Old Qin stretched out his hand towards Ye Wan with a look of surprise.
"Hello, Mr. Qin!"
He took the lead in holding Qin Lao's hand, and then helped him to sit on the sofa. Ye Wan looked up at Shen Yuxin and said, "Bring a set of tea sets."
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Yao Beishan, holding a set of tea sets, broke out from the three layers of reporters surrounding him.
Behind him, people from the studio came in one after another, carrying buckets of purified water, holding tea trays, and carrying fruit snacks.
Boil water, wash tea leaves, make tea...
For more than ten minutes, you could hear a pin drop in the lounge.
Look at Shen Yuxin standing aside with his hands hanging down.
Look at the old and the young sitting side by side on the sofa, one waiting for tea and the other making tea.
Everyone felt as if their souls were leaving their bodies.
That's Mr. Qin!!! The president of the Imperial Capital Music Association.
Honorary President of Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music.
A music master who is proficient in all kinds of musical instruments.
As early as ten years ago, Mr. Qin won the Lifetime Achievement Award in Music.
In recent years, many new talents have emerged. Although he still serves as the president of the Music Association, he has not appeared in public for a long time.
The last time he appeared in front of the media was at the New Year's Eve party in the CCTV studio at the beginning of the year.
He sat next to His Excellency the President.
In addition, Mr. Qin is also the head of the Qin family, a wealthy family in the imperial capital.
This kind of big shot that ordinary people may not even see in their lifetime, when have you ever seen him sitting next to you and drinking tea with a smile like Uncle Wang next door? The reporters looked at each other, then at the girl on the sofa, feeling a sense of being tousled by the wind.
Director Ning and the organizers looked at each other in bewilderment.
The aroma of tea filled the air and everyone came back to their senses.
Then Old Qin took the teacup from Ye Wan.
“Good tea!”
After taking a sniff and taking another sip, Old Qin looked intoxicated. "It still tastes the same! No, it's even better! Your tea-making skills have improved!"
???
The reporters heard something unusual.
"Mr. Qin, do you know this female fan of Xin Ge?"
A quick-talking reporter asked.
Old Qin pointed at Ye Wan, "Her?"
The reporters held their breath.
In the silence, Mr. Qin laughed and said, "You don't even know the famous One, you deserve to be a paparazzi and not make money!"
???
One?
That beauty is One?
Big Boss One is not dead, nor is he a grumpy old man, but a beautiful girl? Can you believe this?
The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment and were all speechless.
The organizer's person in charge had a pale face.
Everyone's expressions were surprisingly wonderful.
Outside the crowd, Wu Zihao slipped away quietly.
…
At the door of the lounge, Fu Chenlin looked pale.
That cool and beautiful girl whom he flirted with was One?
He actually wanted to recruit One to write songs for him? He even frivolously asked him to spend a night with him? He had really offended the boss, hadn't he?
Fu Chenlin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Looking at Ye Wan sitting next to Old Qin, Li Mofei's heart sank to the bottom.
How old is she?
20?
Or 18?
When Shen Yuxin released ONE four years ago, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, right? And he actually wanted to surpass her?
It's really... ridiculous! If Fu Chenlin and Li Mofei were terrified, then the other group of people outside the lounge were desperate.
Staring at Ye Wan in a daze, Tian Zeyu's lips began to tremble.
What did he do? He thought he had stopped the loss in time, saving his future before Shen Yuxin was embroiled in negative news and his studio was in tatters.
In fact? They received the business card that led to glory and honor from the boss, but in front of the boss, they tore up the contract that sent them to the top.
There are no people in the world more stupid than them, right? (End of this chapter)