The woman he was looking for was not onstage.
Jiang Chengshi glanced back at the sea of people in the auditorium.
Apart from a few small lights by the side doors,
the auditorium was almost pitch-black.
Who had Song Ning sent him here to see?
He could not move around. The only people he could see were those standing onstage.
Yet no one onstage held his attention.
Jiang Chengshi continued to fret.
Onstage, the host had already raised her microphone and asked the creative team to introduce themselves one by one.
Starting with the director, each gave a brief introduction, and each introduction drew a round of applause.
When it was the turn of the male and female leads, applause and cheers rang out, taking a long time to subside.
After that came the question-and-answer session.
The host held a set of cards with questions prepared well in advance.
She started with the director again, asking about difficulties or amusing incidents during filming...
Then came the male and female leads, and so on. In short, everyone onstage was asked questions.
The atmosphere was lively, and the audience listened with rapt interest.
Applause rose again and again.
This took quite a while.
Since this was a discussion event, the next segment involved interaction with the audience.
It was divided into questions from the press and questions from the audience.
Some of the main lights in the center of the auditorium came on, allowing the questioners to interact with those onstage.
Having forced himself to stay seated this long, Jiang Chengshi was already half asleep.
When he heard that even the questions in the interactive segment were stiff and formal, he knew that every part of this event must have been arranged beforehand.
The discussion proceeded smoothly.
He merely found it dull.