Foreigners always speak directly.
Especially for those who are engaged in art, they never consider the feelings of others who have no interest in them.
Ying Luwei's face turned red immediately.
She stood there at a loss, her face burning with pain.
In addition to embarrassment, there was also more shock.
Didn’t her agent say that Bart Shiber accepted her invitation? How could he have come for Ying Zijin?
Is Ying Zijin capable and qualified enough to ask a world-famous pianist to make a special trip from Europe?
She didn't believe it at all.
Zhong Manhua was stunned: "Mr. Bart, what did you say?"
"Another one! Another performer!" Bart looked backstage but didn't see him. He turned back and yelled angrily, "Berg, you idiot, the female student you mentioned who draws better than you is not here at all."
At the corner, Berg came over with a cup of ice cream and looked quite happy: "Thank you for helping me."
Bart: “…”
He just knows that those who learn to paint are inhumane!
Zhong Manhua felt dizzy and swollen, and she couldn't understand what Bart was saying.
A better schoolgirl than Berger drew?
Ying Zijin?
How is this possible?
"Let's go, let's go." Bart didn't want to stay for another second and looked at Ying Luwei again.
"Bart, don't forget, remember to help me persuade Master Ying."
"I know, I know, are you annoying?"
"Mr. Berg, wait, please wait." Zhong Manhua hurriedly chased after him, "Mr. Berg, wasn't it because someone cheated when you went to Qingzhi last time?"
"Cheating?" Berg didn't want to answer at first, but when he heard this word, he had to stop and became even more angry. "How dare you insult Master Ying? If she cheated, I'm not worthy of painting!"
"Don't talk to me, get lost."
He was so angry that he pushed Zhong Manhua away.
Ying Luwei hurried forward to support her: "Sister-in-law!"
Zhong Manhua was completely stunned and could not come back to her senses.
Master Ying!
Honorary professor of the Royal Academy of Arts of Europe, calling Ying Zijin Master Ying? !
Her English is only at the level of daily communication, but she can understand it without making any mistakes.
Zhong Manhua recalled that someone who claimed to be a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association called her and also said this title. She thought he was a scammer.
As it turns out, their Ying family really has a Master Ying!
Zhong Manhua didn't have time to think about it. She hurriedly took out her cell phone, found the number she had blocked, and dialed it.
After three rings, the other end picked up the call.
Zhong Manhua's heart was pounding: "Hello, hello, I am Master Ying's mother. You guys were -"
“Beep, beep, beep.”
Before she could finish her words, the other party hung up the phone.
When Zhong Manhua called again, the line was busy.
She was blocked.
Zhong Manhua stared at her phone blankly, a blush on her face.
Unprecedented regret filled her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe and causing her pain like being pricked by needles.
She could almost imagine that if she had not thought the call was a scam, she would now be drinking tea and chatting with the masters of Chinese calligraphy artists.
It's not like she hasn't dreamed of such a thing. After all, she is very interested in calligraphy and Chinese painting.
But unfortunately, neither Tianlu nor Xiaoxuan have high talent in this area.
Zhong Manhua had no choice but to give up.
But now she has rejected an opportunity that was right in front of her and even offended the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
But how does Ying Zijin know how to paint?
Zhong Manhua's mind was a mess and she felt even more regretful.
Ying Luwei was half confused and half nervous: "Sister-in-law?"
"…It's okay." Zhong Manhua came back to her senses after a daze, "Lu Wei, let's go."
——
It’s almost seven o’clock.
The auditorium was already full of people.
The online broadcasting equipment has also been turned on, and the current popularity of the live broadcast room is 120,000.
Including the fans who arrived today, these are Ying Luwei’s only remaining living fans.
Mr. Zhong, Jiang Ran, Xiu Yu and others were sitting in the front row. Zhong Manhua was also there, but she was very far away.
There is an empty seat next to Mr. Zhong, which is a prime seat.
"Xiao Ran, your mother is coming?"
"No." Jiang Ran's expression froze for a moment, "My mother went back to the capital."
"That's strange." Mr. Zhong was puzzled, "Here——"
"Grandpa Zhong."
A lazy, casual voice came from above his head, with a hint of cynicism.
After seeing who was coming, Mr. Zhong covered his chest and said, "You little bastard, why are you as bad as your grandfather and like to scare people?"
Fu Yunshen loosened his collar, sat down beside him, and asked in a drawn-out tone: "Inherited from the previous generation?"
Mr. Zhong snorted coldly, looked at the stage in front of him and ignored him.
The curtain opened, revealing a piano that had already been set up on the stage.
As soon as the concert started, the number of comments on the online live broadcast began to increase.
[Ahhh, I've heard that Lou Wei's piano is by Fazioli Bruni, and today I finally saw the real thing. 】
[This piano is only found in several world-famous concert halls in Europe. Our Lu Wei is really amazing! 】
[According to conservative estimates, this piano is worth 3 million. Only a real wealthy lady like Lu Wei can own it. As for that certain person, well, well]
[Warning!] Warning! The first three songs were all played by Lu Wei, and including the announcement and other steps, it took about 40 minutes, and then it was someone's turn.]
Bart, who was sitting below, had no interest in Ying Luwei and kept yawning.
It was not until the appearance of this piano that he finally perked up a bit.
Next to him sat Zhuo Lanhan and Che Yu, both of whom were over fifty years old.
Che Yu was also very interested in this piano and had high hopes for Ying Luwei's subsequent performance.
But he fell asleep out of boredom after listening to just one bar of the first song.
Zhuo Lanhan also frowned after listening to the first section.
The more she listened, the tighter her frown became and the darker her expression became.
When Ying Luwei started the third song, Zhuo Lanhan couldn't listen any more: "Is this the level?"
These four words woke up the sleepy Che Yu: "Ah, Teacher Zhuo, I'm sorry, I fell asleep while listening to you."
Zhuo Lanhan shook her head: "Fortunately you fell asleep, otherwise your ears would have been dirty."
If the piano player is just an ordinary pianist and his playing level is already very high, she will not be stingy with her praise.
But this is a pianist!
Zhuo Lanhan could instantly tell Ying Luwei's piano level just by listening.
"Oh oh." Che Yu closed his eyes again after hearing this, "Teacher Zhuo, I'll sleep a little longer. I taught students until two in the morning yesterday, and I'm a little tired."
Zhuo Lanhan nodded and listened again, suppressing her emotions.
Most of the fans were laymen, but they were very excited when they heard it.
[It sounds so beautiful. Our Lu Wei is worthy of being the next Vera Hall. 】
【eTo be honest, I was a little disappointed. I became a fan of Lu Wei because she is good at piano, but this time I didn’t feel what I expected at all. 】
[As mentioned earlier, Lu Wei practiced very hard and prepared for this concert very seriously. Why are you denying her efforts? 】
Ying Luwei played three songs in one breath, her forehead covered with sweat.
She took a few breaths before standing up and taking the microphone from the host: "Thank you very much for coming to my concert. Thank you very much, Teacher Zhuo, for coming."
"But today is not just a concert for me. I also want to solemnly introduce my niece to everyone. The second young lady of the Ying family, Ying Zijin."
"She has studied piano with me for a year. Although it is not a long time and she cannot compare with others, I don't want her to miss such a good opportunity to show her skills. Please give her a chance."
After he said this, the fans below booed.
Zhuo Lanhan's face became even darker: "These people don't have the awareness to listen to a concert?"
Loud and noisy, no manners.
She really shouldn't have come.
But the noise did not last long. All the sounds in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the comments in the online live broadcast also stopped instantly.
The girl came on stage from the right side, neither slowly nor slowly.
She was wearing a retro court dress, a simple outfit without any extra embellishments, but she looked like a European royal princess who had walked out of an oil painting.
The girl walked casually but gracefully.
The moment she looked up, Ying Luwei became the background.
This is the first time that Ying Luwei’s fans have been directly struck by Ying Zijin’s appearance.
【……】
The sarcastic comments on the barrage disappeared completely.
Ying Luwei didn't need to look, she knew from the expressions of the audience below that the smile on her lips could hardly be maintained.
The dress she had custom-made at a high price was not as good as Ying Zijin's black one.
In the audience.
Fu Yunshen's gaze stayed on the girl's upper body for half a second and then quickly moved away.
It was a bad idea.
Wrong choice.
I didn't expect that such a conservative dress would not be very effective in covering up.
Mr. Zhong was very proud: "My granddaughter is so pretty."
Ying Luwei finally found her voice in the midst of embarrassment: "Xiao Jin, don't be nervous. Just like my aunt taught you before, keep a calm mind so that you can play fluently."
Ying Zijin didn't look at her.
Ying Luwei was not annoyed, but just looked at her in confusion: "Xiao Jin, didn't you prepare a piano for yourself?"
After a pause, she said helplessly: "If my aunt knew that you didn't prepare one, she would definitely prepare one for you."
Ying Zijin finally glanced at her.
Ying Luwei sighed: "I'm so sorry, this piano is very precious, I really can't lend it to you, how about you use the spare electric piano here first?"
Fans watching the live broadcast online finally found a breakthrough.
[No way?] Don’t you have your own piano? Then what else is there to play? 】
[Of course I can’t borrow it. Is she as good as you, Luwei, in playing? This piano is so expensive, what if she breaks it? 】
[If there is no piano, then just go downstairs and let Lu Wei continue playing. 】
[The quality of the piano will affect the quality of the performance, but it’s also true that she can just use an electric piano, and she can’t play anything anyway. 】
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset in his right ear.
He looked at the stage with a calm expression and lowered his voice: "Move it up."
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