At the concert venue.
The crowd was moving. It was a sea of people.
A large number of fans were waving their light sticks. From time to time, they would sing at the top of their lungs following the rhythm of Li Mengyao.
The atmosphere was very intense!
Only in such an occasion could one really feel the appeal of the song.
Everyone's emotions were brought into it, forming a wonderful resonance.
Ye Xiaochen was secretly amazed. No wonder famous singers often held concerts. Making money was secondary. The most important thing was to consolidate the loyalty of the fans.
In such an atmosphere, all the fans' recognition and worship of the singer would reach a peak.
Wang Xinyi and Chu Qingqing were both immersed in Li Mengyao's singing. Like the other fans, they all sang loudly.
Only Wang Shuisheng seemed to have no music factor. He was not used to such an occasion.
Plus, he was addicted to smoking, so he sneaked out.
Ye Xiaochen didn't care about it.
The concert went on for several hours.
Ye Xiaochen listened with great interest.
Of course, such an atmosphere and appeal was not enough to completely immerse him.
The concert finally ended.
"Hey, where's Old Wang?"
Chu Qingqing just found that her husband was gone.
"Wang Ge went out a long time ago."
Ye Xiaochen said.
They followed the crowd out of the concert venue.
At the place where the car was parked, they saw Wang Shuisheng talking on the phone.
"It's finally over?"
Wang Shuisheng hung up the phone and laughed.
"It's just a concert. You were so anxious. Look, Xiaochen was with you the whole time."
Chu Qingqing stared at Wang Shuisheng.
Because it was too late, Wang Shuisheng and the others were worried about Ye Xiaochen driving back. They asked him to stay the night.
Ye Xiaochen agreed.
Early the next morning, he and Wang Shuisheng went to the Mortal God Farmer Farm to eliminate some problems with the planting.
Now, the Mortal God Farm had already developed into a large-scale comprehensive plantation farm, covering an area of more than two thousand hectares.
Moreover, it was planned that the planting area would reach 10,000 hectares within two years.
Now, Shen Nong Farm was already profitable. Ye Xiaochen estimated that in less than a year, the profits would not be any less than Xianquan Company.
The products grown on Earth God Farm were all sold to the high-end market. They were considered the best of the best.
Some of them had even gone overseas.
Wang Shuisheng must have put in a lot of effort to achieve such amazing results in just over half a year.
Of course, Ye Xiaochen's research on all sorts of better plants was even more important.
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In a high-end hotel in Sha City.
In the luxurious business suite, Li Mengyao was lying on the bed. Although it was already 10 o 'clock in the morning, she didn't get up.
Yesterday's concert had exhausted her.
The physical exhaustion was so great that even a night's sleep wouldn't be able to recover.
She was listening to the sound of a website on her phone.
The sound of the flute was not particularly clear, but it was very fascinating.
When Li Mengyao heard it for the first time, she was shocked. She didn't expect that the sound of the flute could be so good.
The most important thing was that the sound of the flute contained a very strong infectious power that could penetrate into the soul.
Moreover, after listening to the sound of the flute, it could greatly relax her mind and give her a sense of pleasure.
So after every performance, she would listen to the sound of the flute.
The song ended.
Li Mengyao showed a hint of unsatisfied feeling.
"I really hope to listen to the sound of the flute live. How wonderful would that be?"
Li Mengyao muttered to herself.
She knew that this was just an extravagant hope. Although the Internet was looking for the flute player, there had been no news.
At this time, the door was pushed open and her agent, Sister Qin, came in.
"Mengyao, we have an appointment with Teacher Ling. We will go to her place today to look at the score."
Sister Qin said.
"I know."
Li Mengyao nodded.
This trip to Yang City was on the way. The main purpose was to find the famous domestic gold medal lyricist, Wang Ling. She was recently preparing to release an album, but the title song was not ready, so she wanted to ask Teacher Ling for help.
With Wang Ling's status in the lyricist world, she rarely wrote lyrics for others.
Only a top diva like Li Mengyao was able to invite Wang Ling.
After washing up.
After eating something, Li Mengyao, accompanied by her agent and bodyguards, went to Wang Ling's residence.
Wang Ling lived in a high-end villa.
She recently bought it.
"Teacher Ling, this is my request and idea. What do you think?"
Li Mengyao said with a smile.
"The idea is good, and it is suitable for you to sing."
Wang Ling was a beautiful woman in her thirties or forties. She was gentle and virtuous, and her whole body revealed a soft temperament like water.
Her husband was a middle-aged man with golden glasses, called Xu Lang.
He was a very famous pianist in the country.
Wang Ling's husband, Xu Lang, made tea for Li Mengyao and the others. After greeting them, he went out. Obviously, he knew that his wife and Li Mengyao were going to discuss the matter of writing lyrics.
Wang Ling and Li Mengyao discussed a lot and gradually felt something.
Just as Wang Ling was about to start writing, suddenly, a faintly discernible sound of a flute came from a distance.
Although it was very light, it was very seductive, and people couldn't help but listen.
Wang Ling immediately put down the pen in her hand and quickly ran upstairs.
Xu Lang also came out of the piano room and followed.
When Li Mengyao heard the sound of the flute, she was slightly stunned and showed an indescribable surprise. Immediately, she also quickly followed.
Her agent, Sister Qin, saw this and also quickly followed.
In this way, the four people quickly came to the top floor of the villa.
Suddenly, the sound of the flute, which could only be heard faintly, became much clearer.
The four people were intoxicated by the sound.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the flute disappeared, and everyone was lost.
"It's so beautiful. I really don't know how long I have to wait to hear it again."
Wang Ling showed a touch of unsatisfied expression.
"Yes, this is the third time I've heard it since I moved in."
In Xu Lang's gentle eyes, there was a blurred divine light.
The couple once came to Yang City to visit someone and accidentally heard the sound of the flute. Then, they were completely fascinated by it and spent a lot of money to buy a villa here.
It's just that they didn't know when the sound of the flute would sound again.
For this reason, they simply stayed in the villa every day for more than a month, just to be able to hear the sound of the flute again.
"Teacher Ling, do you know where the person who played the flute lives?"
Li Mengyao's face was filled with excitement.
She did not expect to find the flute player here without any effort after searching high and low for so long.
From the sound of the flute, it must be in this villa area.
"I don't know, I can't tell the direction at all. Moreover, after the sound of the flute sounded, we didn't care to identify the direction of the sound of the flute. We were completely intoxicated by the sound of the flute and couldn't extricate ourselves."
Wang Ling shook her head and said bitterly.
If they knew who the person playing the flute was, why would they stay here every day?
"I just hope that the person playing the flute can play it once in a while, and I will be satisfied."
Xu Lang said.
Li Mengyao was slightly absent-minded. Her heart was scratched by a cat's claw. She always wanted to see the person playing the flute. Who was it?
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