Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Yes, I understand your concern.” Zhang Cai thought for a while and softly said, “But our show is our Young Master’s idea. You should be quite familiar with his capabilities. Lady Nianwei’s concert was hosted by him.”

Once Zhang Cai said these words, Director Huang, who was in a difficult position, immediately stumbled, obviously muddled.

The Young Master that this manager Zhang Cai is talking about is the one who hosted the concert for Lady Li Nianwei? The Young Master who was walking dogs on television? It really is him?

Director Huang’s hands trembled, and he was stunned for a while before asking carefully, “Is it the one who said he was walking the dogs and hang up during the live-broadcast, that… Young Master?”

Hearing Director Huang say this, Hong Dali, who was using Li Nianwei’s leg as a pillow, violently jumped up, grabbed the phone and roared, “If you didn’t mention this, I would have almost forgotten about it. Why did you guys suddenly hang up on me that time? Can’t one even speak the truth now, damn it! I was very serious then, OK? You guys are infringing on human rights, do you believe I will sue you!”

His words came out in quick-fire succession, and at the end, he still wasn’t appeased. “Next time, if this happens again and someone dares to hang up on me, I will slap him to death!”

Quietness, a weird quietness.

After an entire half minute, Director Huang’s voice sounded from the phone. “That… that is… Young Master, we’re from Tianjing Satellite TV here, not Tianjing Variety Channel. The case you’re talking about, you have to talk to Station Director Li who is in charge of Tianjing Variety Channel…”

“Damn! I don’t care since you are all from Tianjing TV station!” Hong Dali roared again. “Then pass on the message for me! Pass it on! Do you know that that matter deeply hurt my heart? Until now, I still haven’t recovered!”

At his side, Li Nianwei and Tang Muxin looked at each other and burst out in laughter.

Station Director Huang felt that he was really hit by the bullet even though he was lying down. But he had really heard of this small ancestor before, the super prodigal of Tianjing City. The matter was that his luck was extraordinarily good, to the point that he was like a fortune baby protected by Heaven, a mascot type of person. Who dared to go anger him?

Thinking of this, he decisively changed his words. “Then… then alright, Young Master. Let’s carry on discussing the TV show. I wonder if Young Master’s ‘I Am a Singer’ is truly able to ensure that it will get a high viewership rating? You should know that as a Station Director, I have to be responsible for the viewership ratings. If the viewership ratings… Of course, I know that with your wisdom, the viewership ratings definitely won’t be low, but I still feel that it would be safer if you invite Lady Nianwei to make an appearance, even if it’s just for a while…”

“My Sister Nianwei isn’t free.” Hong Dali said in a bad mood. “Just tell me if you agree or not. If you don’t, I will just find another TV station instead!”

Now, Hong Dali who already had a few nicknames—’Big Bro Dali’, ‘Big Bird. Not Lazy,’ and so on—spoke very aggressively. I’m helping you increase your viewership rating for free, and you still dare to speak conditions with me!?

“Then… alright then.” Station Director Huang didn’t dare to offend this small ancestor. After all, he was a legend in the world of prodigals, a prodigy in the world of lucky people. The type of impressive people that might have their foot hit by a gold bar when they’re walking on the streets. His show might really become a big hit—even if it didn’t, he still could answer to the people below him. After all, Hong Dali didn’t lack money. If he were pleased, he would reward them greatly. Even if the viewership ratings were a bit low, it was still acceptable. He instantly said, “Then, then when could I view the show?”

“When the time comes, you just have to air it!” Hong Dali hanged up.

“Oh, my heart…” Station Director Huang clasped his chest. “He doesn’t even let me view the program, how am I supposed to air it… when I am supposed to air it… what am I supposed to air!?”

While Station Director Huang was feeling apprehensive, Hong Dali was calm and composed. He was excitedly planning on how to burn money—such a good opportunity to burn money to earn attribute points, if he didn’t, even Heaven wouldn’t forgive him. “Xiaoyi, do you have any good plans? Tell them to me. Since we’re planning on doing something, it must be a big scene. For the venue, just use that stadium for now. As for the rest, what do you think is the best way to go about it?”

Ling Xiaoyi said, “The fee for the venue should be the same. But Young Master, this time, I would advise not to make it free anymore. After all, with last time’s experience, if this time it’s free again, I fear that there will be too many people and cause a stampede to happen.”

Her worry wasn’t without reason.

Last time for Li Nianwei’s concert, numerous people expressed regret for not attending. There were even those who planned to commit suicide because of regret. This time, if it were free again, it could be expected that the people attending would be at least 100,000 or more—even if they couldn’t see Li Nianwei, it was guaranteed that it would be a big scene since it was hosted by Young Master. If they didn’t come, it would be their loss, so why would they not come?

That was an entire 100,000 people. Put together, it would be a grand scene where the people would fill every corner, and any slight accident would result in a big event.

“Yes, that’s quite true.” Hong Dali touched his chin and said, “Charge a fee then. And not too low either. If it’s too low, it won’t be any different from being free. Let’s do it this way—charge it depending on the seating. Those nearer to the front will be more expensive, those towards the back will slightly cheaper. At the front, mark an area for VIPs—don’t make it like last time where a person had to take a beating just to see me to discuss things. Yup, four VIP areas; every seat 2,000 yuan. Front seats 500 yuan each; the nearer seats at the back 100 yuan and more; and those even more towards the back 50 yuan and more.”

“This…” The surrounding people all looked around at one another. “Young Master, isn’t this price a bit too high?”

Ling Xiaoyi also said, “Young Master, if we charge the fees this way, I’m afraid that there won’t be a lot of people attending. After all, Lady Nianwei won’t be going on stage—they might not be willing to pay such a price then.”

Hong Dali thought for a while. “OK, cut the price in half then. VIP seats 1,000 yuan, front seats 200 yuan, those at the back 60 yuan and 30 yuan—somewhere about this price. You can adjust them as you see fit. Remember, charging a fee for the seats is not our motive. The motive is to control the number of people attending. Don’t let too many people attend and end up having 100,000 plus people crowding in. I don’t want a stampede accident to happen—each life is precious!” Actually, according to Hong Dali’s plan, he had never intended to make any profit in the first place. The problem was that if he didn’t charge a fee, it would be difficult to control the number of attendees. If it were really free, he expected that the entire Tianjing west fourth loop would be paralyzed.

“OK.” Ling Xiaoyi took note of it and said, “As for the stage, Young Master, do you want to follow last time’s?”

Hong Dali: “Double it—make it a million or more worth. A big scene, I want a big scene! As for the stereo sound system, is there any that’s better than the 500,000 yuan one?”

Ling Xiaoyi shook her head. “Currently speaking, there isn’t. 500,000 yuan for one night is already the best available.”

Hong Dali: “This is really a pain in the balls. Then just use the 500,000 yuan system. As for the lighting, this time, let’s use something even more spectacular! The one we used last time still felt a bit lacking. Xiaoyi, use all the cars that were used last time and help me hire a few helicopters. This time, let’s have a far and near cross lighting experience!”

Tang Muxin clasped her head. “This is really playing bigger each time. He even started to use helicopters for the lightings—Hong Dali, this prodigal! Making a TV program into such a big scene…”