How Can I Get Confused with the Top?

Only when I arrived did I know that this Orange Festival also allowed underage fans to draw lottery prizes. Fifty-three of the 300 people were under the age of 18.

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Then there were fifty unripe fruits who chose to be accompanied by their parents, and Ling Zinan was just one of the inconspicuous ones.

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"I don't worry about that." Ling Zinan was worried that he would be ridiculed by other friends because he was chasing stars and brought his mother. After seeing everyone like this, it would not matter.

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Consciously formed a line of four, because there were four ticket gates erected at the main entrance, Ling Zinan was a latecomer, so he stood at the back.

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"Mom, let's make a line." Ling Zinan reminded in a low voice.

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The whole team is like a straight line drawn by a brush, and Ma Ling is more like a drop of ink dripping beside it.

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"Just line up." Mother Ling said.

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"Let's arrange it well. Why do you ask so many questions?" Ling Zinan said in a low voice, a little impatient. He didn't know how to explain to his mother, this is the glory and persistence of Xiaoguo.

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I am afraid that the other party will not understand, and I am afraid that the other party will deny it. The conclusion is that if you don't know how to speak, you will get angry.

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"Oh..." Ling Ma stood in a good position. When the child grew up, she often became impatient if she couldn't say a few words. She was used to it.

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Seeing this, Ling Zinan remembered that the ninth brother didn't have a mother, so he couldn't even hear this kind of nagging.

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The song "Listen to Mommy" is the theme song written by Brother Nine for the movie. Ling Zinan likes it very much. "Listen to Mommy's words, don't let her get hurt. If you want to grow up quickly, you can protect her..." Lyrics in mind sounded.

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"Look, there are reporters secretly filming over there. Our fans also want to look good on the camera, so we have to line up." Ling Zinan explained.

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"Oh? It's a reporter, so it really has to be arranged." Ling Ma was still muttering, saying that there were reporters, so it would have been arranged a long time ago.

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The 300 fans present were at the periphery of the exhibition center, and it was still half an hour before the ticket check, but they were all gearing up for it.

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Ling Zinan noticed that there was someone holding a mobile phone in front of him, as if they were broadcasting live? Of course, because of the distance, he couldn't hear what was said.

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"Brother Meng, I have waited for a long time and finally today, I sacrificed my roommate to not find a boyfriend in the second half of the year, so I won the lottery."

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"I may be the first host on Douyin to participate in the Orange Festival, and I don't know if I can shoot."

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The 18th line anchor of Douyin has only 50,000 followers on the entire network. The ID is Maine, who doesn't eat meat, and then has a little baby fat on his face, so he is called meat by unscrupulous fans.

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"No. 1 on the whole network, live broadcast of the Orange Festival! ! "The title of Rou Rou's live broadcast, you must know that Douyin also has a lot of small fruits, so the number of people in the live broadcast room has increased.

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Rou Rou is very happy. It won't take long for her to become a big internet celebrity and reach the pinnacle of her life. Oh heh, others will only spend money chasing stars, but she can still earn money chasing stars.

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[Okay, okay, I remember the sisters came too early at the Orange Festival last time, and it was a little hot outside to check in, and this time there was an awning. ]

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[Other stars also do the same for fan festivals, but the orange festival is always a clear stream]

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[Laughing to death, the one I mentioned earlier was a certain Guowu? Haha, leeks are charged 1,500 per person. ]

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Rou Rou looked at the barrage and said hurriedly, "No no no, brothers, we won't discuss other stars today, just watch the Orange Festival."

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What the barrage talks about is that in the first half of this year, the top star Zhou Guoyou held a fan festival in the same way, and then it was revealed that he had to pay 1,500 accommodation and air tickets to show up.

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Fan Festival is not free, and it is also a matter between stars and fans. It is said in advance that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, but suddenly charging money is too much, so netizens named Zhou Guowu's fans "Queen of Jiu Ling" ".

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When things got bigger, Zhou Guowu's studio issued a statement that I didn't intend to collect money for the event plan at all, but because the organizer charged the money privately, it led to unnecessary misunderstandings. In order to make up for it, a set of peripherals will be given away. After the name resounded on the Internet.

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The constraints of the flesh have no effect, and what should be discussed in the barrage is still being discussed.

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[I won't let you see how other stars treat fans, I really can't see the difference between Jiu Ye. ]

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[There is no killing without contrast. ]

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[Hahaha look scared Rou Rou, Rou Rou, you are also an old fruit, do you dare to rush into the orangery? They don't dare, don't be cowardly. ]

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Forget the destruction, Rourou didn't persuade him any more. As the bullet screen said, no matter how fierce Zhou Guowu's fans were, they would not dare to be as tough as Xiaoguo, because the base difference was too large.

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A few dozen minutes passed in a flash, the staff were on their posts and started to check tickets, and the number 350 people entered the factory in an orderly manner.

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With the first experience, the second layout is even more handy. When you enter the exhibition center, you can see a corridor. There are dense messages on the left and right corridor walls - "I like it this year, and I will definitely like it in ten years", "It's a pleasure to take a photo with Jiuye" , "Give me glory", "Once the sea was difficult, Jiuye deserves a lifetime of pursuit", Rou Rou noticed this design very keenly.

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"Wow, look at this—" Rourou walked further, and in front of the message wall was the [Treasured Memories] area, a large group photo, and dozens of event photos.

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Everyone in the photo, without exception, the little fruit in the photo, all laughed quite happily.

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"This is the little friend who participated in the last orange festival." Rou Rou said: "In the photos they had a good time, these photos are all hanging here, I guess every event, there will be a group photo nostalgic, brothers, this is me It surprised me that."

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The barrage is very explosive. There has always been only a group photo of fans and idols, or photos of idols. How can there be idols who have photos of fans? What kind of fairy is this?

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Rou Rou also noticed a message: [I am the first small fruit. One week after the event, the staff took the initiative to contact me, and you can get free photos of the event, so there are photos of group photos to participate in the event. ]

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"Free photos? What is a star? Zhou Sickle doesn't want to take a good look?!" The very excited Rou Rou directly called his name.

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"Brothers, think about it, this corridor is very long now, but if it is held a few more times, it will not be enough at all. I am really touched by this." Before the event started, Rourou felt that he was already moved.

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There are more than 100,000 people in the live broadcast room at the moment, and there are more than 10,000 real viewers. The barrage is densely moved.

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Where does this go? If fans were to know that Chu Zhi had collected more than 100,000 letters from fans and cardboards with blessings written on them, would he still not be able to fry the pot?

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Chu Zhi doesn't say that "the world is like chess, one step and three calculations", but he also takes it step by step, and then collects commemoratives. It is very effective when he takes it out at a concert.

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The layout of the hall is more delicate, the ceiling is a star pattern, the style I want to create is "the starry sky dome and the orange forest on the ground", even the seats and sofas are orange, and the whole is orange.

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Snacks include big white fudge, lime-flavored potato chips, crispy corners, wafer biscuits, etc. There are also beverages piled up in the middle, like a hill in the middle of the orange forest. ?

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There are 300 fans and 50 parents, but the chairs, sofas and stools accommodated in the huge venue add up to at least 500 seats, so a little bit of society who wants to sit alone can also satisfy.

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"Mom, drink water." Ling Zinan brought a bottle of mineral water to her mother.

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Ling Ma was about to say how much these things cost, but what if it was just decoration and not edible, she was predicted by her son.

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"Don't worry, the ninth brother gave us all these snacks, all for free." Ling Zinan's tone showed off.

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Probably in the mood of "Look at how good my idol is", he is not the only one in this mood, the little fruit brought by his mother has a similar mood to show off.

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The adults who accompanied them all had doubts similar to Ling Ma's, "Is there still such a backward star in the world?"

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If it wasn't for their own experience, they in their forties wouldn't believe such a thing at all. For example, Dad Qi came with his seventeen-year-old daughter, and they couldn't help but feel good about Chu Zhi at this moment.

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Miao Crispy Corner and Pickled Chicken Feet were stuffed into his mouth. Dad Qi thought that "this star is not bad" and he had a good time.

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Eat as much as you want. Chu Zhi arranged a limit of 300 snacks for each little fan.

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"Tsk tsk, I don't know why. I have a special appetite when I eat the snacks bought by Jiuye." Rou Rou held a piece of seaweed and leaned in front of the camera to say what fans should eat first.

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Not long after, a thin figure walked out of the backstage, Ling Ma's eyes lit up, she was the first to recognize it.

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"It's Teacher Kun." Ling Ma said.

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"Hello, I'm the host of this fan festival." Kun Yun said, "Good afternoon, everyone."

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That's right, the first host was Wei and Huang, but Kun Yun, who felt that he owed Chu Zhi's favor, volunteered to be the host.

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Wei Tongzi is a die-hard fan. She is very happy to be the host and prostitute the fan festival.

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"It's the second Orange Festival, and the first thing we guarantee today is to have fun." Kun Yun said, "I'll just say something, let me introduce the process of the meeting..."

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In an inconspicuous corner ~www.readwn.com~ someone was watching furtively, and the person who was peeking was Lao Qian.

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Seeing that the Fan Festival was going on normally, Lao Qian, the person in charge of the exhibition center's layout point, was relieved. He left the side hall to go to the restaurant next to him to supervise the banquet of more than 300 people.

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"Working with Jiuye, there are too many temptations, but fortunately, the man is also a bright person, so he can't help it." Lao Qian whispered.

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Wang Yuan didn't have time, so Lao Qian purchased snacks for this Orange Festival. Several snack manufacturers offered money to sponsor the snacks.

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Why does this happen?

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In the final analysis, because of "profit", more than one million people went to e-home to watch the first Orange Festival, and it has been played [27.85 million times] over the past year.

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Everyone knows that the home APP counts very little water in the number of playbacks, and repeated clicks on the same IP within a short period of time are not counted in the number of times.

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In short, this popularity is equivalent to a live broadcast bringing goods. Of course, the brand side of snacks wants to get together. Someone contacted Lao Qian and offered a fast seven-digit price, but Lao Qian still did not take it.

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He can already predict that with more and more fans following the Orange Festival, maybe an "Orange List" will be formed in the future, and snacks that can go on the Orange Festival will become a promotional point.

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o: Chapter two before nine o'clock. Some people say that they have already won half, how could it be possible to die of laughter.

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