This Girl Forced to Become an Entertainment Company Boss

Chapter 176

In the practice room, the seven members of Fluoxetine stood in front of the mirror, with Jiang Juyou and the group's manager seated in front of them.

This was Jiang Juyou's first time meeting them, and she had to rely on the documents in her hand to recognize them. After flipping through a few pages, she looked up at the seven of them, scanning their figures with a hint of uncertainty, and asked, "Are you sure you want to go for a depressing concept?"

She was addressing the group's manager, who had been in charge of planning the entire group from the start. Jiang Juyou had given her full authority, but based on the current success, she wasn't entirely satisfied with the group's concept and music style.

"I've watched the videos you submitted before. Back then, their appearance and the concept matched somewhat, but now..." Jiang Juyou closed the folder, her face showing concern.

They had initially aimed for a depressing and healing concept, selecting members who exuded a strong sense of brokenness, those who had been worn down by reality and seemed on the brink of despair.

At that time, the members, though having some muscle, appeared quite frail. Now, however, the seven of them looked like human versions of Doberman police dogs. When they sang the songs prepared earlier, the original vibe was completely lost.

The manager beside her also looked speechless, staring at the seven members who were bowing their heads in apology. "Yeah, I never expected them to get so excited."

After confirming their participation in the summer camp concert, the members had voluntarily started practicing and even went to the gym for extra workouts, managing their physique. However, they had overdone it, resulting in a physique far from what they had envisioned.

Before Jiang Juyou arrived, the manager had already scolded them. With just over two weeks left until the concert, it was unclear whether they could salvage the situation.

Jiang Juyou sighed deeply, placing the folder aside, and then looked at the boys. "Your first appearance is crucial. It will be the first impression you leave on the public. If your image is like this, then you won't be suitable for the current concept when you debut."

"Your producer did a good job selecting the style and concept. It's quite rare and easily stands out, leaving a strong impression. On the contrary, the concept your current image fits is already overused in the idol industry—just singing, dancing, showing off a bit of toughness, and looking cool."

"If I were the public, I might just say it's outdated."

Her lengthy monologue left the producer seated beside her silent, staring at the floor, lost in thought. The worst-case scenario was that they might not be able to perform at the summer camp concert.

As the group's members began to feel disappointed and anxious, Jiang Juyou changed her tone. "But you've just gained a bit of muscle. Lying in bed for two weeks should fix that."

She turned to the manager. "Discuss with their fitness coach and see if they can tone it down a bit. If possible, they can perform as planned."

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone in the practice room lit up.

-

The concert was held in Beijing, and just transporting the equipment and stage required over a dozen large trucks.

The stage had been set up a few days ago, and yesterday, during the rehearsal, the square outside was already packed with fans. Today's scene was even more spectacular.

In the bustling crowd, there were fans of all kinds—young students, office workers, and some fashionably dressed and passionate individuals. Some wore T-shirts with their idols' names and songs, waving glow sticks and standing with friends, eagerly waiting for the doors to open.

Various artists had set up food and drink trucks for their fans, encircling half of the square. Timetrain, a group with five members, was particularly generous, preparing ten food trucks and ten drink trucks. Any audience member with a ticket could get a free serving.

Next to them was AIcho's food truck, with twelve vehicles, each bearing the slogan: "Today, AIcho is paying!"

"...They said the concert tickets alone brought in over 50 million this time."

"How can they make so much with such low ticket prices?"

"It's two shows, each bringing in close to 30 million."

"The final revenue will definitely be more than that. Their main income comes from merchandise. The sales just started, and they've already broken 10 million."

"Merchandise is sjyl's absolute stronghold—it's impossible to resist. I've already splurged. The little items are really cute. I plan to take them camping next time."

"sjyl is the company that knows how to best leverage fandom culture in the country."

"Can they hit a small target in revenue?"

"Reply: Hey, who are you insulting? You know those five androids can easily spend 100 million on merchandise, right? And this time the total price is even higher."

"A single concert event generating billions in revenue—that's a first in the country."

"No wonder sjyl doesn't need investment."

The online discussions about the concert were extremely heated. The atmosphere at the venue and videos from outside were shared by marketing accounts, and those who couldn't attend were green with envy in the comments.

Backstage was also bustling with preparations. The seven members of Fluoxetine, who were set to open the show, had already changed into their outfits, with staff members helping them put on their microphones.

The boys, who were about to perform on stage for the first time, were so nervous their hearts were pounding like drums. The deafening music in front of them was inaudible; all they could think about were the dance moves.

They wore matching white shirts with loose, draping cuts, paired with light blue jeans that hung by their feet. They were barefoot, flexing their ankles to warm up for their performance.

As the start time drew closer, the stylist tied ribbons over their eyes—some were pearl-white satin, some were white gauze, and others were white lace, allowing a faint glimpse of their brows and eyes.

"Fluoxetine, get ready to go on stage!"

"Got it!"

They slipped on slippers and dashed toward the lift stage, not even having time to say a word of encouragement before they faced their first stage ever.

The opening VCR on the screen ended, and the stage concept short film for Fluoxetine began to play. When their name appeared on the big screen, even those unfamiliar with the group gave a warm welcome with cheers.

Ke You: My legs are already shaking.

-

Calculated it, and the story should wrap up in about two weeks.

-