Chapter 156 The Big Shots: What is Ying Luwei anyway? Does she even deserve to be called her? [1st Update]
There are more than one person who thinks this way.
Not to mention, over the past two months, due to repeated setbacks, Ying Luwei's fans have no goodwill towards Ying Zijin at all, and can even be described as disgusted.
[I'm skipping this too. Having her at the concert was a complete disaster. Just ask Luvi if the other guests she invited weren't disgusted and left?]
I really don't understand why she had to be the one to annoy the audience during a perfectly good concert.
I know what Luvi is thinking. After all, she's her niece, and she wants to mentor her. But the problem is, she's hopeless.
Among Ying Luwei's fans are several first-year high school students from Qingzhi.
Sisters, you wouldn't believe it, but when Teacher Ying was teaching us, she mentioned that even after teaching for so long, she still couldn't teach us "Für Elise."
【No, isn't Für Elise a required piece for piano beginners? How dare you perform at a concert if you can't even play Für Elise properly?】
[Tsk, a fake heiress is a fake heiress. No matter how hard she tries, she can't compare to a real socialite. What a waste of such a good teacher as Lu Wei.]
[While Luvie is still a long way from being a top pianist, she's more than capable of teaching, right? And isn't this adopted daughter a little too slow-witted?]
No, I have to skip her performance, even if it's a waste of money.
Tickets for Ying Luwei's piano recital started at 1,888 yuan, with tickets for the inner field costing as much as 8,888 yuan. Even so, all the remaining tickets were sold out instantly by her die-hard fans.
Online concerts, lacking the sound equipment and other facilities of a live performance, don't offer the same quality as live broadcasts, yet tickets still cost a high price of 666 yuan.
Even the biggest stars, the hottest boy and girl groups, and China's top pianists have never booked tickets at this price.
Although Ying Luwei is a socialite from a wealthy family, she does not have a job. She only holds a nominal position in the Ying Group and receives stock dividends every year.
But she was a big spender, and the dividends weren't enough for her, so she naturally tried to make as much money as she could.
Anyway, if the fans are willing, there's nothing she can do to stop them.
After glancing at the overwhelmingly negative comments on Weibo, Ying Luwei turned to ask, "So, how many guests have been confirmed so far?"
The agent flipped through the roster in his hand: "Just as you said, Luvia, after we told those masters that you were going to play 'Sun and Moon,' they all said they would make time to come."
"The people we can confirm at this time are Zhuo Lanhan, Che Yu, and Bart Heber."
Upon hearing these three names, Ying Luwei was also taken aback: "They're really coming?"
Zhuo Lanhan and Che Yu are both top pianists in China, but they have been retired for a long time.
However, his status in the music industry remains very high.
Sheng Qingtang is to the calligraphy world what Zhuo Lanhan is to the piano world—both are top figures in their respective fields.
Che Yu's skills are slightly weaker than Zhuo Lanhan's, but he has many apprentices who have become famous and are leading figures of the new generation in the Chinese music scene.
As for Bart Schieber, he is a renowned pianist from O continent and an honorary professor at the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent, holding a high international standing.
Ying Luwei did consider getting to know these people.
But unfortunately, pianists of that caliber wouldn't even glance at her, even though she came from one of the four most prestigious families.
“Not bad.” The manager nodded, then frowned. “Keluvi, you can’t play ‘Sun and Moon’ after all. If you mess with these seniors, what will happen to you in the future—”
"Don't worry." Ying Luwei smiled. "The focus of this concert won't be me, and I have other ways to handle this."
The agent wanted to say something, but seeing how determined she was, he didn't try to persuade her anymore. Instead, he changed the subject: "In just one hour, we've already sold 5,000 tickets for the online concert. Conservatively speaking, we expect to sell 50,000 tickets by then."
"If you encourage your fans to do this again in the super topic, they will probably each buy several copies."
Ying Luwei was nonchalant and didn't care about it: "You can worry about it. Just transfer the money directly to my card later."
**
Sheng Qingtang doesn't actually go online and doesn't like social media apps like Weibo.
But his bald son suddenly rushed in while he was pulling up radishes and then talked about what happened online.
Sheng Qingtang was furious. He immediately took out his phone and sent a WeChat message.
[Little miracle doctor, what's going on? I see you're going to some kind of concert. Tell me, do you need me to find someone to support you?]
Just as Ying Zijing logged out of Weibo, she saw this WeChat message.
She pressed her head and replied with six words.
Thank you, but I don't need it.
【No, no, no, that won't do, little miracle doctor. Don't be shy. I'll bring the whole association with me. I guarantee we'll be intimidating and scare that Silver Egret Eight Treasure Porridge guy to death.】
[Enough said, I'm sending my bald, unfilial son to buy the tickets right now. Little miracle doctor, please don't try to stop me, I have a short temper.]
"..."
Ying Zijing turned her gaze back to the computer screen without any expression and opened the private message.
[Take a pill]: Hey buddy, let's add each other as friends, I'll give you three bottles of sunscreen for free, how about it?
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly, and this time she paid attention to this third-ranked poison master.
【Cola Milk Tea Fries】: Not interested.
The other party replied instantly.
[Please take a pill]: No, no, no, really. Let's add each other as friends so we can take on bounty missions together in the future. How about this: if I get any missions in the future, I'll split the money with you.
As soon as the sentence was sent, a message popped up in the system.
[Cola, milk tea, and fries have become your friends. Please give them a nickname for easy communication.]
[Please take a pill]: ...
[Take a pill]: Dude, you're not from the Laurent family, are you? This hobby...
Ying Zijing didn't reply again; she closed the chat window and went offline.
**
The next day.
Just as Shang Yaozhi's fans were preparing to launch a new round of attacks against Xingchen Entertainment, they discovered that Xingchen Entertainment had posted a new Weibo post.
[@StarrySkyEntertainmentV: Yesterday, Starry Sky Entertainment merged into Chuguang Media. This Weibo account is now inactive.]
A picture of the acquisition contract is attached below.
One minute later, Chuguang Media reposted this Weibo post.
[@ChuguangMediaV: Effective immediately, all artists under Xingyu Media will also be under Chuguang Media. Those who wish to leave can do so directly without incurring any termination fees.]
Netizens were shocked.
[Holy crap, Chu Chuan made a huge move, acquiring Star Entertainment so quickly.]
[Assessment complete. Initial reports suggest the boss is wealthy and generous, and wants to be a sugar daddy/sugar baby.]
[Congratulations! Star Entertainment, this cancer in the entertainment industry, is finally gone.]
An insider also posted on Weibo.
[You guys probably don't know this, but the director and planner of the reality escape show have been arrested and are awaiting trial and sentencing. A prison sentence is inevitable.]
The comments below were all positive.
[They deserved it for standing by and watching someone die!]
This is how you deal with people like this. What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.
The person who planned this even said something like, "You deserve to lose your idol." Well, sorry, our idol is still alive, but you're going in! [smile]
[I'm begging for a live stream link from @XifengLaw Firm this time, so I can see how the wicked are punished.]
Qingzhi's students are also reading Weibo.
As one of the top influencers, Shang Yaozhi has a large number of fans, with more than half of them in each class.
After everything was settled, the students were finally able to attend classes with peace of mind.
The younger brother put away his phone and glanced at the classroom: "Brother Ran, Sister Yu hasn't arrived yet?"
"Heh." Jiang Ran said expressionlessly, "She escorted her son home."
Brother: "???"
He scratched his head and asked, "Dad, you're going to a concert tomorrow, do you want to practice in the school's music room for a while?"
Ying Zijing propped her head up and yawned: "Yeah, wait a bit."
She hadn't touched the piano in a long time, and only recently started practicing again.
Fortunately, after several months of recuperation, she can now play a piano piece with ease.
If it were right after waking up, let alone "Holy War," even a small section of "Sun and Moon" would be too much for my body to handle.
I should have written simpler pieces back then.
"Ying Luwei's fans have gone mad," Jiang Ran sneered. "Don't they even know what kind of person their master is? Do they even deserve to be called that?"
Even though he doesn't like being online, he opened several Weibo accounts to fight against those brainless fans.
"Brother Ran, you reminded me." The younger brother slapped his forehead, then pulled a stack of tickets out of his bag. "I bought these tickets specifically for you, a prime seat."
Jiang Ran took it, looking disgusted: "Her trashy concert is worth 9999 yuan?"
"Don't even mention it. I had to use my 17 years of single-life speed to snatch it from her fans." The younger brother complained, "Brother Ran, it would be a real shame if you didn't treat me to a meal."
"Please." Jiang Ran readily agreed. "After the concert, I'll treat the whole class to a meal."
Looking at the tickets in their hands, Ying Zijing recalled Sheng Qingtang, who had messaged her yesterday, and Berg, who had called her later.
Everyone bought quite a lot.
After a two-second pause, she posted a Weibo message.
[@NoRetirementAgesDoNotDisturb: @YingLuweiStudioV, @YingLuweiV, give me the ticket money, or I won't go.]
(End of this chapter)
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