"I don't think anyone's work can surpass your piano skills."

"None of the singers who performed before me were able to move me."

Lynn, Richard's assistant, who had been interrupted, still muttered indignantly.

They believe that this piano master was treated rudely in China.

At the same time, her gaze couldn't help but drift toward Wang Yueheng, who was sitting in a chair next to the stage with his eyes closed, resting.

I'm curious about how this young singer possesses such great charm.

It's amazing that they were able to occupy the final stage position in such an important performance as the CCTV Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

"Um?"

Sensing something amiss, Wang Yueheng opened his eyes and glanced to the side.

Then he saw the foreign woman looking at him with a righteous air.

The other person's eyes seemed to be filled with dissatisfaction.

"Heh~"

Upon recognizing that this was pianist Richard's assistant, Wang Yueheng quickly realized who it was and couldn't help but smile.

He had experienced such jealousy or rejection many times and was already used to it.

If nothing unexpected happens, this French woman probably hasn't heard her own song yet.

Or perhaps due to some kind of prejudice, they are unwilling to listen actively.

Wang Yueheng not only didn't feel disgusted by this, but actually felt somewhat fortunate.

It is precisely because there are still so many viewers who have not yet been attracted by their own work.

Only then can one have a huge source and potential for acquiring faith points.

If everyone is his fan, it might actually diminish his desire to conquer the world.

...

"Attention all departments, the next performer to rehearse is Wang Yueheng, who will be the grand finale of the evening's show."

"The leaders at the station value this adaptation of the poem very much and will be coming to watch the rehearsal soon. Everyone must give their best performance..."

After the rehearsal of pianist Richard's piano solo.

The director, Li Jingshen, then gave a reminder over the walkie-talkie.

Upon learning that the leaders of CCTV had personally come to watch Wang Yueheng's rehearsal performance.

The cameramen and lighting technicians, who were a little tired from working long hours, immediately perked up.

soon.

Under the respectful guidance of the on-site staff.

Several middle-aged men and women dressed in suits with gold badges pinned to their chests walked in.

"Look, Director Liu is here!"

"Deputy Director Guo is here too!"

Wow, what a grand display!

"It's been a long time since we've seen several top leaders appear together at the studio rehearsal!"...

As several leaders from the Central Radio and Television Station arrived, a murmur of surprise and discussion arose from the crowd.

Even the stars who had just finished rehearsing hurriedly stood up from their seats after learning that the director of CCTV was coming to inspect the site.

He was afraid that his negligence might leave a bad impression on the leaders of the Central Radio and Television Station.

This will result in him never having the chance to step into the CCTV headquarters building again.

After all, this is in front of the deputy ministerial-level leaders of CCTV.

The CEOs of those video websites or presidents of entertainment companies are basically like Camilla.

Not to mention that the director of the central radio station also serves as a member of the current National People's Congress, making his position even more extraordinary.

"Director Liu, next up is Wang Yueheng's performance."

"Everything is ready in the backstage area. Would you like to begin?"

After several station leaders walked to the front row of seats and sat down, the chief director, Li Jingshen, jogged over to the station director, Liu Kaizheng, and asked him a question.

The station director was specifically entrusted with personally arranging the start time of the rehearsal.

"Just rehearse at your own pace, don't worry about us."

Upon hearing the director's question, Liu Kaizheng, the station director, who was wearing a navy blue suit and had graying temples, nodded and replied.

As he spoke, the station director's sharp, hawk-like gaze swept across the stage, his expression exuding authority without anger.

The cameraman or other staff members who were swept by the other party's gaze all felt a tightness in the back of their necks and were extremely nervous.