Superstar's Development Diary-Chapter 894 - 896: My Wife Will Disdain Me

Jinxia opened her eyes slightly, rubbed them with her hand, and looked down again. Yes, there was indeed a car surrounded by people, and the car looked somewhat familiar.

Before Jinxia could remember which car it was, her phone rang, it was a call from Zhang Ming.

"Jinxia, you’re still inside the TV station, right?" Zhang Ming asked nervously.

He Jinxia: "Yes, I’m still inside. Brother Zhang Ming, why—"

Before she could finish, Zhang Ming interrupted: "It’s good you’re still inside. Sheng Yan and I are outside the TV station. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to come pick you up, and I’m here accompanying him in this reckless move. Just stay inside and wait for my call."

Jinxia paused, "Brother Zhang Ming, Sheng Yan he, hello? Hello?"

The call was disconnected, and she put down the phone with a grave expression, continuing to look at the black car outside. A sense of unease filled her heart.

If Zhang Ming said they were already outside, could it be that this car is indeed theirs?

Oh my god...

The car was surrounded tightly by fans; how are they going to get out?

Meanwhile, the phones of both Stanlanca and the TV program director started ringing, as Zhang Ming and his assistant made calls to them, arranging to quickly send some security to maintain order and clear the area as soon as possible.

The longer it drags on, the more people will arrive.

On W Blog, the netizens were already in an uproar, especially those in the Imperial City, each one crying out to wait a little longer, as they were rushing to the scene.

Sheng Yan’s public appearances were becoming less frequent, and those who wanted to see their idol were desperate!

The media was already sensationalizing the event. Sheng Yan was inside the car, and while they hadn’t gotten any photos of him, they had taken plenty of the car from top to bottom, with the conspicuous license plate revealing it was Sheng Yan’s exclusive number.

The paparazzi, having staked out for months, finally tasted success in this moment.

The TV station quickly dispatched several security guards, even staff members came out personally to maintain order.

Online, the Imperial Army was constantly posting reminders like [don’t shove, don’t crowd, don’t cause a stampede], fearing any accidents.

The fans on site, although fervent, were mostly rational. Once their initial excitement died down, they started rallying others to maintain order and form lines, ensuring Emperor Sheng could go inside without obstruction.

Among these fans were some quick thinkers, one of whom brought out a megaphone from who knows where, its volume easily overpowering the screams and noise.

"Everyone line up, don’t push forward, give Emperor Sheng space to get out of the car. If we keep blocking him, neither Emperor Sheng nor Pang Hu can get out. How will we get photos of them together like this?"

"Don’t push, line up, if we’re well-behaved, Pang Hu will definitely grant us a request!"

"Media reporters, please don’t push. Once they’ve come out smoothly, we can ask them to give you a minute for an interview, okay?"

...

This fan shouted with great effort. Most fans listened, consciously lining up, while only a small portion continued to squeeze forward, facing criticism from others.

Before long, the aggressive fans felt embarrassed and slowly joined the line, while the leading fan asked nearby fans to keep an eye on them, making sure they didn’t rush forward when the idols came out, which would throw the order into chaos.

One must admit, these fans were quite competent, and the fan with the megaphone must excel in management.

After dealing with the fans, the next task was handling the media reporters, who had a natural antagonism towards fans.

Fans would consider the idol’s feelings, but reporters would not; they sought the first scoop at all costs, driven by the massive temptation of having the celebrity right in front of them.

At this moment, Zhang Ming jumped out proficiently, opening the door swiftly, causing a reporter near the car door to be hit and fall to the ground.

Zhang Ming quickly closed the door with a "bang," then pulled up the fallen reporter, patting his shoulder and saying:

"Are you alright? Young man, you’re so dedicated, didn’t you see those old hands didn’t dare get close to the car door? It’s to avoid being hit when the car door opens."

The reporter muttered softly: "I leaned in hoping to snap some inside scenes when the door opened..."

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You didn’t believe me when I said you were new. There’s nothing to photograph inside when I open the door, just the basic configuration of a luxury car; you can’t photograph the rear seat from the front seat!"

Reporter: "..."

Before the two could continue their conversation, the surrounding reporters crowded in, thrusting microphones forward: "Is Sheng Yan inside? Is he here to pick Jinxia up today?"

"Why did Sheng Yan suddenly want to pick up Jinxia? He never did this before?"

"Sheng Yan..."

Zhang Ming raised his hands in a surrendering gesture: "Wait, wait, wait, you’re speaking too fast, I can’t catch your questions, and move a bit away from me, don’t poke your microphone into my face.

Haven’t you heard the saying, don’t hit someone’s face? Point it at the body, okay? Faces bruise too easily, and my wife would not be happy with me."

All the reporters: "..."

They hadn’t even managed to interview Sheng Yan and He Jinxia’s love details, but their agent, Zhang Ming, was already doling out a wave of dog food.

It’s fortunate that Zhang Ming was Sheng Yan’s agent. With his extensive experience and good relations with various media, he persuaded the reporters with a few words, and they begrudgingly shifted their microphones elsewhere.

They couldn’t match wits with Zhang Ming, who had too many tricks. Once, when he couldn’t pacify the media, he simply called the police and had them all sent to the station for a few days.

The reason being obstruction of traffic and suspicious behavior.

But the man was also calculating, visiting them at the station, bringing good meals and cash gifts, explaining that his hands were tied because the show’s policy was strict, not allowing Sheng Yan to be interviewed.

Alright, the program team once again became his scapegoat, quite willingly too, since inviting Sheng Yan onto the show wasn’t easy.

The program team wasn’t like media reporters; reporters would do anything for a scoop, but for the program team, it’s crucial not to alienate popular stars for ratings.

Having dealt with Zhang Ming long enough, both the program team and reporters dared not offend him anymore.