
Had he stirred up a hornet's nest?
Why were all these big shots calling?
It was just a competition, wasn't it?
These people never paid attention to the program before, so why were they calling one after another today?
Just after the scolding.
His phone rang again, this time with the station director's number.
"Sta... Station Director."
"What sta! I told you to make a good show, and look at what you've done!"
"Station Director, you can't blame me... It's Park Guk-chang and them..."
Ning Zhifei tried to distance himself, but the station director cut him off: "Do you know who Lin Yanyu is? She's Lin Chaoyang's daughter. Lin Chaoyang just called me. I don't care about your little schemes, but if you dare to play dirty in front of her, you won't be able to work in this industry anymore! If I don't get a satisfactory answer in five minutes, you can pack your bags and get out!"
With that, the line went dead.
Ning Zhifei lost all his composure. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he felt an urge to urinate, which he quickly suppressed.
Lin Yanyu is Lin Chaoyang's daughter?
Was this some kind of dream?
With such excellent resources, why was she participating in a competition?
Wouldn't it be better to debut directly?
No, he couldn't wait any longer!
With this thought, he rushed out of the conference room.
...
Three minutes later.
The commercial break ended.
"Welcome back. After deliberation by the production team, we will be adding a ten-minute voting segment. Both the live audience and viewers at home can scan the QR code to vote. The final champion will be decided by you!"
The host's tone was filled with helplessness.
He had just received notice to change the competition rules on the spot.
The mentors' votes were nullified.
The decision would be entirely up to the audience.
At this moment, Park Guk-chang's earpiece echoed with Ning Zhifei's voice: "The situation has changed. Lin Yanyu is Lin Chaoyang's daughter. 'Qing Hua Ci' must win!"
After that, there was silence.
"I'm screwed... Lin Chaoyang's daughter?"
A thousand profanities raced through Park Guk-chang's mind.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Now that it's come to this, how am I supposed to fix it?
Moreover, if I offend Lin Chaoyang, wouldn't I be finished?
It's over, it's over, what should I do now...
However, when he saw the big screen.
The votes for 'Qing Hua Ci' soared like a rocket, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, judging by the votes, 'Qing Hua Ci' was guaranteed to win.
Next, he had to face Lin Chaoyang's retaliation...
Park Guk-chang's face was ashen, and the two mentors beside him, having also heard Ning Zhifei's words, stood stunned, their eyes filled with despair.
...
Zhang Tingting, who had thought she had already secured the championship, was still in disbelief.
Why was there a sudden addition of audience voting?
Could the competition rules be changed so arbitrarily?
Seeing the votes for 'Qing Hua Ci' instantly surpass 'Mei Ren Chou,' her expression darkened completely.
If this pace continued, her song might not even be a tenth of Lin Yanyu's.
"You forced me to do this!"
She glanced at the calm Lin Yanyu, her heart filled with resentment.
She had sacrificed so much for this championship. Since she couldn't get it, don't blame me for exposing your relationship!
And Ning Zhifei, Zhang Tingting is not someone you can easily dismiss.
...
The ten minutes passed quickly.
Qing Hua Ci: Twenty-three million votes.
Mei Ren Chou: Eight hundred thousand votes.
This result was a direct slap in the face to Park Guk-chang and the others.
Moreover, it utterly crushed Zhang Tingting's song, 'Mei Ren Chou!'
It wasn't even a fraction of a fraction of 'Qing Hua Ci,' highlighting the immense gap between them.
"Then, let us congratulate Lin Yanyu, and her song 'Qing Hua Ci,' for winning the championship of this season of 'The Voice of China'!" The host finally breathed a sigh of relief.
An assistant brought over the championship trophy.
And handed it to Lin Yanyu.
"To think I won the championship like this..." Lin Yanyu felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.
She had thought she was out of luck due to foul play, but a turning point had appeared at the critical moment.