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"The venue for the Bird's Nest concert in Beijing is currently being finalized."

"You can go there tonight, have the first rehearsal, and get familiar with the overall stage."

"If everything is fine today, the second rehearsal scheduled for tomorrow noon will be unnecessary."

For Hu Yibao's concert this time, everyone attached great importance to it, and the process was detailed in every aspect.

"Okay! That's it." Hu Yibao nodded.

Hu Yibao had watched all the procedures of the Beijing concert, and Wang Le said at this time that it was just a reminder to Hu Yibao.

"This time, we stayed in a five-star hotel closest to the Bird's Nest." This time Wang Le came with Hu Yibao, not only in charge of the concert, but also fully responsible for Hu Yibao's next basic necessities of life.

In order to ensure that Hu Yibao's concert went smoothly this time, Wang Le arranged a total of more than 30 people to be responsible for Hu Yibao's costumes, stage movements and so on.

In addition, the security is in charge of the security company established by several martial arts clubs in the elite martial arts association in the capital, which was contacted by Hu Yibao himself.

02: 30.

Arrive at the hotel.

Hu Yibao lay on the bed, staring at the phone screen.

There is a string of phone numbers on it, the ones I just entered belong to my grandfather Hu Chang.

Haven't been in touch for a few years.

After hesitating for a while, Hu Yibao called.

"Since I fought with the king in the east and south"

A burst of melodious Beijing opera bells rang in Hu Yibao's ears.

Soon.

The phone is on.

Before the other party could speak, Hu Yibao said immediately.

"Hey! Grandpa! I'm a treasure!"

"I'm in the capital now, I'll see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, after waiting for several seconds, Hu Yibao did not hear a reply.

"Could it be a wrong call?"

Hu Yibao moved the phone away from his ear and looked at the phone number on the screen.

"That's right!"

at this time.

A voice that seemed to be trembling because of excitement rang through the phone.

"Grandson, are you really in Beijing?"

Hu Yibao's heart eased, and he replied with a smile, "Well, I'm in Beijing! I mainly come to see you, and let's start the concert by the way."

"I haven't seen you for so long, I will make grandpa happy."

"Haha, grandpa! I'll look for you tomorrow. My dad has already given me the address."

"Okay! Grandpa will buy you candied haws."

"Thank you grandpa!"

chatted for a while.

Hu Yibao and Hu Chang, the grandfather and grandson, did not feel unfamiliar because they hadn't seen each other for many years.

This is blood.

hang up the phone.

Hu Yibao searched for Luochen Hotel on the phone map.

Because Hu Yibao was not sure about the time to visit tomorrow, so his grandfather gave him another address.

Tomorrow they have a performance. A rich man in the capital is celebrating his 80th birthday and needs some performances.

It is said that singing and opera sketches will have everything at that time.

According to this, Hu Yibao also knew that his grandfather hadn't been very happy recently, he was almost seventy, and he was still running around.

Hu Yibao made up his mind to take him back this time and take care of him for the rest of his life.

After memorizing the specific address and route, Hu Yibao called Wang Le.

"Let's go out at 04:30, let's get familiar with the venue first."

04:30 in the afternoon.

Hu Yibao got out of the five-star hotel by car, went straight to the Bird's Nest, and started the concert rehearsal.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The sun was setting, and it was getting late.

Warm yellow lights sprinkled on the stage.

Hu Yibao stood on the stage holding the microphone.

Around the stage, more than 9 seats were empty.

Only some concert staff.

Accompanied by the sound of music, Hu Yibao entered the rehearsal.

"Plain embryo outlines blue and white, and the brush stroke becomes lighter"

The melodious and low-pitched singing, with a strong Chinese flavor, echoed in the bird's nest.

The staff present were talking in low voices with a little fascination.

"sounds so good!"

"That's right! It's been seven or eight years, and I haven't seen anyone who has achieved this level of live performance without any post-production sound modification."