From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 338: To China

Two days after the meeting in Dayo’s office, the world still did not feel like it was slowing down.

It only felt like the wave was changing direction.

Korea had already tasted it, and now Asia was stretching its hands out like it wanted to grab the whole thing and claim it first.

That night, Dayo finally sat still long enough to call home as it been a long while since he heard from home.

The moment the call connected, he heard it in the background before anyone even spoke properly. Movement, voices, laughter, that kind of loud happiness that tells you the whole house has been watching you without rest.

His mother’s voice came first, warm and emotional.

"Dayo, are you okay. Are you eating."

Dayo smiled. "Yes ma. I’m fine."

"Fine," she repeated like she did not believe it. "You are everywhere. Everywhere."

Someone else shouted in the background. His father’s voice. His siblings. Everybody trying to talk at once like he was on speaker.

Dayo laughed quietly. "Alright, alright. One person at a time."

Then his brother’s voice cut through the noise, clear and sharp, the same way it always sounded when he was focused.

"Bro."

Dayo’s smile deepened. "Jeffrey."

"You are not normal," Jeffrey said, and Dayo could hear the grin in his voice. "Movie, album, tour. Bro, are you breathing at all."

Dayo exhaled. "I’m breathing. Just barely."

Jeffrey chuckled, then his tone shifted into that proud kind of seriousness. "You know people are calling me. People are sending me clips. They’re saying my brother is moving like a whole industry."

Dayo’s eyes softened for a second. "How is your training."

Jeffrey replied immediately, like the question mattered more than all the noise online. "Good. I’m on track."

Dayo’s voice turned playful. "And the next competition."

"Soon," Jeffrey said, then added fast, "And don’t come and compete with me."

Dayo laughed. "Why."

"Because you will come and steal my gold," Jeffrey said with full confidence, and the house behind him erupted in laughter again.

Dayo shook his head. "You are already doing close to Olympic time accoriding to Coach Richard , and you’re still scared of me."

Jeffrey snorted. "Exactly. I know you. You don’t like losing. Even if you pretend."

Dayo leaned back in his chair, amused. "Okay. Surprise me first, then I won’t talk."

"Don’t worry," Jeffrey replied, voice firm. "I’ll work harder because of you."

"That’s the spirit," Dayo said, and for a moment his chest felt lighter than it had in weeks.

"Brother Dayo so you finally have my time." Janet voice crept in as she kept quite since. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Dayo smiled. "Oh no Janet you’re the reason i called heard you were doing your exams."

Janet smile brighten up and asked. "Really ?."

"Of course I love you more you know that right ?"

"Hehe Yeah I know." Janet smiled with her eyes.

The whole family laughed at the whole scenario.

They talked a little more, family jokes, small updates, his mother reminding him to rest like rest was a law.

Then Dayo ended the call and sat quietly for a few seconds, phone still in his hand, staring at the ceiling like he was storing the warmth before going back into war mode.

Because the moment he stepped back into the other room, the world was waiting again.

Jang Wook looked like he had not slept properly. His phone was in his hand, his laptop was open, and a second screen was showing ticket platform dashboards like it was a heart monitor.

Min Jae sat on the couch, calm, but even his calm had a sharper edge today.

Dayo walked in and asked the only thing that mattered.

"China."

Jang Wook did not even pretend to ease him into it.

"Shanghai and Beijing are locked," he said. "One show each. Same mini tour style. Tight movement plan. Strong security. No mistakes."

Min Jae nodded once. "The venues are good."

Dayo asked, "Capacity."

Jang Wook tapped the screen and turned it slightly so Dayo could see it properly.

"Shanghai stop is set for fifty two thousand seats. Beijing stop is set for sixty five thousand seats."

Dayo’s eyes narrowed slightly, not from fear, but from calculation.

That was not Korea numbers anymore.

That was the kind of number that could become chaos if mishandled.

Jang Wook swallowed, then continued, like he needed to say it fast before he could overthink it.

"And we’re posting it today."

Min Jae asked, "Are you ready."

Dayo answered calmly. "Post it."

Min Jae handled it the same way he handled everything. Clean, direct, confident.

China leg announced.

Shanghai first.

Beijing next.

One show per city.

Limited seats.

No extra dates announced.

And that was when the internet did what it always did when it smelled something rare.

It exploded.

Not slowly.

Not gradually.

Violently.

The ticket links went live.

And the China dashboards immediately started moving like something was wrong, like the numbers were too fast to be human.

Jang Wook refreshed once. Then again. Then again.

His voice came out low, shocked.

"Ten minutes."

Dayo looked at him. "What."

Jang Wook pointed at the screen.

"In ten minutes, Shanghai already moved seventy percent."

Min Jae leaned forward slightly, eyes focused now. "That fast."

Jang Wook’s fingers trembled just a bit as he scrolled through the live numbers.

"Shanghai total seats, fifty two thousand. In ten minutes, thirty six thousand four hundred tickets are gone. Paid. Confirmed."

Dayo did not speak.

Because the numbers were still moving.

Then the Beijing link opened properly.

And it was worse.

People were not even waiting for Shanghai confirmation before jumping to Beijing like they wanted to grab everything at once.

Jang Wook whispered, "Beijing is moving faster."

Min Jae’s mouth opened slightly, then closed again, like even he was surprised.

"Ten minutes," Jang Wook said again, like the word had become a curse.

"In ten minutes, Beijing moved seventy percent too."

Dayo asked quietly, "How many."

Jang Wook answered.

"Sixty five thousand seats. In ten minutes, forty five thousand five hundred already gone."

The room stayed quiet for a moment.

Not because anyone was calm.

But because sometimes numbers hit you like a slap, and your brain needs a second to recover.

Then the rest happened like a storm finishing its mission.

Payment failures started trending.

Queue screenshots flooded Chinese social platforms.

People screaming about being kicked out the moment they clicked confirm.

People crying because they watched the seat map disappear in real time.

And then, right on schedule, the scalpers appeared like sickness.

Tickets listed at four times the original price, then five times, then more.

Jang Wook refreshed again, then slowly sat back like he had lost strength.

"Twenty five minutes," he said.

Dayo already knew, but he still asked. "Finished."

Jang Wook nodded.

"Shanghai, sold out. Beijing, sold out. Both gone."

Min Jae exhaled once, a short laugh that was half disbelief.

"That is insane."

Jang Wook did not laugh.

He looked like a man who could already see the next problem coming.

"This is bigger than Korea," he said, voice tight. "Bigger crowd behavior. Bigger resale market. Bigger risk."

Dayo stared at the sold out signs on both dashboards like he was watching history get stamped.

Shanghai sold out.

Beijing sold out.

Total China tickets, one hundred and seventeen thousand.

Gone.

In under half an hour.

Min Jae finally looked at Dayo and smiled like a man who enjoyed chaos when it belonged to him.

"You wanted scale."

Dayo answered calmly, "This is scale."

Jang Wook rubbed his face, then said quietly, "And the complaints are already pouring in. Thousands. People are begging for extra dates."

Dayo shook his head once.

"No extra dates announced yet."

Min Jae raised his brows. "You want to keep them hungry."

Dayo’s voice stayed even. "I want to keep it controlled."

He paused, then added, "If we rush, we break something. If we break something, they will eat us alive."

Jang Wook nodded immediately. "Understood."

Outside the office, the internet was already turning it into a war.

China fans screaming that this was the biggest foreign wave they had seen in a long time.

Korean fans laughing like proud relatives.

Japanese fans begging for their city.

Americans complaining loudly, but still streaming the album and watching movie clips like addicts.

And in the middle of it, Dayo stood still, calm like he always was, because panic was what people expected from a man being chased by a crowd this big.

He did not give them panic.

He gave them direction.

Dayo looked at Jang Wook and said, "Prepare the movement plan."

Then he looked at Min Jae.

"And tell the team, we fly soon."

Min Jae smiled. "To China."

Dayo nodded once.

"To China."

And in the same moment, as the sold out signs stayed on the screens like trophies, one truth settled in the room.

Korea was only the beginning.

China was going to prove whether this was hype.

Or whether it was a storm that could not be stopped.