Zombie Bodyguard

Chapter 1748 - 1745: The Performance Begins (Part 2)

"That’s right, tonight’s gala will be broadcast live globally. The exposure will be terrifyingly high. As long as Tian Xiaotian can show her face and perform a program, the promotional effect will be better than spending tens of millions on marketing," said Mr. Qi, very excitedly.

Being able to personally bring a star to fame is a very fulfilling achievement for him.

"Yeah, how did I not think of leveraging this gala? It’s a great idea. Performing alongside global stars—this is something many third-tier, even eighteenth-tier celebrities dream of, and money alone can’t buy it," Ou Mengmeng added excitedly.

The others nodded in agreement, clapping in praise for the idea.

Lin Tian naturally also agreed, patting Mr. Qi’s shoulder and praising, "Great plan. Moreover, you’re overlooking two things: one is that Xiao Tian isn’t even considered a newcomer in the entertainment industry, yet she can attend this gala. This topic is bound to be a hot spot for media speculation and reporting."

"Famous stars appearing on stage won’t surprise the media, but someone not even considered a newcomer getting on stage—that contrast is a newsworthy point. Media love uncovering such contrasts. So, for a long time, Tian Xiaotian will be a hot personality."

"Secondly, this newcomer Tian Xiaotian will certainly attract attention from various parties, which is potential networking crucial for her future development."

"Exposure, hot topics, networking—attending one gala can achieve these three points, and that’s already a very successful start," Lin Tian added two more important points, even more important than exposure.

Everyone present suddenly resonated deeply, and Mr. Qi admired him even more, saying, "Brother Tian, you’re really thorough. I was only thinking about exposure."

"Lin Tian, you should become the planning director. You’d definitely bring many singers and actors to fame," Ou Mengmeng joked.

Lin Tian laughed and said, "Many people have said similar things, suggesting I pursue this career or that. But I’m still a student, and my studies are what I should focus on."

Only then did Ou Mengmeng and the others remember Lin Tian’s student identity. Whenever Lin Tian seemed capable of everything, they couldn’t connect him with being a student.

But Lin Tian was indeed a student, and his achievements were already remarkable. Wasn’t that quite unbelievable?

"Alright, everything we mentioned earlier is a premise. There’s something that is the core: Xiao Tian’s talent. I even think that having talent is basic professional ethics for a celebrity," Lin Tian said very solemnly.

"Brother Lin, you’re exactly right. I can’t stand those artists who take crooked paths," Yun Xiaotian agreed.

"Brother Lin, can I say something?" Tian Xiaotian raised her hand regardless of age difference, directly addressing Brother Lin, and upon getting Lin Tian’s nod, the young girl shyly said, "I’m... I’m just a little assistant, lacking the talent you’re looking for."

The young girl felt very ashamed, thinking she had disappointed Lin Tian’s expectations.

Lin Tian laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Talent is a very broad concept. Specifically, if you can dance street dance, that’s talent. If you can do stand-up comedy, that’s talent. If you can play the piano, that’s talent. Talent should be something concrete, not just a concept."

"Brother Lin, I can’t do any of those," Tian Xiaotian said softly, looking very embarrassed.

"Can you sing?" Lin Tian didn’t lose heart. He had previously felt that the young girl’s voice was quite good, a gift for singing—she just lacked an opportunity.

Many people have certain specialties or talents, but because they lack resources, pathways, and networking, they remain buried, while some who lack talent and skills rise to positions through connections.

There are too many unfair things in society. Some say everyone’s starting line in life is the same—that’s just self-deception.

Some say that life and death are fair to both the wealthy and ordinary people. Lin Tian would only say that’s extremely foolish. Wealthy people can access superior medical resources. With the same severe illness and injury, wealthy people can buy the best medical resources to save themselves, while ordinary people just wait to die.

Perhaps some would argue that time is fair to everyone—everyone has only twenty-four hours a day, and money can’t buy time.

But can money really not buy time? Wealthy people can hire you to work eight hours a day, or even longer, while they can use those eight hours to travel, enjoy, and crucially, enjoy without affecting their income.

What Lin Tian wanted was to give Tian Xiaotian the opportunity to showcase her talent, instead of being buried in working for Bitong.

"Singing?" Tian Xiaotian froze for a moment, then lowered her head: "I’m... I’m not good at singing. Before, to win the one hundred thousand yuan prize for my mom’s treatment, I participated in a singer rookie contest and got eliminated. It was then that I met Bitong and became her assistant."

"Singer contest?" The group, including Lin Tian, laughed, unsure of what to say to her.

Mr. Qi laughed and said, "These contests are the most unfair, definitely manipulated behind the scenes. Such contests generally have two purposes: to promote connected, pre-determined individuals or to create news and boost ratings. Apart from the pre-determined ones, other contestants are just foils."

The Qi Family is mixed in the entertainment industry and has seen plenty of such things; his words represent the truth.

"But those judges are famous people!" Tian Xiaotian was still naive, not believing the harsh truths Mr. Qi said.

Mr. Qi shook his head dismissively and said, "The darkest are the insiders who manipulate the contests, followed by these judges—they all act for money, who cares if the performers have talent? Everyone’s an actor, putting on a show for outsiders while pre-determined individuals smoothly advance—it’s that simple."

"But am I really capable?" Tian Xiaotian said, not very confidently.

Lin Tian didn’t answer her but instead asked Mr. Qi, "Did you bring a vocal teacher over?"

"Yes," Mr. Qi nodded assuredly, then looked at a middle-aged man, a business core, saying, "Teacher Qu, could you come over?"

The middle-aged man in a suit, whose face was a bit thin but not seedy, was very spirited, with some white hair possibly due to cognitive strain. Those who work with music become irritated enough to pull out hair when lacking inspiration.

Teacher Qu came over carrying a briefcase, speaking very gently, "Mr. Lin, is it that you want me to test her vocal range and tone?"

Lin Tian snapped his fingers, smiling, "You are indeed professional—that’s exactly what I meant."

Teacher Qu nodded, walked to the table, placed the briefcase properly, and opened it, revealing a laptop and some peculiar equipment inside.

"So professional! Even brings equipment!" exclaimed Zhou Botong, sincerely impressed.