On July 9, a ten-story cruise ship was docked at the Haicheng East Coast Port. At 6:30 in the evening, the cruise ship was brightly lit, and the red carpet led directly to the golden Roman column revolving door. The smell of money from the world of fame and fortune was everywhere.
I rehearsed with Mr. Vincent for a whole day yesterday, and finally achieved a true fusion of Chinese and Western music. Today they played [Butterfly Lovers] and [Jasmine Flower] together.
I heard that he was shocked after seeing the video of her interview at the Central Conservatory of Music, so he contacted the school authorities of No. 9 Middle School and asked for her email address.
Wen Qiao was wearing a black dress, and Lu Youyou, who was carrying a guitar bag on her back, looked like a little assistant. She was extremely satisfied with her masterpiece: "Our Qiao has reached a new level of beauty today."
Wen Qiao hooked Lu Youyou's arm, looked at the two people next to the revolving door, and raised his eyebrows: "Look..."
As they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the golden Roman columns.
Zhao Tong crossed her arms and sneered, "I thought I was seeing things. It turns out it's really you two? What are you doing here? To watch a performance? Your arrival has really lowered the standard of the entire audience. Why are you carrying a piano bag to watch a performance? What? You want to provoke a world-class piano master? Don't embarrass yourself."
Wen Qiao: …
How can this person be so talkative
She opened her lips and was about to explain so that Zhao Tong wouldn't seem too stupid if she said too much.
Zhao Tong started blabbering again: "Which row are your tickets? If you sit too far back you won't be able to see the master's grace. Lulu and I have VIP tickets, first row. I'll tell you how wonderful the concert was after I watch it."
Lu Youyou: "... Sorry to disappoint you. Our Qiao is not here to watch the performance today. Our Qiao is here to play with Mr. Vincent today."
Xu Lu was stunned for a moment, clenched the handbag in her hand, and the smile on her face became a little stiff.
With Mr. Vincent
These two people really dare to fantasize.
Zhao Tong sneered, "Playing with Mr. Vincent? Lu Youyou, there should be a limit to bragging, okay? She? Wen Qiao? Is she worthy? Let alone the fact that your folk music has a low status, just looking at the achievements, has Wen Qiao ever won an international award? Has she ever been recognized by any professional organization? Our Lulu has won so many awards and she doesn't dare to say such big words, you..."
Wen Qiao slowly took out an invitation letter and held it in front of Zhao Tong. Lu Youyou was a little proud: "Do you know how to read? It's in Chinese and English. Do you need me to read it to you again?"
Xu Lu's heart was trembling, and she could hardly control her emotions. She could only tightly hold the bag in her hands, leaving marks on her fingers.
Zhao Tong couldn't believe it and took the invitation. Her arrogance just now became a complete joke now.
Wen Qiao added, "You don't have to tell me. I'm on the stage, so I should feel it more clearly than you do."
Miss Zhao was so angry that her face turned blue. She threw the invitation letter to Wen Qiao and said, "I think Vincent's taste is just so-so. I'm going to stop being a fan!"
Wen Qiao sneered: "You talk about quitting being a fan as if you're withdrawing your investment. There's no need to announce it specifically. No one will care."
Zhao Tong was irritable: "Wen Qiao, what are you so mad about?"
Lu Youyou raised her eyebrows: “We Qiao Qiao have capital madness, if you don’t accept it, then hold it in.”
Zhuang Yan and his mother walked over to the other side of the red carpet. Xu Lu held Zhao Tong and whispered, "Tongtong, forget it. Maybe the school wants to promote folk music, so they facilitated this cooperation."
Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou had already entered the revolving door and climbed up the gangway.
(End of this chapter)