Is this piano strong enough
The lobby manager has been working here for so many years. Some performers have asked, "Is the piano expensive?" Some have asked, "Is the material of the piano good?" But no one has ever asked, "Is the piano hard?"
This thing is a musical instrument! What does its quality have to do with how hard it is
The lobby manager vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"What are you talking about..."
Before he finished speaking, another staff member knocked on the door of the preparation room.
"Excuse me, it's time for us to go on stage."
Jie Fangcheng nodded, carried the cello, and followed the staff to the backstage.
The main banquet hall is very spacious, and the main stage is decorated like a dream. All kinds of precious materials that are hard to come by in other galaxies are just decorations here. Even the secondary stage on the right is decorated quite luxuriously.
The groom was already standing at the entrance, holding flowers in his hands, waiting for the master of ceremonies to invite him to go on stage.
Everyone in the banquet hall had a smile on their face.
Although this was a wedding, because Gu Fanxin, who attended the wedding, was the only daughter of the boss of Meilei Company, this wedding had become a venue for meetings and exchanges for the entire upper class circles of Dixing.
Although the people in the outer galaxy seemed to have lost confidence in their products because Aunt Li and her friends suddenly gained weight after taking diet pills during the live broadcast... But it doesn't matter. The core thing in the diet pills is a radioactive substance. If humans come into direct contact with this radioactive substance, they will age and die instantly. Only by processing other substances together can the aging process be slowed down, and this technology is only available on the Imperial Star.
If they want to continue losing weight until they become skeletons, diet pills have become a necessity for them. The temporary distrust will eventually be forgotten in their memory as time goes by.
As for the harmfulness of radiation... Anyway, the outer galaxies are like that now. Even if there are no toxic weight-loss drugs, people who are too thin will not live for long.
This time, Meilei Company is the second company whose weight-loss drug was proven to be ineffective. Although its market value has also declined, it is obvious that this decline is much better than that of Leishou Company. After all, the alien galaxy has more trust in big brands, and for a behemoth like Meilei Company, a "live broadcast accident" is nothing. Miss Gu is still going to hold the wedding safely, and the current person in power in the Gu family has also arrived at the venue.
Even though there is chaos outside, that is just the employees they hired who are busy. It has little to do with them, the big bosses. They just need to give orders.
At this time, there were even people standing in the front row talking loudly to the people around them.
"Is there any drug on the market that is completely safe? Even if our diet pills really have problems, what does it matter if a few aliens die from taking them?"
This sentence was also heard by Jie Fangcheng, who had just come to the front stage from the backstage. He heard it, and the camera following him perfectly fed back this sentence to the audience in the live broadcast room, and the audience also heard it.
The live broadcast room is still very quiet, like the calm sea before the storm, but what is hidden is the endless storm.
Many viewers felt sad, with a fire burning in their hearts that they had no way to release.
The imperial star that sucked the blood of the entire galaxy was like a giant wearing thick armor and holding a sharp spear, while the other galaxies were just some skinny little people in tattered clothes and hungry.
How can they make the evil Emperor Star pay the price
This seems to be a very long topic, and it must start with the development of technology... No, it must start with not using weight-loss pills and not giving money to these big companies.
But if I think so, do others think so too? Or should we just muddle along, like a blindfolded donkey, pretending nothing has happened and continuing to grind the millstone
Just when countless people were hesitating, they saw on the live broadcast screen that the host was holding an expensive and heavy cello. He walked past the staff who were still instructing him to play well, and he jumped lightly from the side stage and walked straight to the person who had just spoken.
"Wang Qin?"
Wang Qin was still talking. When he heard his name, he turned around. He was stunned when he saw his face. Then he was stunned again when he saw the cello in his hand.
He often comes to this hotel. The cello player he played before didn’t look like this...
"ah?"
Wang Qin's doubtful expression had not yet been fully uttered, and the next second it turned into a scream that echoed throughout the entire banquet hall - a scream that echoed throughout the entire banquet hall on a physical level.
“Ahhh!”
Xie Fangcheng swung his cello, and Wang Qin was hit like a ping-pong ball by a racket. He was immediately hit and flew out rapidly. He screamed from near the main stage and directly fell into the door of the banquet hall which was dozens of meters away. After hitting the door, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
All this happened so happily that in a flash many people hadn't even reacted to what was happening before they saw Wang Qin's fate.
"Shit... Who are you? What are you doing?!"
Not only the people in the banquet hall wanted to ask this question, but also the audience in the live broadcast room and the lobby manager who was staring blankly at the screen in the backstage wanted to ask this question.
Wang Qin is also a well-known entrepreneur. He came with his family’s younger generations.
At this time he flew out, and the young and strong descendants of the Wang family he brought with him finally came to their senses and rushed up angrily to beat him.
Jie Fangcheng also clapped the expensive cello in his hand without mercy. The sounds of "ah ah" accompanied by the muffled sounds of the cello body made the atmosphere of the entire venue extremely lively.
Seeing that the entire Wang family was being beaten to death, the boss who had just been chatting with Wang Qin came to his senses and hurried over to separate them.
"Young man, this is the wedding of the daughter of Meilei Company. Even if you have a grudge against Lao Wang, you can't..."
“Bang”—“Ahhhh”—“Bang.”
What on earth is this person trying to do?! Why is he attacking so indiscriminately
The groom was originally waiting at the door holding flowers, but he didn't care about these things at this moment. He stuffed the flowers in his hand into the hands of the people around him and rushed over with a frown, looking very imposing.
"Are you looking for death? Beating someone up at my Lin Dongxiang's wedding? You don't want to die..."
There was another crisp "bang" and "ahhh" sound.
The entire venue was silent, and then it finally exploded.
"Who the hell is this? Who invited him here? Is he crazy?"
"Hurry up and call the security to come in and arrest him! Security! Security!"
"Where the hell are the managers of this hotel? Why aren't they taking action?"
Soon, those who had been wondering what Jie Fangcheng was going to do finally knew what he was going to do.
Manager Xie was waving the cello in his hand like a tornado. The wind blew from south to north and from east to west, causing screams and causing death or injury wherever it passed.
When have these "entrepreneurs" who have always been admired and looked down upon other residents on the Imperial Star been beaten? Their elegant demeanor is maintained by the flesh and blood of others. When Jie Fangcheng rushed in, these self-righteous local tyrants showed their true colors.
It was just that his mortal body could not withstand the impact of his cello.
Jie Fangcheng's attack was too outrageous. It would have been fine if he had used a cello to hit people, but this broken cello was so heavy, but in his hand it was like a stick. The people around him who were trying to avoid him were like ducks hit by stones, quacking and fleeing in panic.
It all happened so suddenly that when the hotel finally came to their senses and the security guards came in with guns, the tornado had already knocked down a small half of the entrepreneurs.
"Shoot!"
The guns in the hands of the security guards were all automatically tracking, and the bullets flew rapidly towards Jie Fangcheng after being released from the chamber. However, this man seemed to have eyes on his back. He bent his waist backwards at nearly 90 degrees in a strange posture that did not conform to Newton's laws, but he was reluctant to put down the piano in his hand and continued to play it.
The recovered bullet was blocked by the person who threw it out, and it was also this smash that broke the cello in Jie Fangcheng's hand.
"It's still quite hard." Jie Fangcheng muttered.
The people around him just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that since this man had no weapons left, he must not be that aggressive anymore. The next second, in full view of everyone, they didn't know where he got it from... He took out a huge golden sword, which looked much more lethal than the cello. A light flashed on the sword, and you could tell at a glance that it would hurt more if it hit someone.
There was a scream.
The closer people were to the center of the venue, the higher their status in Emperor Star and the better their family background. This was originally their pride, but at this moment, some of the not-so-"excellent" entrepreneurs who were a little further away and closer to the walls and gates, whom they looked down upon, had already opened the door and ran away while Jie Fangcheng was trying hard to hit people. Those in the center were frantically fiddling with their legs, and the originally short distance of dozens of meters was turned into a race.
There is no point in running. Now the entrances of several doors are blocked. There are a bunch of security guards outside trying to get in, and a bunch of entrepreneurs inside trying to get out. The door is still a door after all. With so many people trying to squeeze in, it will soon be blocked.
Jie Fangcheng was chasing and beating people inside the door, while people outside the door wanted to go out and people outside wanted to come in. For a moment, the scene was harmonious amid the screams.
The audience on the live broadcast screen slowly came back to their senses.
"Who is this big brother? Which galaxy is he from? Isn't he too powerful?"
"These people are pure beasts! Big brother, you fought well! I want to fly a spaceship to the Imperial Star too!"
"Shit... Can it still be operated this way?? Can it still be played directly??"
At this moment, a sentence floated in the barrage: "Why not?"
yes!
Look at those bosses on the screen who are usually high and mighty, they are also afraid of pain and death.
Under the armor made of technology and wealth, the people of the Imperial Star are still just "people" no different from those in ordinary galaxies.
Just when the public realized that these people were still human beings after all and would die if they were killed, Zhang Daoan's live broadcast room was finally opened at this moment.
He was holding a thick stack of research reports in his hand. The research lines in it spanned nearly a hundred years. These were research results that could only be seen on the Imperial Star.
These data explain in detail the series of consequences that excessive weight loss can cause, such as shortened lifespan and poor physical condition. Research on diet pills has shown that they contain radioactive substances that are harmful to the human body and can cause irreversible damage to the body after taking them.
The live broadcast room quickly became popular. Zhang Daoan's calm tone and professional explanation were already very convincing. He also forcibly opened the connection between the Imperial Star and the alien star network.
For the first time, people from other galaxies saw the voices on the Imperial Star Network.
These people, who are obviously human beings just like them, unscrupulously discuss the "fools" from the alien galaxy on their own star network, and laugh at them for making losing weight their life goal - obviously, it was these people who brought this concept to the alien galaxy in the first place, and it was they who influenced public opinion and swayed everyone's aesthetic taste, making thinness the benchmark.
"I want revenge! Our whole family is a victim of excessive weight loss! My parents died early. Last year, my sister went shopping and felt dizzy on the road. She fell down and died in the hospital. I am lying in a hospital bed now. I sold my house and spaceship to buy three grams of cleaning stone... It's all caused by these beasts! They have ruined our entire galaxy!"
"If I hadn't lost so much weight, I wouldn't have been separated from my wife forever! Damn it, I'm going for it too!"
"Charge! Drive the spaceship to the Imperial Star! Avenge ourselves and our families!!"
(End of this chapter)