Transmigrated as the Real Rich Daughter, She Leads a Trillionaire CEO to Conquer the Rich and Powerful

Ye Lan unexpectedly died from a self-detonation during a clan war, only to be reborn as the neglected daughter of a second-rate wealthy family in Jiangcheng.

As the real rich daughter, newly ...

Chapter 161 Stunning Appearance

"I'm coming closer, I'm coming closer. Just now, it was so beautiful that I almost suffocated. I thought it was a fairy who came down to earth. Is this a human?"

"Juejuezi, I was about to fall asleep while watching this, but now I'm awakened by the astonishment."

Every Chinese person is obsessed with appearance, and having a good-looking face basically beats most talents.

So when the barrage of comments was full of "wife", Ye Lan's votes were also growing rapidly.

Jin Jiani, who was watching this scene backstage, was so angry that her teeth were itching. She could only hope that she couldn't find a piano to play the skylight.

However, Ye Lan's appearance on the stage was far from over.

With this appearance, the term #mostbeautifulcontestant# on Weibo quickly topped the list.

Bai Duoduo's fans were so angry when they saw this that they immediately started to stir up trouble in the barrage.

"It's just a scheming makeup, but a downtrodden phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken. Our Duoduo is wearing a dress worth five million. I don't know where she got that cheongsam, it looks cheap."

"That's right, the whole outfit is white, which looks unlucky. If you don't know, you might think you're going to a funeral."

A large wave of bad comments came at me, all criticizing me, leaving some passers-by in the comments a little confused.

They looked at Ye Lan's clothes and they didn't look cheap...

There were hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room, and soon someone discovered the clue of this cheongsam.

"Oh my god, everyone, go check out Master Qiao Kun's official website. This Ye Lan is incredible."

First, someone expressed this sentiment, and then some netizens followed the instructions and went to watch, and then the comments all turned into shock.

"Damn, this is actually a new piece designed by Master Qiao Kun himself. It's a unique piece of Southern-style double-sided embroidery that the National Museum can't even collect even if it offers 20 million!"

"I remember that last time, Master Qiao Kun went to Jiangcheng specifically to hold a show, saying it was for his mentor. An insider revealed that the model he used was a young girl whose appearance was a perfect match for Ye Lan."

"That's absolutely right. The Qiao family's official website had more than a dozen unique pieces marked as having been given to models. Now that they appear on Ye Lan, it completely proves the point!"

You may not be familiar with celebrities, but when it comes to Joaquin, this national treasure-level cross-century art craftsman, he is a household name.

So when it was revealed that the cheongsam on Ye Lan was designed by Qiao Kun, netizens' comments were so overwhelming that the picture was almost invisible, and the number of people in the live broadcast room reached a new high.

After all, Qiao Kun's backstage shows are rare and have always been limited to wealthy families and the fashion circle. Now, seeing Ye Lan appear in a cheongsam is equivalent to watching a show for free.

Bai Duoduo's fans were also caught off guard. When they tried to speak up and say something, they were immediately criticized to pieces by the barrage of comments. They could only hide in a dark corner in frustration.

After a long while, the host on the stage finally reacted. He walked over cautiously and looked at Ye Lan's cheongsam for several times. He didn't dare to get close at all, for fear of causing any damage.

"Ye Lan, are you ready to start your performance?" He asked politely. "Where's your piano?"

Ye Lan tilted his head and nodded slightly, his voice cold and indifferent, "Right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door on the side of the stage was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people came in pushing a cart.

The trolley was very special. It was made of completely transparent crystal. It glowed when the stage lights shone on it. On the trolley was a big square thing covered with a black velvet curtain, which looked like a piano.

Uncle Zhang, dressed in a tuxedo, appeared in front of the stage and bowed slightly, saying, "Miss, the piano prepared for you has been delivered. I hope you enjoy it."

Ye Lan on the stage didn't expect him to deliver it personally. She nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Uncle Zhang did not stay long. After the crystal pulley was put into its fixed position, he stood next to the curtain and opened it very gracefully while wearing white gloves.

The black velvet cloth slid aside, revealing the mysterious piano underneath. The moment the light came on, everyone felt a flash before their eyes, as if they were dazzled by the strong light. It took a while before they could see the full picture of the piano.

The moment they saw the piano, the professional instrumentalists on the judges' panel suddenly stood up, and the chairs behind them were knocked over with a loud bang.

He didn't notice his own gaffe at all, staring at the piano on the stage and muttering, "The Voice of God...why is it here?!"

Not to mention him, now everyone's eyes inside and outside the live broadcast room are focused on one place.

The piano placed in the middle of the stage at this moment is made of completely transparent crystal. Even the strings inside can be clearly seen at a glance, and the keys are ivory white, looking like some kind of animal bones, smooth and delicate.

Even an outsider can see how precious this piano is.

And soon someone found its origin in the vocabulary of the instrumentalists' murmurs.

"The Voice of God, made for the European royal family during the Renaissance, features a seamless body made of large crystal and ivory keys. It is currently the most expensive piano in the world, selling for a staggering $500 million."

When this line of text floated across the live broadcast room, the audience had already kneeled down in front of the screen.

"It is worth it for me to be able to see the legendary voice of God consecrate it in my lifetime."

Ye Lan was also surprised when he looked back and saw the piano.

She was no stranger to the Voice of God and had once performed on stage with it. Later, after a member of the royal family wanted to use it as a betrothal gift to marry her but was rejected, the piano was kept in the royal family ever since.

Unexpectedly, just a phone call today and Xiao Yunting's housekeeper got such a surprise for her.

"Um, Ye...Ye Lan, are you ready?" The host stuttered at this moment and didn't dare to call her by her name. He stood far away at the edge of the stage and didn't dare to approach the girl, let alone the piano.

After all, he couldn't afford to pay for anything that was broken.

Hearing the voice, Ye Lan withdrew his thoughts and said, "Hmm."

She walked slowly to the crystal piano and sat down. She opened the transparent piano cover, revealing the ivory keys underneath. Her fingertips still felt the familiar touch.

At that moment, she gently closed her eyes and couldn't help playing the hymn she had improvised in the past.

The melodious tune seemed to come from the depths of the distant universe. Humanity was born in the primeval world. The gods who gave life looked down upon the earth, cast down the nine provinces and ten seas, and nurtured divine power in the land. No matter how the world changes, no matter how many people are killed or sacrificed, life always continues through the succession of generations...

The sound of the piano rose and fell, and the changing styles of music presented scenes of the vast universe to everyone. Until the last note fell, everyone inside and outside the screen had unknowingly burst into tears.

Even the movie star who is always known as a tough guy raised his hand to touch the tears on his face. He was stunned and looked completely surprised.

It took a long while before applause was heard from the judges' seats.

All the judges stood up and gave their most sincere praise for the performance.

Grandma Mei, a renowned opera artist, wiped her moist eyes and choked up as she said, "Although I don't understand piano, the artistic conception of piano music is universal. The ideological realm of this piece far exceeds mine, and I cannot easily comment on it."