CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 145 - 142 Support Props

Knock knock!

"Who’s texting me this late at night?" Mu Yunchu unlocked her phone and saw it was a message from a long-time fan of Yuwei in the group.

His name was Zhang Duzelin, a sophomore whose family ran a car repair business.

He had gone with Mu Yunchu to visit Ye Yuwei during one of her shoots.

"Yunchu sis, Yezi’s performance is the day after tomorrow. Shouldn’t we prepare something?"

"Prepare what? Glow sticks?"

Quickly, Mu Yunchu received a dizzy-face emoji from the other side.

"Oh my god! Aren’t you supposed to be our president and fandom leader?"

Seeing his message, Mu Yunchu felt guilty. "I’m new to this whole stanning thing too."

"Generally, we need to prepare fan merch like support shirts, caps, banners, keychains, light boards, and sometimes small gifts for the crowd," Zhang Duzelin explained quickly, living up to his rep as a seasoned Galaxy fan.

"Are support shirts just matching outfits?"

"Our core members in Hanoi have their own designated shirts. Yezi doesn’t have one yet, so we can make our own set, along with the other items."

"Is there enough time for that? We’ll need to design and customize everything."

Mu Yunchu hadn’t expected supporting an idol to be so much trouble. She thought waving glow sticks and cheering would be enough, but even glow stick support had its complexities.

"I’ve already got a design ready. If you think it’s good, we can go ahead. We’ve got fans in the group who run clothing factories and make accessories. As long as the designs are finalized, they can produce it," Zhang Duzelin replied rapidly.

"Will this work? Just the two of us deciding everything?"

"Time’s pressing! If we try to consult others, we’ll be too late."

"Alright then, send it over for me to check."

After a moment of thought, Mu Yunchu decided to go with his suggestion. Within two minutes, Zhang Duzelin sent over the designs for the shirts, caps, keychains, and small wallets.

To her surprise, the designs were actually quite good.

"I think they’re great! How long did it take you to make these?"

"Since the moment I started stanning Yezi, I’ve been planning to make these."

Reading his reply, Mu Yunchu suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

It reminded her of those old rural villages where moms prepared wedding dowries for their daughters starting from the day they were born.

"Xiao Du, how many sets of these do we need, and what’s the cost?"

"We’ve got tickets for 75 people this time, so we’ll make 78 sets—three extras for those staying outside to manage things."

"Outside management?"

Mu Yunchu was momentarily confused.

"Yep, when we do support initiatives, we hand out small gifts to passersby, like posters, keychains, wallets, small snacks, etc. While we’re inside, someone needs to stay outside to look after those giveaways."

"Got it. So, it’s about engaging strangers as potential supporters for Yezi."

"Exactly."

After some thought, Mu Yunchu asked, "How much will all this cost?"

"Probably around 40,000 yuan. Even Hanoi’s top-tier members spend about that much for a solid birthday event," Zhang Duzelin replied.

"Alright, I’ll cover the 40,000. You handle getting everything ready."

"We should pool the funds. For recurring events like these, it’s not sustainable for you alone," Zhang Duzelin suggested.

"No problem! It’s just 40,000 yuan."

Mu Yunchu found him amusing. Her T-shirt alone cost over 6,000 yuan; 40,000 was nothing to her.

"Pooling funds will boost engagement within the group. When everyone chips in financially, they feel more involved. As leaders of the fan club, we can contribute extra."

Hearing this, Mu Yunchu suddenly had an epiphany: "You’re right; let’s pool funds."

"Sister Mu, here’s the fundraiser announcement I drafted. Take a look."

"Oh my god! You’ve already got this ready too?"

Mu Yunchu realized Zhang Duzelin had come prepared, having completed all the preliminary work.

After a restful night’s sleep, Mu Yunchu was woken by the glaring sunlight streaming in.

She suddenly noticed over a thousand text messages on her phone.

"Who’s trying to mess with me? I haven’t offended anyone!"

Thinking they were spam, she took a closer look and realized they were bank deposit notifications.

"Whew! Scared me to death. Next time, I’ll ask for red packets instead—almost crashed my phone—45,000 yuan!" Seeing the number, Mu Yunchu couldn’t help but jump up in delight.

She had thought it’d be great if each person chipped in three or five yuan, but the group’s enthusiasm overwhelmed her.

She quickly got up and entered the net names of the contributors into her computer, along with the amounts each donated. After tallying everything, she posted the summary in the group.

She also shared her own contribution in the group, which was 2,000 yuan.

Fans like Zhang Duzelin also contributed 2,000 yuan each.

In total, the fundraiser had gathered over 60,000 yuan—more than 20,000 above the initial estimate.

Knock knock!

"Shen Xing!" Exhausted from working all afternoon without eating, Mu Yunchu saw this person request to add her on WeChat.

"Could it be that Shen Xing from Galaxy? How did he get my WeChat ID?" Mu Yunchu was slightly shocked.

Her WeChat ID was tied to her phone number, a number only her family knew. After some thought, she accepted the request.

"Hello, Mu. Are you free for a video call right now? I’d like you to confirm my identity—I’m indeed Shen Xing from Galaxy."

"...Sure!"

Right after Mu Yunchu responded, he sent her a video invitation. In the call, he walked around the office with his phone to prove his identity, ensuring it wasn’t a manipulated clip.

"Mr. Shen, what’s the matter?"

"Haha! I’ll get straight to the point. It’s about your upcoming support activities."

Mu Yunchu didn’t respond, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"Mu, I’ve heard you’ve already prepared shirts and other items for support."

"That’s right!"

"Mu, even though you’re new to the Galaxy fandom, you should know Yezi is participating in this talent competition alongside our team leader, Bingbing. So, I’m suggesting your support merchandise include both of their symbols."

Looking at Shen Xing’s overly smiling face, Mu Yunchu’s mind raced, wondering why he was making this request.

"Yuwei is part of our Galaxy team and this competition. We’ve invested a lot in her. Supporting the two of them together is also in Yuwei’s best interest."

Mu Yunchu was even more baffled, failing to see how this was beneficial in any way.

"Mr. Shen, will your team wear support shirts for both of them?"

"Of course, Bingbing’s support crew will also wear identical shirts." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Mr. Shen, our shirts are already completed; it’s impossible to change them now."

Recalling Yuwei’s words, Mu Yunchu decided to reject his request.

"Mu, Yuwei is an artist under our company and must comply with its rules. Acting independently will make things difficult for us and hurt Yuwei’s career."

"Yezi being your company’s artist is true, but I’m not. I’ll support her in my own way."

"You’re her fan club; your support and votes must align with corporate strategy to be effective. Don’t assume you alone can secure Ye Yuwei’s debut!"

Shen Xing’s tone grew darker, his expression on screen slightly twisted.

"Mr. Shen, are you threatening me with Yezi’s future?"

"I’m just asking you to cooperate with us. Only by working together can Ye Yuwei successfully debut."

"Mr. Shen, I’ve made myself clear—I won’t follow your company’s directions."

With that, Mu Yunchu ended the video call and blocked him immediately.

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