The piano competition was over, and the ten commentators unanimously elected Song Yan as the winner of the competition. The other nine contestants were also very convinced because they were all conquered by Song Yan's two pieces of music.
The organizer awarded awards to ten contestants on the spot.
As the first place, Song Yan received a bonus of 500,000 yuan, and the award was presented personally by Ma Jingchu, chairman of the Piano Association.
As soon as he returned to the backstage, Song Yan was about to talk to Song Xuexia. Unexpectedly, he was pestered by a group of reporters again and had to signal them to leave first.
After finally getting rid of the entanglement of reporters and walking out of the stadium, a voice came from behind.
"Mr. Song, please stay."
Song Yan looked back and saw Fu Qingfeng in formal clothes walking towards him with a smile on his face.
"It turns out to be Mr. Fu." Song Yan paused.
"Mr. Song is so versatile. You play the piano so well."
"Excellent."
Song Yan responded lightly. He believed that Fu Qingfeng did not stop him specifically to praise him for his good piano playing. Therefore, he was waiting for Fu Qingfeng to explain his purpose.
Fu Qingfeng took out a golden invitation from his arms and offered it with both hands: "Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, there will be a unique auction at Hongye Villa. This is the invitation card. If you are free, you might as well come and take a look."
"Okay." Song Yan nodded and took the invitation: "I will arrive on time."
"Do you know that good-for-nothing Fu Qingfeng?" After Fu Qingfeng left, Shi Xiaoyue came over.
Song Yan looked at Shi Xiaoyue with some confusion, wondering why she called Fu Qingfeng a waste.
Shi Xiaoyue continued: "Did I say it wrong? I am already thirty years old and am only in the middle of the day after tomorrow. What is it if I am not a waste? I am far behind you!"
Song Yan smiled. Everyone has a judgment in their heart, so he did not argue with her, but said: "Let's go to the traffic police brigade. By the way, will I be detained in this situation?"
"You are a young hero. How dare I detain you? There is no need to go to the traffic police brigade, but you still have to pay the ticket!" As he spoke, Shi Xiaoyue handed him a ticket and motioned for him to sign.
"Or sign on the back?" Song Yan asked with a smile.
Shi Xiaoyue glared at him angrily: "What do you think?"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Song Yan wrote his name on the signature of the ticket.
After taking the ticket, Shi Xiaoyue looked at Song Yan and said: "Although I admire you very much, if you are caught speeding or driving without a license next time, I will never show mercy again, so I suggest you get a driver's license." ! Driving without a license, detained for fifteen days.”
"Well, thanks for reminding me, I will."
After watching Shi Xiaoyue leave, Song Yan called Zhang Ziran and asked him to drive to the stadium.
After a while, Zhang Ziran took a taxi and took him to school.
"By the way, there is an auction at Hongye Villa tonight, will you go?" Song Yan asked Zhang Ziran.
"Boss, how did you know there was an auction at Hongye Villa?" Zhang Ziran stared at Song Yan in surprise.
Song Yan took out the invitation and waved it in front of Zhang Ziran.
Seeing this golden invitation, Zhang Ziran looked slightly stunned, and then quickly grabbed it and looked through it.
Then he exclaimed: "Wow, boss, where did you get this golden invitation? My dad can't even get an ordinary invitation, but you actually got a golden invitation. It's so awesome." Got it!"
"Fu Qingfeng gave it to me." Song Yan said lightly.
"Boss... Boss, what did you say?" Zhang Ziran showed an expression of extreme shock when he heard Fu Qingfeng's name.
"I said, this invitation was given to me by Fu Qingfeng!"
"Oh my god! Boss, Fu Qingfeng actually sent you an invitation personally?" Zhang Ziran's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Isn't it just an invitation? What a fuss!" Song Yan said angrily.
Zhang Ziran was so excited by Song Yan's understatement that he almost jumped up: "Isn't it just...an invitation! Boss, I really admire you! Boss, do you know who Fu Qingfeng is? Do you know what the golden invitation represents? ?”
Without waiting for Song Yan to speak, Zhang Ziran continued: "Fu Qingfeng is the eldest son of the Fu family and the founder of Hongye Villa, and the Fu family is a super big family similar to the Nangong family. Even the mayor and municipal party committee secretary, I'm afraid They are not qualified to let Mr. Fu personally deliver the invitation.
Most of the items in this auction are provided by the Fu family. I heard that there are many treasures, and countless dignitaries want to participate in this auction. However, I heard that there are only one hundred places for this auction.
Moreover, the invitations were divided into three levels. In order to obtain the lowest-level red invitation, my father offered a sky-high price of 50 million, but no one sold it. The one level higher than the red invitation was the silver invitation.
It is said that the mayor and municipal party secretary received silver invitations.
Finally, there is this golden invitation. It is said that there are only three of them. If you want to sell this golden invitation, someone will buy it even if you ask for 500 million. Boss, do you still dare to say that this is just an invitation? "
After listening to Zhang Ziran's story, Song Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were so many twists and turns in a small invitation.
"Boss, can I ask you something?" Suddenly, Zhang Ziran hesitated a little.
"If you fart, let it go."
"This golden invitation can bring two people, can you bring my dad too?" Zhang Ziran said with some anxiety.
"OK."
"Thank you, boss." Zhang Ziran said moved.
"Okay, stop being sensational, isn't it just an auction? There's no need for this!"
"Boss, you're here again. It seems I have to educate you on why everyone wants to get into the auction!"
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After school, Song Yan and Song Xue returned to their uncle's house together.
The eldest aunt had already prepared a table of dishes and put a bottle of champagne on the table.
At 7:20, Zhang Ziran and his son drove to the outside of Dabo's community.
After receiving the call, Song Yan said goodbye to his uncle and his family and went downstairs.
"Boss, here!"
Zhang Ziran was waving to him excitedly and shouting. Next to him stood a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing. Judging from the somewhat similar appearance of the two, this middle-aged man should be Zhang Ziran's father, Zhang Tianyang.
Today, when Zhang Ziran returned home and told Zhang Tianyang about Song Yan's golden invitation, the other party was shocked at first, and then in disbelief.
But his son would definitely not deceive him in this regard, which made him realize that his son's classmate Song Yan must have an extraordinary background. At the same time, he also realized that this was an opportunity, so he repeatedly told his son that he must Build a good relationship with Song Yan.
Seeing Song Yan this time, Zhang Tianyang nodded secretly. Although his face was a little childish, he had an extraordinary bearing, especially his eyes, which were clear in black and white, and revealed a strong confidence.
So, he took the initiative to greet him and said in a warm tone: "Hello, Ayan, I am Zhang Tianyang, the father of that brat Zhang Ziran."
"Hello, Uncle Zhang." Song Yan responded with a smile.
After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them got into Zhang Tianyang's multi-million-dollar Mercedes-Benz and drove towards Hongye Villa.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Hongye Villa.
After presenting the golden invitation, the security guard suddenly became solemn, and two security guards ran to guide the car to the location of the auction.
The auction was held in an auditorium on the property.
At this moment, Fu Qingfeng was standing in front of the auditorium. When he saw Song Yan getting out of the car, he couldn't help but rush up to meet him. When Zhang Tianyang saw him, his expression suddenly became particularly solemn. Fu Qingfeng came out to greet him personally. Even the people in the city No. 1 and No. 2 don’t have this face. (To be continued)