Concert

"So early?"

"Yes, the flight is at six in the morning, so of course it's early."

"No way..."

I exclaimed in shock, "Aren't you going to rest for a bit? You still have to sing at least twenty songs tonight, are you made of iron?"

"Yes, I'm an iron man!"

She slurped down her milk tea and said, "Sorry, Sister Xiaoman drank the milk tea I bought for you, so you can't have any."

"I don't drink it first thing in the morning. I don't want to get diabetes at such a young age."

"Pooh!"

Lu Xiaobei grabbed a blanket from the sofa and said, "Since you're here, stay and sleep with me for a while."

"!!!"

The two receptionists looked up at the same time, their faces filled with shock, and I was shocked too.

Lu Xiaobei, don't you want to listen to what you're saying?

What are you thinking about?

She frowned and said, "I want to sleep on the deck chairs on the terrace for two hours. During that time, you'll be my bodyguard, protecting me without pay. Is that alright?"

OK.

I grinned and accompanied her to the back of the hotel.

There were hardly any people around in the early morning.

Lu Xiaobei lay down on the recliner, still wearing her stylish outfit, covered with a blanket, a fashionable hat with a green chicken feather stuck in it covering her face, her long, slender legs crossed, the end of her legs leading to...

Mmm, jade feet!

Soon after, she fell asleep and began to snore softly.

Actually, being a celebrity seems to have it pretty tough. They get up early and work late, rushing between events, and the constant travel is quite physically demanding.

That's why there are so many famous scenes...

Do you know how hard Giegie works?

Do you know how hard Giegie works?

That being said...

Can your hard work from dawn till dusk compare to the toil of farmers who toil in the fields from dawn till dusk?

What is your income? What is the income of farmers?

Bilian, the pharmacy specializing in tonics.

11 o'clock.

Lu Xiaobei's phone alarm went off.

She sat up reflexively. "Did I oversleep?"

"No."

I shook my head. "Did you get enough sleep?"

"Yes, I feel much better now."

She rubbed her eyes and smiled, "How about I treat everyone to lunch?"

"OK!"

Upon arriving in the lobby, Chen Xiaoman, Zhao Yihang, and Xiao Hui were already waiting for them.

"Boss, you look so beautiful now!"

As a lackey, Zhao Yihang is quite professional.

"Hmph~"

Lu Xiaobei ignored her; she was probably tired of hearing those words.

"What about lunch? Where should we eat?" Chen Xiaoman asked.

"I've booked a private kitchen restaurant; I'll drive over there in a bit."

"Good!"

Zhao Yihang asked, "Ding Han, can your car fit so many people?"

"There's enough room. I'll drive. Xiao Bei will be in the passenger seat, Sister Xiaoman will be in the back, you can sit next to Sister Xiaoman, and Xiao Hui can sit on your lap."

"Oh dear, that's so embarrassing..."

"Get the hell out of here!"

After Chen Xiaoman arranged some work, she got into the car, and I drove her to that private restaurant using GPS navigation.

The residential area by East Lake is densely packed with 3-4 story buildings, with quite a bit of greenery. The private restaurant that Lu Xiaobei ordered is located deep within these buildings.

It's very discreet; she's finally grown up and no longer goes to crowded places to eat. She's probably just too tired from constantly working and wants to take a break.

The home-cooked dishes were delicious; the whelks and conch were especially fresh, and the fried rice was superb, with plump, distinct grains and a rich sausage flavor.

"Boss, your fried rice is pretty good!" I said.

"That is..."

Wearing wire-rimmed glasses, the refined-looking owner smiled and said, "Our fried rice is famous far and wide. You're welcome to come again if you like!"

"No need for more. Just cook ten more portions for me, I'll pack them up, and put it on Lu Xiaobei's tab."

"..."

The boss stared in disbelief at Lu Xiaobei.

"Let's stir-fry it."

Lu Xiaobei smiled and said, "As long as he likes it."

"Oh..."

The boss meekly went downstairs to order fried rice.

"Ding Han, can you finish cooking so much?"

Chen Xiaoman said, "This fried rice won't taste good once it gets cold."

"It's okay, I'll just stir-fry it again when I get back."

"All right."

As for insulation, that's not a problem at all; we can leave that to the Dimensional Storage Space.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, I took the opportunity to put the fried rice in the trunk and secretly put it into the storage space. Then I pretended to close the trunk and first sent Chen Xiaoman and the others back to their hotel. Then I took Lu Xiaobei to the Workers' Stadium concert.

"These are your tickets."

Lu Xiaobei handed three first-row tickets to Chen Xiaoman and the others.

"What about Ding Han?" Zhao Yihang asked.

He came in with me; he didn't need a ticket.

"..."

Zhao Yihang felt a little resentful.

We arrived at the Workers' Stadium at 2:30 PM.

The venue has been closed in advance, and entry is prohibited for non-concert staff.

"Xiao Bei, you're finally here."

The assistant was waiting anxiously outside, saying, "The director has been looking for you everywhere, and wants you to come over quickly to familiarize yourself with the venue."

"Don't worry, here we are."

Follow Lu Xiaobei into the venue.

A middle-aged man wearing Nine Heavens Music Network employee badge rushed over and said, "Young master, why aren't you answering the phone? Hurry up, familiarize yourself with the venue first, and then set up the equipment."

"Um."

Lu Xiaobei said, "Director Zhao, this is Ding Han, you know him, right?"

"I've seen it, I've seen it..."

Director Zhao smiled and shook hands, "Hello Ding Han."

"Good morning, Director."

Lu Xiaobei said, "Ding Han, come with me to scout out the location and help me test the machine, is that alright?"

"Ding Han, you know about this?" the director asked in surprise.

"I know a little, I know a little."

"Okay, let's help each other out then."

So, Lu Xiaobei, led by his assistant, went to familiarize himself with the stage.

The director then assigned a supervisor to take me to debug the machine and check the wiring.

Below the stage, there is a dense network of cables.

I checked each item one by one to make sure there were no problems, and finally my eyes fell on a lift located below the center of the stage.

"This elevator..."

"Oh, this is the elevator used for exiting the venue."

Main pipe. "This concert is a little different from the two concerts in BH City and Donghai City. We've changed the plan. Xiao Bei's entrance will be different; he'll appear on stage via a lift. Yes, that lift."

Can I debug this?

"Sure!"

So, they started testing the lift. After a few tests, they noticed something was off with the sound, so they went straight to testing the program. As a result, they discovered a safety hazard: the lift's program had a flaw that posed a risk of sudden collapse. The lift is about 8 meters high from the stage to the bottom, and if it were to suddenly collapse, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Ding Han, what's wrong?" The supervisor noticed that something was off about my expression.

"There's something wrong with this elevator," I said, frowning.

"No way?"

Main pipe. "The technology behind this old-fashioned elevator is already mature, so there shouldn't be any problems. Besides, our people have tested it several times before."

"There's a problem with the control program; there's about a 3.3% chance of triggering a bug. Shall we try a few more times?" I said.

"OK!"

The supervisor picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Stagehands, stagehands, everyone pay attention, we're about to start testing the lift. Everyone move away from the center of the stage."

Shortly after, a voice came through the walkie-talkie. "The stage is cleared. Please proceed with your adjustments."

So, my supervisor and I started adjusting the elevator repeatedly.

After more than 20 attempts, no problems occurred.

"Ding Han, look, everything is normal. You have to trust the manufacturer's quality!" The supervisor, a seasoned veteran, grinned, trying to dispel my doubts.

However, just as I pressed the switch and the elevator rose again, there was a sudden "bang," and the elevator plummeted rapidly. Then, just as it was about to hit the ground, the safety lock was triggered, managing to stop it before it crashed!

"Grass!!"

The supervisor was terrified, his face drained of color, and his legs began to tremble. "Damn it... how could this happen..."

If the debugging fails and Lu Xiaobei happens to be in that 3.3% chance, and something happens to Lu Xiaobei, Nine Heavens Music Network will probably be in big trouble. The fans' complaints would be enough to make the music company go bankrupt and close down!

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The director arrived with a group of people after hearing the news.

"Mr. Zhao, Ding Han tested this elevator and there's a problem. It really is faulty!" The supervisor gritted his teeth, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The director's face instantly turned ashen.

At this moment, Lu Xiaobei also arrived, looking at everything in surprise.

"There is a problem with the control program."

I secretly took out my personal repair kit and opened the elevator's operating system, saying, "Logically speaking, elevators produced by nationally renowned manufacturers like this should already have mature technology, and the program shouldn't have any problems. So, it's possible that someone tampered with the program. During testing, there's only a 3% chance of detecting a problem, but with remote control, it's 100% guaranteed to cause a problem."

"Ding Han, are you saying that this might not be an accident, but rather deliberate?" the director asked, frowning.

"Yes."

Just then, a bell rang in my ears--

[You have triggered the daily quest "Lu Xiaobei's Concert" (S-rank)! Quest details: The elevator is malfunctioning, possibly due to human error. Please investigate and ensure Lu Xiaobei's concert is a success. You will receive a very generous reward upon completion!]

"Then... what should we do?"

The director looked alarmed. "If someone is deliberately sabotaging the concert equipment, then Xiao Bei's safety cannot be guaranteed. Perhaps... we should cancel the concert, or postpone it?"

"No..."

Lu Xiaobei looked anxious. "First of all, the tickets are sold out. Secondly, if I cancel at the last minute, the penalty alone will be enough to bankrupt me. I'm so poor right now, how can I afford such a hassle..."

"But..."

The director gritted his teeth. "Xiao Bei, your safety is the top priority. If someone really intends to harm you, we're in the open while they're in the shadows. What if something happens? How are we going to explain this to General Manager Huang?"

"In short, the cost of canceling at the last minute is too high; I can't afford it."

Lu Xiaobei's eyes were red; she was really poor right now and couldn't afford any more trouble.

"Don't rush."

I looked at the director. "Get me a laptop, I'll modify the underlying code and try again."

"Good..."

The director became timid and hesitant.