Yancheng Ruge Hotel is usually crowded, but today it was full.
Because the day before, someone called the hotel to book the room directly. That afternoon, a group of people swarmed in, and the hotel room was packed in less than half an hour.
"Mr. Zhang, should we call the police? They look like a terrorist organization to me?"
The hotel lobby manager looked at the people in front of him. Almost everyone had a small hoe on their waist, and some even had a big hoe on their shoulders.
Not only that, some people also carry a long sniper rifle on their back, which is really scary.
The general manager glared at the former: "You are so stupid! Can't you see that those are props?"
"Props? Even props are quite scary. I don't think anyone can withstand their swarm!"
"Look clearly at the banners they are carrying. I think they must be fans of some celebrity, but I have never heard of any celebrity's fans calling themselves Black Earth!"
At this time, the general manager of the hotel was also very puzzled. This special fan group simply refreshed his three views.
After hesitating for a moment, he still mustered up the courage to walk towards a person who looked like the leader: "Brothers, I think you are fans of a certain star. I wonder who it is?"
"You don't know about our Black Land? Our idol is Chen Mo. He debuted less than half a year ago, and every song he created is a classic. Have you heard of "Moonlight"? It was the golden song of this music festival. ! There are also "Twilight", "Chi Ling", "Ten Years in the World"..."
"Chen Mo, black earth, that's what it is!"
"Hahaha, boss, please understand. Chen Mo is the black soil. He used his songs to open up our black land. Moreover, he is also a sniper. He can eliminate an opponent with every song!"
The guy in the lead is the president of the Black Earth Fans Support Association. He has a small hoe on his waist, a big hoe on his shoulder, and a sniper rifle hanging on his back. It's not too cool. If Chen Mo saw it, he would probably retract his head into his neck and not dare to take another look.
The general manager of the hotel nodded. He had never heard of Chen Mo, who caused a commotion in Yancheng not long ago.
He also understood why so many people came to stay at the hotel today, and he simply loved hearing about it. No matter what the black earth or red earth is, as long as the hotel can make money, even if a group of real terrorists come, as long as they are not coming for the hotel, he will pretend not to know anything.
At the same time, he also became interested in Chen Mo. Is the song really that good?
After returning to his office, he found Chen Mo's singing platform, logged in as a visitor, searched for Chen Mo's name, and dozens of singles and an album came into view.
Some of the songs were originally written by Chen Mo, and many more were written by entertainment snipers.
Thinking of what the man said just now, he without hesitation clicked on the number one song "Moonlight" and started playing it. He was fascinated by it as he listened to it. It was really, really good to listen to.
Before he knew it, he had listened to dozens of songs, and before he knew it, it was already past four in the afternoon.
At this time, everyone in the Black Earth Fans Support Club left Ruge Hotel. Those who had grabbed tickets entered the stadium with the props they had prepared, while those who had not grabbed tickets set up not far from the stadium. They set up a huge screen and prepared to project the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast on the big screen to witness their glorious moment together.
When Shen Qingrou and others came outside the stadium, they were stunned by the power of Chen Mo's fans when they saw this scene.
"Qingrou, these are Xiao Mo's fans. This is too..." Although Yang Xiaorong had been paying attention to her son, she never expected that her son's fans would be so arrogant.
Shen Qingrou smiled when she heard this: "Auntie, Chen Mo is very good. He deserves to have such good fans."
Chen Zhenbang frowned: "Will they have any impact on the surrounding area? If so, Qingrou, you can persuade them, or we can fund them to find a more suitable place for them."
"Uncle Chen, don't worry, it won't happen. You see they are very orderly. I'm a little envious of them."
"You don't have to be envious of Qingrou. In Auntie's heart, you are even better than Xiao Mo. It's just that you have only come back not long ago, and you will definitely get better and better in the future."
Regarding Yang Xiaorong's comfort, Shen Qingrou didn't say anything more, but she was saying in her heart: There is no comparison between her and Chen Mo now. Not only herself, but also the entire entertainment industry may not be able to find a few people who can do this just after their debut. A popular artist, Chen Mo is now as famous as the king.
By the time everyone entered the gym and found their seats and sat down, it was already 7:30 pm.
There is still half an hour before the CCTV Spring Festival Gala starts, but the name Chen Mo has already been on the hot search, and it has gone straight to the second place, only a little lower than the popularity of the New Year's Spring Festival Gala.
[Shit, why didn’t I think of supporting our baby like this? It’s so creative! 】
[Abominable, Chen Mo’s fans are so arrogant. They hold the annual Spring Festival Gala inside the stadium, but they hold a targeted Spring Festival Gala outside the stadium. 】
[I have to say that there is a sense of sensationalism in it, which is not very friendly to Chen Mo. 】
[Don’t worry, everyone, we will definitely not bring trouble to Kurotsuchi. We have a special order maintenance team. We just want to be closer to Kurotsuchi during his glorious moment. 】
[I’m really envious. I’m too far away from Yancheng. I also want to come over and be with everyone in Black Earth! 】
【……】
Black Earth fan groups, one group, two groups, three groups...
At 7:50, an announcement was made in each group at almost the same time: All black soil and snipers, please pay attention. Ten minutes before our black soil takes the stage, everyone will start to forward the Spring Festival Gala. Live broadcast, we want to send Heitu’s songs to thousands of people’s ears.
"President, please rest assured that the tasks assigned by the organization will be completed. My hand speed, which has been single for 20 years, cannot be overshadowed."
"Only twenty years? I have been single for forty years, Lao Wang, who has fast hands and applied to fight. The black soil belongs to us, the Yan Kingdom, and will belong to the world in the future. Everyone, rush forward!"
"Ah sneeze~~Could it be that Luoluo girl is talking about me?"
A sudden sneeze almost scared the stylist out of his hands. Chen Mo cast an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, go ahead. I don't know who keeps talking about me. I'm rude."
"Mr. Chen, I think I am either your relative or your fan. Soon you will be on stage to meet audiences across the country. I am looking forward to the new song that Mr. Chen will sing!"
"Hahaha, sometimes having too high expectations is not a good thing."
"It's okay, Black Earth will not let us Black Earth down, right Mr. Chen?"
(To be continued!)
