Foreigners had always been straightforward.
This was especially true for those in the arts. If they were not interested in someone, they would not consider the other party's feelings.
Ying Luwei's face immediately turned red.
She stood there helplessly, her face burning painfully.
Apart from embarrassment, she was also shocked.
Didn't her agent say that Bart Heber had accepted her invitation? How could he come for Ying Zijin?
Was Ying Zijin capable and qualified to make a world-famous pianist come all the way from Continent O?
She did not believe it.
Zhong Manhua was stunned. "Mr. Bart, what did you say?"
"Another one! Another performer! " Bart looked around the backstage and did not see her. He turned back angrily and shouted, "Burke, you idiot, the female student you said could draw better than you is not here at all."
At the corner, Burke walked over with a cup of ice cream. He was quite happy. "Thank you for helping me."
Bart: "…"
He knew it. Those who studied painting were inhumane!
Zhong Manhua's head was dizzy and swollen. She could not understand what Bart was talking about.
A female student who could draw better than Burke?
Ying Zijin?
How could this be?
"Let's go." Bart did not want to stay here for another second. He also looked at Ying Luwei.
"Bart, don't forget to help me persuade Master Ying."
"I know, I know. Don't be annoying."
"Mr. Burke, wait. Please wait." Zhong Manhua hurried to catch up. "Mr. Burke, didn't you go to Qing Zhi because someone cheated?"
"Cheated?" Burke did not want to talk to her at first, but when he heard this word, he had to stop. He was even angrier. "How dare you insult Master Ying? If she cheated, I don't deserve to paint! "
"Don't talk to me. Go away."
He was so angry that he directly pushed Zhong Manhua away.
Ying Luwei hurried to support her. "Sister-in-law!"
Zhong Manhua, on the other hand, was still in a daze.
Master Ying!
The honorary professor of the Royal Academy of Arts of Continent O addressed Ying Zijin as Master Ying?!
Her English was only at the level of daily communication, but she wouldn't get it wrong.
Zhong Manhua recalled that a staff member from the Hua Nation's Calligraphy Artists Association had called her and said the same thing. She had thought that he was a swindler.
In the end, there really was a Master Ying in their Family Ying!
Zhong Manhua didn't have time to think. She hurriedly took out her phone, found the number she had blocked, and dialed it.
After three rings, the call was connected.
Zhong Manhua's heart was pounding. "Hello, I'm Master Ying's mother. Earlier you guys..."
Beep, beep, beep.
Before she could finish, the other party hung up.
When Zhong Manhua dialed again, the line was busy.
She had been blacklisted.
Zhong Manhua stared at her phone in a daze, and a blush appeared on her face.
Unprecedented regret filled her heart, twisting so much that she almost couldn't breathe. It was as painful as being pricked by needles.
She could almost imagine that if she hadn't treated the call as a swindler, she would have been able to drink tea and chat with the masters of the Hua Nation's Calligraphy Artists Association.
It wasn't that she hadn't dreamed of such a thing. After all, she was very interested in calligraphy and Chinese painting.
Unfortunately, neither Tian Lu nor Xiao Xuan had high talent in this area.
Zhong Manhua could only give up.
But now she had rejected an opportunity to worship her, and even offended the Hua Nation's Calligraphy Artists Association.
But how could Ying Zijin know how to paint?
Zhong Manhua's brain had become a mess, and she felt even more regretful.
Ying Luwei was half confused and half nervous. "Sister-in-law?"
"... Nothing." Zhong Manhua came back to her senses in a trance. "Luwei, let's go."
**
It was almost seven o 'clock.
The hall was already full of people.
The online broadcast equipment was also turned on, and the current number of viewers in the live broadcast room was 120,000.
In addition to the fans who were present today, these were Ying Luwei's only remaining fans.
Old Mr. Zhong, Jiang Ran, Xiu Yu, and the others were sitting in the front row. Zhong Manhua was naturally there, but she was far away.
There was an empty seat next to Old Mr. Zhong, and it was a prime seat.
"Xiao Ran, is your mother coming?"
"No." Jiang Ran's expression froze for a moment. "My mother has returned to the capital."
"That's strange." Old Mr. Zhong was puzzled. "Here —"
"Grandpa Zhong."
A lazy voice sounded from above his head, with a hint of cynicism.
After seeing who it was, Old Mr. Zhong covered his heart. "Brat, why are you as bad as your grandfather? You like to scare people."
Fu Yunshen loosened his collar, sat down next to him, and drawled, "Inherited?"
Old Mr. Zhong snorted coldly, looked at the stage in front of him, and ignored him.
The curtain opened, and on the stage was a piano that had already been set up.
As soon as the concert began, the live broadcast began to increase.
[Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I've heard that Lu Wei's piano is Facioli Bruni. Today I finally see it for myself.]
[This piano is only available in several world-famous concert halls in Continent O. Our Lu Wei is really amazing!]
[Conservative estimate, this piano is worth three million yuan. Only a real socialite like Lu Wei can own it. As for a certain person, tsk.]
[Warning! Warning! The first three songs were performed by Lu Wei. Including the announcement and other steps, the performance time was about forty minutes. Then it was a certain person's turn.]
Bart, who was sitting below, had no interest in Ying Luwei and had been yawning.
Until the appearance of this piano, he finally became a little more energetic.
Next to him sat Zhuo Lanhan and Che Yu, both of whom were over fifty years old.
Che Yu was also very interested in this piano, and had high hopes for Ying Luwei's next performance.
But as soon as he heard the first stanza of the first song, he was bored and fell asleep.
Zhuo Lanhan also frowned after hearing the first part of the story.
The more she listened, the tighter she frowned, and her face sank.
When Ying Luwei started to play the third song, Zhuo Lanhan couldn't listen anymore, "Is that it?"
These four words woke up the drowsy Che Yu. "Ah, Teacher Zhuo, I'm sorry, I fell asleep."
Zhuo Lanhan shook her head, "Fortunately, you fell asleep, or your ears would have been dirty."
If he was just an ordinary piano player, his playing level was already very high, and she would not be stingy with her praise.
But this was a pianist!
Zhuo Lanhan could instantly judge Ying Luwei's piano level.
"Oh." Che Yu heard this and closed his eyes again, "Miss Zhuo, then I'll sleep a little more. I taught students until two o 'clock in the morning yesterday, and I'm a little tired."
Zhuo Lanhan nodded and suppressed her emotions to listen again.
Most of the fans were laymen, but they were very excited.
[It's so good, our Lu Wei is the next Vera Hall.]
[Emmm, to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. I was originally a fan of Lu Wei because of her piano skills, but this time, I didn't feel what I expected at all.]
[The one in front, Luwei has been practicing very hard and preparing for this concert for us very seriously. How can you erase her efforts?]
Ying Luwei played three songs in one breath, and her forehead was full of sweat.
She took a few breaths, stood up, and took the microphone from the host's hand, "Thank you very much for coming to my concert, and thank you very much for coming, Miss Zhuo."
"However, today's concert is not just for me alone. I would like to introduce my niece to everyone here. The Second Miss of Family Ying, Ying Zijin. "
"She has been learning piano from me for a year. Although it's not a long time and can't be compared to others, I don't want her to miss such a good opportunity to show off, so please give her a chance."
After he finished speaking, the fans below booed.
Zhuo Lanhan's face darkened, "These people don't have the self-awareness to listen to a concert?"
It was rude to make a fuss.
She really shouldn't have come.
But the noise didn't last long, and all the voices in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the live broadcast on the bullet screen also stopped in an instant.
The girl went on the stage from the right side, neither slow nor slow.
She was wearing a retro palace dress, and it was very simple without any extra embellishments, but she looked like a royal princess of Continent O walking out of an oil painting.
The girl walked casually, but she didn't lose her elegance.
The moment she raised her head, Ying Luwei directly became the background.
This was the first time that Ying Luwei's fans were directly attacked by Ying Zijin's appearance.
[...]
The sarcastic words on the bullet screen disappeared completely.
Ying Luwei didn't need to look, she knew from the expressions of the audience below, and she could barely maintain the smile on her lips.
She spent a lot of money to customize the dress, but it was not as good as Ying Zijin's black dress.
Below the stage.
Fu Yunshen's eyes stayed on the girl's upper body for half a second, and then quickly moved away.
He miscalculated.
He chose the wrong one.
He didn't expect that such a conservative dress would not cover up well.
Old Mr. Zhong was proud, "My granddaughter is so beautiful."
Ying Luwei finally found her voice in the midst of the awkwardness, "Xiao Jin, don't be nervous, just like what I taught you before, calm down, and you can play fluently."
Ying Zijin didn't look at her.
Ying Luwei was not angry, she just looked at her in confusion, "Xiao Jin, didn't you prepare a piano for yourself?"
After a pause, she said helplessly, "If I knew that you didn't prepare one, I would have prepared one for you."
Ying Zijin finally glanced at her.
Ying Luwei sighed, "I'm really sorry, this piano is very precious, I really can't lend it to you, why don't you use the spare electric piano here first?"
The fans watching the online broadcast found a breakthrough.
[No way? She doesn't even have her own piano? Then what is she playing?]
[Of course she can't lend it to you, Lu Wei, is she as good as you? This piano is so expensive, what if she breaks it?]
[If she doesn't even have a piano, then just go down and let Lu Wei continue playing.]
[The quality of the piano will affect the quality of the performance, but she can use an electric piano, she can't play much anyway.]
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset in his right ear.
He looked at the stage, his eyes indifferent, and his voice lowered, "Bring it up."
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