The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 562 - 562 533 Primary Election

562: Chapter 533: Primary Election 562: Chapter 533: Primary Election The initial auditions that lasted three days were finally completed, and their timing had been extended from the first day’s 9 AM to 5 PM to later 7:30 AM to 7 PM.

“Mr.

Liu, here is the schedule and the statistics for these three days!” Su Muqing said, handing the documents to Liu Hun.

Liu Hun took them and flipped through seriously before saying, “Very good!

The results are positive!

Keep it up!”

Gao Yelan then approached Liu Hun with the media and newspaper statistics for the past few days, saying, “Mr.

Liu, these are the media coverage statistics for these few days.”

“Read them to me,” Liu Hun said comfortably leaning back on the couch, waiting for Gao Yelan to start reading.

Gao Yelan nodded and began, “Since the ‘Xingle Imperial City Super Girl’ talent show started, a public television station and a pay-television network under Tianyu Media produced a total of three programs, which broadcasted for a total of three hours.

Tianyu Satellite TV had a viewership rating of 13.3%, while Zhongxing Pay-TV also reached a rating of 7%.

Other television stations’ interest in the ‘Xingle Imperial City Super Girl’ auditions has also been steadily increasing.

Furthermore, our Tianyu and Universal’s newspapers and magazines allocated front-page headlines during the auditions, resulting in sales increases of 2% and 5% respectively.”

“Excellent!

Impressive!” Liu Hun nodded with approval to Gao Yelan, not expecting that she could already fully control the two media companies so adeptly.

“I plan to change the strategy a bit for the next phase,” Liu Hun shared with Su Muqing and Gao Yelan.

“What brilliant ideas do you have, Mr.

Liu?” Su Muqing asked with sparkling eyes.

“For the next phase, we’ll still use the seven-region audition method.

There will be three judges, and if two agree, the contestant passes.

We’ll set up simple audition venues in the seven major regions; contestants can bring their own instruments and perform up to one song.

As long as two of the three judges press the buzzer, it counts as a pass,” Liu Hun explained, pausing before continuing, “Let the TV stations under Tianyu Media clear the corresponding program schedules to broadcast the auditions live.

Newspapers and magazines should interview the judges and the stand-out contestants before and after the contests.

You can dig a little into the gossips, but don’t overdo it—enough is enough!”

Both women’s eyes lit up, astonished at Liu Hun’s mastery of the talent show and his grasp of the audience’s psychology.

Liu Hun’s plan was quickly implemented, and the distinct media strategies adopted by the two different media types yielded obviously significant results!

The Xingle Imperial City Super Girl audition had become the hot topic of Beijing, and under the watchful eyes of nearly all entertainment media, the second round of competition began with great enthusiasm.

“…Is this how I’m to spend my life, my kiss destined never to reach my love, waiting for you from the start and now, likewise facing the impossible~”

“Ding!” Ma Xiaoshi immediately pressed the buzzer and couldn’t help commenting, “This song was originally sung by a male singer—whose performance of this piece was exceptional—so it’s hard for people to accept another person singing it.

However, what I want to say today is!

You!

Have done it!

Congratulations!”

“Ding!

Ding!” Two more buzzers rang out soon after.

“Full points!

Absolutely incredible!

I want to say, some singers rely on their voice to sing, and others rely on their looks to sing, but you!

Yang Zihuan!

You’re a true singer, singing with your soul!

It’s just perfect!

I hope to see you on the Bird’s Nest’s final stage again!

I think!

I believe!

That stage will belong to you, the uniquely irreplaceable you!”

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding…” Judge Bao Dason pressed the buzzer frantically and then said to Yang Zihuan, “Do you know why I pressed it so many times?

Because…

it’s because…

I can’t calm the excitement and emotions within!

You should know, I’ve heard Xinzhe sing this song in the recording studio, but your performance today, your rendition!

It’s like a whole new version of Xinzhe!

Believe me!

You’re the best!

The most outstanding!

The future is definitely yours!”

“Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank all three judges!

I’ll continue to work hard and not let you down!” Yang Zihuan thanked the three judges repeatedly, his heart nearly bursting with joy.

Meanwhile, Liu Hun, sitting in front of the TV, was very satisfied with the cooperation of the three and couldn’t help but ask Gao Yelan beside him, “How’s Yang Zihuan’s packaging plan coming along?”

“Mr.

Liu!

Here is the draft that the newspapers and magazines will soon publish,” Gao Yelan said as she walked in with the draft.

“Good!

Let me take a look!” Liu Hun said as he took the draft and carefully read through it.

He planned to cultivate Yang Zihuan well, and naturally, this first step began with creating momentum and sculpting a celebrity image through the auditions.

“Very good!

But make sure not to involve Fu Bao too much, mention him briefly, but don’t go into detailed introductions or digging for information.

Take note of that!

Also, focus on the story of his turbulent life, the miracle of his leukemia recovery, threats from unscrupulous doctors, as well as the gift of singing and talent bestowed by God.

Oh!

And one more thing!” Liu Hun said as he turned to Gao Yelan again, “Add an article featuring industry insiders’ evaluations of Yang Zihuan.”

“Sure thing, no problem,” Gao Yelan nodded in agreement.

“Ms.

Su, tell the three judges in the Beijing region to stir up some news in three days.

Don’t rush; let the audience and the media have some time to digest Yang Zihuan,” Liu Hun instructed Su Muqing.

“Alright!

You can count on me, Mr.

Liu!” Su Muqing nodded and agreed.

Soon, Yang Zihuan’s audition became a sensation on live broadcasts across the nation, particularly due to the high praise from the three judges.

Fueled by the ceaseless hype orchestrated by Liu Hun, Yang Zihuan found herself the subject of fervent discussions.

Her pure and radiant looks, combined with her sweet voice, quickly amassed high popularity and a legion of fans.

“Wow!

These last few days have been filled with news about Yang Zihuan; what’s the girl up to?” A man at the teahouse, busy picking at his feet, flipped through the newspaper while smacking away at his breakfast.

“You might want to hold your tongue.

That Yang Zihuan is participating in ‘Xingle Imperial City Super Girl’; she’s the hottest contestant right now.

Just look at the judges’ comments here—’I don’t think there’s a need for a selection, she could go straight to the recording studio to make an album’,” someone next to the foot-picker commented.

“Really?

She looks all soft and delicate.

Apart from being pretty, what else is there?

Can she actually sing well?

I’ve never even heard her sing!” the man picking his feet complained, glancing at the newspaper.

He reached for his breakfast on the table, only to realize it was gone.

Looking up, he found the landlady had taken it away and was now glaring at him fiercely.

“Heh heh…

what’s the meaning of this, landlady?

It’s not like I’m not paying,” the foot-picker said, clearly intimidated by the landlady.

“Forget about your breakfast!

Stop making careless comments about Yang Zihuan!

What do you know, huh?

Do you know anything about singing?

All you know is playing cards, beating your wife, and shouting at your kids!

And you dare to judge Zihuan!” the landlady scolded him, hands on her hips.

The foot-picker was utterly confused, wondering why a casual chat resulted in being scolded so fiercely and even having his breakfast seized.

“Come on, Hong, look at your wife, you should control her!” he protested.

The landlady slowly turned her gaze to Hong, the tea shop owner who hastily smiled awkwardly before gesturing for his wife to continue scolding.

“Out!” the landlady pointed to the door and commanded the foot-picker.

“Alright, alright!

Just my luck, forgetting to pray before leaving the house!” the foot-picker grumbled as he left the tea shop.

“I’ve always disliked men who beat their wives, and then he dares to criticize Zihuan so harshly!

Let me tell you, Hong, I don’t want him coming back here anymore!” the landlady said to Hong Wei, who could only nod his head frantically, daring not to disobey.

No sooner had the foot-picker stepped out of the tea shop than he was called out, “Hey!

Stop right there!”

Turning around, he came face to face with several girls in school uniforms.

Looking sleazy, he chuckled, “Little sisters, what can uncle help you with?”

“It’s him!

He insulted Zihuan inside just now!

Get him!” A girl with a ponytail shouted, and the others promptly gave chase.

The foot-picker, accustomed to hitting women at home, never expected to be beaten by women one day, let alone a group of underdeveloped schoolgirls.

Imperial City Entertainment’s star-making campaign began to show its effectiveness with Yang Zihuan.

As a girl with a difficult past coming from humble origins, she quickly won over national audiences with her sweet looks and outstanding singing ability.

And this was just Liu Hun’s first step.

Yang Zihuan’s astonishing debut further fueled the popularity of the ‘Xingle Imperial City Super Girl’ talent show, catapulting its viewership and attention to new heights.

Yet, the audience’s discussions were far from over.

“…Don’t ask where I come from, my hometown is in the distance.

Why wander?

Wander to far-off places…

Wandering for the little birds that fly across the sky, and for the small streams flowing through the mountains…”

“Ding!” Judge Wei Song’s bell rang.

Since the other two judges didn’t ring their bells, the girl had to keep singing.

“…Wandering for the vast grasslands, wandering far-off places, and also, also for the olive trees in my dreams, don’t ask where I come from, my hometown is in the distance, why wander, why wander to distant places, for the olive trees in my dreams…”

By the end of the song, with no second bell rung, the girl realized she was eliminated.

The television audience began an animated discussion.

“Actually, she sang pretty well!”

“I think so too!

Just a guitar accompaniment!

It sounded really nice!”

“That’s what you two don’t understand, she sang too cleanly, too pure—with no flavor!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?

What are you doing sneaking peeks at the TV here?”