"Tap, tap, tap."
Dense footsteps echoed through the corridor in waves.
The cheers from the music festival below surged upward like a tide. Even through the concrete, steel framework, and temporary flooring, they crashed clearly into their ears, making the soles of their feet tingle faintly.
Followed by the organizer's staff, the group passed through the rear corridor and boarded a temporarily installed freight elevator, which slowly climbed upward.
The elevator doors opened.
A nearly complete panorama of the entire venue spread out before them.
Light columns, the stage, enormous backdrops, rows of speakers, the sea-like crowd below, and the subtitles and footage constantly scrolling across the auxiliary LED screens on both sides...
From this position, it was far more breathtaking—and far more beautiful—than being squeezed into the crowd below.
This was a cluster of semi-open elevated platforms and glass box areas on the upper level of the cultural park.
They were reserved specifically for partners, media personnel, and internal guests.
Exposed industrial-style steel frames stretched overhead, while a large transparent canopy covered one side. It blocked most of the cold wind, yet left the restless heat from outside and the unique wild energy of a rock concert completely intact.
Dark non-slip flooring covered the ground beneath their feet. Heaters stood by the edges, while drinks and snacks had already been set out at the temporary bar in the corner. Staff waited quietly nearby.
The moment they stepped inside, people began approaching them one after another.
The first to approach was a woman in her early thirties, with a neat ponytail and an ID badge pinned to her scarf. Her smile was professional and warm.
"Mr. Tang, I didn't expect you to be here tonight as well. I'm Du Fei from Yan Province Television. We met once at that project