Chương 257: An Eagle Falling from the Altar

The vote-counting screen lit up. They had finally reached the most important part of the Silver Eagle Festival, the actors’ awards.

The vote-counters for the favorite actor were rolling at a high speed. As time passed, the rising number on the screen slowed down.

There were lots of nominees for the award, and the voting mechanism made the competition fiercer.

Li Baotian, a frequent Silver Eagle nominee, was sure about the result.

There was only one minute left. The whole audience was focused on the countdown. As an onlooker, Qin Guan was clear about the situation.

All the nominated actors were more or less nervous. Only one was unusually calm.

The host was adding fuel to the raging fire. Suddenly, everyone stirred. During the last ten seconds, the counter for Pu Cunxin was rolling like crazy.

10,000, 20,000, 60,000 votes were pouring in in those thrilling last ten seconds.

His opponents watched the gap between them with wild eyes.

"What's happening?"

"Why?"