"Yue Heng, are you alright?"
"I just received a call. The Chinese Embassy in the UK has sent someone to pick us up. They're at the exit just ahead."
Having just finished a phone call, Mo Zixue looked at Wang Yueheng, who was deep in thought, and asked him with concern.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the new song. Let's go..."
Upon learning that the people from the Dragon Kingdom's embassy were waiting for him ahead, Wang Yueheng withdrew his gaze from the mission.
I quickened my pace and headed towards the airport exit.
...
"Hello Mr. Wang Yueheng, I am Jiao Weimin, Cultural Counselor of the Chinese Embassy in the United Kingdom."
"This is Ambassador Peng Yingli. He came all the way here to pick you up when he learned you were coming."
The arrival hall was bustling with activity.
A middle-aged man in a suit, with a refined and elegant demeanor, first introduced himself to Wang Yueheng.
Ambassador Peng Yingli, standing next to Counselor Jiao Weimin, is very tall, about 1.85 meters.
Standing there, he exudes an aura of authority and majesty.
However, at this moment, the tall and strong ambassador looked at Wang Yueheng with a gentle expression.
"Counselor Jiao, Ambassador Peng, thank you for coming all the way to pick us up. We've taken up your valuable time!"
Wang Yueheng stepped forward, shook hands, and expressed his gratitude.
"Don't mention it. We're overjoyed that you're performing at our embassy."
"All of our embassy staff watched your performance at California Institute of Technology yesterday. It was courageous, resourceful, and inspiring!"
"The song 'People of the Dragon Kingdom' made our blood boil."
“Most people wouldn’t be able to remain so calm and composed in that situation, especially those young male singers in China.”
Ambassador Peng Yingli was lavish in his praise, smiling and exclaiming.
There was another thought in my mind that I didn't say aloud:
"If my good-for-nothing son were even a tenth as good as you, I'd be thanking the heavens with my ancestors' graves burning with gratitude!"
Ambassador Peng Yingli's son is named Peng Guanzu, and his nickname is "Azu".
He is currently studying at a prestigious university in China.
However, in reality, this son of an official was completely ignorant and incompetent.
He has a particular fondness for extreme sports and often drives his heavy motorcycle around the city late at night, making a loud noise.
Or you could risk your life by riding a high-altitude scooter on the rooftop of a skyscraper.
Relying on his father's status as a diplomatic ambassador, he idled away his days in Kyoto's elite circles of playboys.
He even nearly had to repeat a year because of failing too many courses.
Ultimately, the school took into account the young man's special status and made an exception, allowing him to barely pass the make-up exam.
For this reason, Peng Yingli often scolded her good-for-nothing son on the phone.
He repeatedly compared Wang Yueheng, who came from a poor family, with his son.
They even cut off his living expenses as punishment, but it had little effect.
Whenever his father cut off his allowance, the rebellious Peng Guanzu would run to the bank to borrow money.
Anyway, since his own father is an ambassador stationed abroad, no bank would refuse such a high-quality loan customer.
In addition, there was the mother who doted on her only son, and the grandparents who adored their grandson.
After repeated attempts, Peng Yingli, who was working hard overseas, was completely exhausted.
As long as it's not illegal, let my son do whatever he wants. Just consider him a good-for-nothing...
Therefore.
After seeing Wang Yueheng, who was about the same age as his son.
At this moment, Peng Yingli's heart was churning with emotions.
He really wanted to call his son here so that Wang Yueheng, a multi-talented singer, could help him guide and educate him.
"Isn't that Wang Yueheng?"
"It really is him! What's he doing in England?"
"Could they be here to perform?"
"Those two men in black suits next to him look familiar, are they bodyguards?"
Just as Wang Yueheng walked out of the airport accompanied by two embassy staff members and plainclothes armed police bodyguards.
Tourists from Asia or blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners occasionally exclaimed and discussed the scene.
"Wang Yueheng! You're the singer who sang 'See You Again,' right!"
"I'm from France and a big fan of yours. Can we take a picture together?"
Just then, a blonde woman from France suddenly jogged up and asked in English.
As soon as the woman finished speaking, several more die-hard fans who recognized Wang Yueheng gathered around, holding up their phones.
Noticing the commotion, several masked special police officers on duty in the lobby also walked over with guns at their sides.
The plainclothes armed police officers standing around immediately became more vigilant, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Sorry, it's too crowded here. Maybe next time!"
Wang Yueheng also noticed the armed British police officers nearby and politely declined the offer from the loyal female fan as he walked away.
If I stop to take a photo, I will be immediately surrounded by a swarm of people, and then I will probably be unable to move an inch.
"Oh, that's such a shame..."
"But I will always support you!"
Upon hearing this, the female fan from France looked disappointed.
Then the other party suddenly shouted loudly at Wang Yueheng in broken Mandarin, "Long live the Dragon Kingdom!"
Clearly, in the other party's understanding, this word is the highest praise for Wang Yueheng and his country.
"By the way, Ambassador Peng, is this gala performance open to the public, or is it a closed event?"
Wang Yueheng then asked Ambassador Peng Yingli.
"It's semi-public; we will send out invitations to some members of the public."
"In addition, some tickets will be given away to friendly people who wish to see the show."
Peng Yingli thought for a moment and then answered.
"Could you send two tickets to my die-hard fans?"
Wang Yueheng asked curiously.
"Of course, but unfortunately, the tickets are currently stored in the embassy office."
"We didn't bring it with us when we came to pick them up..."
Cultural Counselor Jiao Weimin immediately understood Wang Yueheng's thoughts and said regretfully.
"I'd be happy if you could give me one; I'd like to send one out."
"Xiaoxue, get me a pen and a notepad."
Then Wang Yueheng looked at Mo Zixue, who was following closely beside him, and said.
Upon hearing this, Mo Zixue hurriedly took out a pen and notepad from her small white crossbody bag and handed them to the other person.
Wang Yueheng immediately wrote his signature on the note in a bold and elegant style.
"Hi, Merci pour votre soutien! (Thank you for your support!)"
"You can take this autograph to the Chinese Embassy and exchange it for a ticket to my performance!"
Wang Yueheng then tore off the signed note.
He handed the gift to the French female fan who was still chasing after him taking pictures and shouting "Long live the Dragon Kingdom!" and smiled and said in French.
"What? Thank you, thank you so much!"
"Your French is so beautiful! I love you so much!"
"I will definitely go to your performance to cheer you on!"
The blonde female fan was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with surprise and delight as she quickly took the autographed note, her face beaming with happiness.
Hearing Wang Yueheng speak fluent French.
Ambassador Peng Yingli and Counselor Jiao Weimin also showed expressions of surprise.
The file they had reviewed about Wang Yueheng didn't mention that this singer also knew French!
Moreover, as ambassadors stationed abroad, the two were particularly sensitive to foreign languages.
Just by listening, you can tell that Wang Yueheng's spoken French is at least at a professional level.
It's not as simple as just learning a couple of common phrases on the spot.
"This singer is truly remarkable..."
Wang Yueheng made a deep impression on the two ambassadors at their first meeting.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com