Chapter 173: About to Transcend Divinity Again

"Indeed, he has already told me."

"Then when would it be convenient for you to come over? Our program is ready at any time. Also, regarding the remuneration of one hundred and ten million US dollars, we have already prepared it here and are just waiting for your arrival."

"I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'll just combine it with lunch soon. After I finish eating, I can come over. If you want to pick me up, you can schedule it for around two in the afternoon."

"Very well, then shall we wait until two-thirty to come and pick you up?"

"That's fine, no problem."

"Then I wish you a pleasant meal."

The other party hung up the phone very politely, their speech filled with respect and adoration for Yang Xiaofan.

This was the attitude of an American toward an Oriental.

In a sense, Yang Xiaofan's trip to America this time could also be considered bringing glory to his country.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaofan had a meal with Qin Nanyuan at the hotel.

After dining and chatting for a while, the television station finally sent someone to pick up Yang Xiaofan.

Yang Xiaofan was soon escorted to the television station.

At the main entrance of the television station, the station director, leading a group of senior executives, had been waiting for him for a long time.

Seeing him arrive, they immediately burst into applause to welcome him.

Subsequently, the station director and a curly-haired man in a tailored suit walked over and shook hands with Yang Xiaofan one by one.

"Hello, Mr. Yang. I am Darin, the director of this television station. This is Mr. Zhao's friend and also our station's outstanding talk show host, Wen Xi."

"Hello to both of you."

Yang Xiaofan shook hands with them, neither servile nor overbearing. Anyone who didn't know better might have genuinely thought he was a heavyweight in the entertainment industry.

"Mr. Yang, let's begin recording the show right away, so as not to waste too much of your time."

"Certainly, no problem."

Yang Xiaofan naturally understood the director's intentions.

Their television station had managed to invite him through the channel of Zhao Liufang with great difficulty, so they naturally wanted to complete the recording quickly, lest he decide not to do it and all their efforts go down the drain.

On the other hand, there was also the consideration of timeliness.

Yang Xiaofan was simply too popular right now; his fame had reached an outrageous level!

They were far from being the only program wanting to invite him.

This was an open secret in the entertainment industry.

Whoever became popular would be invited onto shows immediately.

By doing so, they could seize the traffic and viewership first.

Moreover, the influx of attention a celebrity receives on their initial show—especially their very first appearance—is incomparable.

If they were to appear a second time, or many times thereafter, they would no longer be nearly as popular.

This was because the audience would have already grown weary of seeing them.

Such was the routine of the entertainment industry.

The group soon arrived at the recording studio.

Yang Xiaofan did not make his entrance first; instead, the host went on stage first to deliver an opening monologue.

This was a distinct feature of American talk show programs.

The audience members were all ticket-buyers, so one had to be able to stir up their emotions.

Only by agitating their emotions could one subsequently stir the emotions of the television audience across America.

"Hello, everyone, it's Friday night on The Wen Xi Show. Welcome to my home turf."

"Woo!"

The audience greeted him with scattered applause; the atmosphere was passable.

This was also a source of helplessness for Wen Xi.

Many years ago, he had been immensely popular, but nowadays, he had long since fallen behind. Many of the audience members who came to see him were loyal old fans, while others were merely attendees holding complimentary tickets.

Therefore, the crowd did not treat him the same way they treated the heavyweights of the talk show world.

However, tonight was different. He had the confidence to return to his former peak.

Gathering every ounce of his energy, he smiled and spoke once more:

"Over all these years, thank you for supporting my program. I know that my show is no longer what it used to be. Many old friends have left the audience seats and gone to the shows of other talk show hosts. Even so, I am still deeply grateful to the audience members and fans who are standing by me at this very moment."

"To thank you for your continuous support and deep affection, this time, I have invited a very special guest. I imagine many of you among the audience must be his fans as well!"

"His name is something most of you may have only recently learned, but I am certain you will all grow to love him! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the all-around master from the East, the painter, the singer, Yang Xiaofan!"

"Oh my god!"

The audience in the seats instantly froze.

The viewers in front of their televisions froze as well.

Not a single person had anticipated that Yang Xiaofan would actually appear on such a minor program.

"Is this real? Is this some kind of joke?"

"Exactly, that Chinese man holds a very high status right now, and his popularity is the absolute highest in the entire United States. Why would he ever show up on this failing Wen Xi Show?"

"This is truly bizarre!"

"The host must be lying. He's no longer popular, so to regain his fame, he's making up stories to play with our curiosity. That way, everyone will pay attention to his show."

However, just as people were murmuring among themselves, Yang Xiaofan suddenly stepped out from the backstage.

"Oh my god!"

The entire auditorium of spectators instantly erupted into a frenzy.

"My god, it really is Yang Xiaofan!"

"What the fuck, he actually managed to invite Yang Xiaofan!"

"Yang Xiaofan is my ultimate idol! I never expected someone to invite him onto a talk show so quickly. I simply can't believe my eyes."

Of course, among them, there were also quite a few who harbored hostility toward Yang Xiaofan.

Some viewers began spitting directly at their television screens.

Other audience members inside the studio exchanged glances, casting unfriendly looks in Yang Xiaofan's direction.

Yet the majority were in a state of seething excitement.

Indeed, many women rushed wildly toward Yang Xiaofan's side.

"Mr. Yang, I love you! Mr. Yang! I'm your fan!"

"Mr. Yang, I am just so thrilled. You are my idol for life, and I never dreamed I would meet you in this lifetime. Was it God who arranged for me to meet you?"

While methodically dodging the wandering hands of these overly enthusiastic older women and young ladies, Yang Xiaofan maintained a smile and responded in fluent English:

"Thank you all for your deep affection, but I must kindly ask everyone to return to your seats. Otherwise, it would be quite unfortunate if a stampede were to occur."

Since this was right in front of the television cameras, Yang Xiaofan had to maintain his elegant composure.

Otherwise, he would likely be exploited and attacked by malicious critics once again.