The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 119 The God of Music (Part 1)

Madam Gu found her husband and sat down with a cold expression.

Gu Qingyan withdrew his gaze from Madam Jiang and the others, glanced at Madam Gu, and asked in a low voice, Who is the girl next to Madam Jiang?

Mrs. Gu's complexion became even more stinky visible to the naked eye, she looked up and down at Gu Qingshan, with a little disgust mixed with contempt in her gaze.

It doesn't matter if you mess around outside, such a young girl can do it? Are you still human?

How can a man be so shameless.

Gu Qingyan quickly looked around, and shouted in a low voice: What nonsense are you talking about? How could I have that meaning, please pay attention to me when talking outside.

Mrs. Gu snorted coldly: Is that what you mean? You know it well in your heart. If you want others to not know, unless you do nothing yourself.

Gu Qingyan wanted to ask again, but Mrs. Gu had already turned her head away and ignored him.

Gu Qingshan was scratching like a cat in his heart. He was sitting in the first row of the auditorium. Everyone in the back row could see clearly what he was doing. Just now he took the opportunity to say hello to Mrs. Jiang and turned his head. If he turned his head now, the timing would be wrong. Appropriate.

At 7:30, when all the staff arrived, Shen Shaojian took the stage to speak, and the words on the scene made people drowsy.

The specific process of tonight's charity event is as follows. Celebrities from all walks of life donate one of their own items and auction them on site. All proceeds from the auction will be donated to charity activities.

Some people get famous, some people get benefits, and they cleverly implement charitable projects, killing three birds with one stone.

Such charitable activities are very common in celebrity circles. After all, fame is such a thing that the more the better, the better.

On an occasion like tonight, no one dares to fool people with fake things, unless they don't want to hang out in the circle. If you like it, you can hold up a sign, and Aunt Lan will take a picture and give it to you. It's a thank you gift for you today. , you helped me a lot today.

Jiang Chunlan patted Ming Jing's hand lovingly.

On the table in front of the two of them, there was a name tag with the number 18 marked on it, and the price was raised during the auction.

Ming Jing smiled: Madam, I have money myself.

Hey, how can it be the same? I am your elder. There is an old saying that the elders can't deny you. You have helped me a lot. It's just a little thank you.

Der Spiegel no longer refused.

Across a table, sat an elegant middle-aged man. All the other men came with their female companions, but he was alone and particularly eye-catching.

But no one has any doubts, because Shen Zhou, anyone who knows him well, knows that although he is worth hundreds of billions, he is not a womanizer.

Nearly forty years old, unmarried and childless, many celebrities and actresses tried to make it to the palace, but they all failed.

Later, there was even a rumor that this person had a habit of Long Yang.

His assistant, Shen Ke, is the No. 2 figure in the Shenzhou Group. As a young talent, he is also unmarried and childless.

The two golden bachelors are inseparable, and they are not close to women, how can everyone not want to be crooked.

Ming Jing, how did you meet Mr. Shen? Jiang Chunlan blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, and the steaming tea mist engulfed the emotions in Jiang Chunlan's eyes.

The top Dongting Biluochun is not bad, it seems that Jiade Group has invested heavily this time.

Ming Jing smiled slightly: It's a long story. I once saved Mr. Shen who had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage on the subway on the way to school. In the end, I didn't help much. I just stood there when everyone was afraid of being blackmailed. After getting out, I called 120 to send to the doctor, Mr. Shen is kind and has no airs, he is very grateful for my little help, and even offered to help the Zhu Group when it was in crisis.

Jiang Chunlan glanced at her with a smile: Your help is not a small favor, it is a life-saving favor. The elderly have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and they are already in dire straits. Shen Zhou is also a well-known dutiful son. Shan Guo, you deserve all of this.”

Ma'am. Zhou Xue came over and whispered to Jiang Chunlan, Mr. Zou from Jade Group will personally come to make amends to you. He is the person in charge of Huaguo District of Jade Group.

Jiang Chunlan's brows and eyes became cold: Things that require money but not life, do you have a life for the black-hearted money you earn?

Is it over with an apology? You tell him that I will never end this matter with them.

Yes. Zhou Xue stepped back.

Jiang Chunlan raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brows: These shameless things have come to me in a pretense of death.

Ming Jing smiled: Madam, don't worry, misfortunes come with blessings, and everything has its own chance.

Listening to you, I really feel much better. Jiang Chunlan exhaled foul breath.

After Shen Shaojian finished his conversation, the auction officially started.

Two tall hostesses unfolded a long scroll, which was a picture of words.

The writing is actually good, but if you read it carefully, you will be frizzy and can't be a master.

Master Li Yang's handmade painting, donated by Mr. Li Ming, the auction price is 100,000 yuan, and the auction starts now.

The people at the scene subconsciously looked at Mrs. Gu, and Mrs. Gu raised her head with a well-placed smug smile on her face.

Gu Qingshan frowned, and whispered in displeasure, What's going on?

Mrs. Gu curled her lips together: What's wrong? Li Yang lost your man?

Gu Qingshan gave her a blank look: What do you know? Things are not so simple, tell your cousin to restrain himself, and don't even look at the occasion.

Mrs. Gu gave him a blank look: The state officials are only allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps. It's not as unreasonable as you.

Gu Qingyan didn't bother to talk to her: Stupid woman.

If it weren't for the public, Mrs. Gu would have scratched her claws.

Jiang Chunlan clicked his tongue, the meaning of the smile was unclear.

This so-called master's handwriting is not as good as Ming Jing's calligraphy. Now these people's flattering skills are getting more and more advanced with the times. It's amazing.

After three rounds of bidding, it was acquired by a wealthy businessman's wife for 300,000 yuan.

Charity auctions are different from general commercial auctions. The transaction amount will not be too large, and there will be basically no sky-high bidding.

The whole process was serious and extremely boring. Some wives could not hold back and dozed off. They were awakened by the sound of the hammer falling. They were startled and found that no one was paying attention to them, so they put their hands on their chests and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This lady is Mrs. Shen.

Yawning, he turned his head and said secretly to Ming Jing: It's so boring, if I didn't accompany us, Lao Shen, I wouldn't even want to come if I was killed.

Ming Jing asked with a smile, Is there no antique that Madam is interested in?

Mrs. Shen glanced at Jiang Chunlan secretly, beckoned Ming Jing to come closer, and whispered in her ear: If you are not afraid of your jokes, I am a person who knows nothing about art, so naturally I have no interest. I am a pile of broken copper and iron. I really don’t know what’s so good about it, they’re all so expensive, it’s a money grab.”

Ming Jing was amused by her straightforwardness, Madam is right.

Madam Shen's eyes lit up: You think so too?

The value of works of art and collections lies in the added value that people add to them, which contain specific human history and character background. For those who know it, they are worth a lot. For those who are not interested, they may not be as good as a bowl beef noodles.

Hahaha, I just like to listen to your talk. It really speaks to my heart. What kind of art is not a hype. That Li Yang, master bullshit, is famous all by himself. Mrs. Shen curled her lips.

Ming Jing smiled: Madam is transparent.

I don't dare to be in front of you. Let me tell you, this Li Yang is Mrs. Gu's cousin. You can figure out how much water is mixed with the word master. I'm ashamed for her. Her husband will plant her sooner or later. hand.

Ming Jing smiled but said nothing.

Clisonne cloisonné enamel in Qing Dynasty, donated by Mr. Shen Zhou, the starting price is 200,000 yuan.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Shen Zhou, and Shen Zhou took a sip of tea calmly.

This time, more people participated in the auction.

Ming Jing was startled, and suddenly seemed to hear Qu Feitai's voice.

Ming Jing turned his head, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor, it seemed as if he could see bunches of red light beams shooting up into the sky, illuminating half of the sky.

What are you looking at? Jiang Chunlan asked.

It's nothing. Ming Jing retracted his gaze and said calmly.

——

The teenager on the stage, wearing a black T-shirt with his anime avatar printed on it, blue ripped jeans, graffiti white sneakers, and a dreadlock on his head, appeared in a street hip-hop image.

The opening was a song and dance, which fully mobilized everyone's emotions. Jiangzhou tonight is doomed to sleepless.

Accompanied by the cool and handsome dance, the magnetic voice has harvested countless screams.

Accompanied by the tearing music, the young man clasped the ground with one hand, and his whole body jumped up, performing the very difficult freeze motion in street dance Breaking.

There is a huge broadcast screen on the side of the stage. Following the photographer's lens, the boy's figure is firmly locked in the screen.

The next moment, the audience was full of boiling screams, almost piercing the sky, and the screams of the scene could be heard ten kilometers away.

The boy's T-shirt slipped off his chest, revealing his tight eight-pack abs without hesitation, coupled with the cold metal belt buckle, he is simply a girl killer, sexy and blood-spitting.

And the teenager's perfect and sexy abs just appeared on the huge broadcast screen. Whether it was the live audience or the audience watching the live broadcast on TV, they were all deeply shocked by this scene.

What followed was a violent scream like a huge wave.

The enthusiasm of the fans is hotter than the sun above the nine heavens.

After the boy finished dancing, he stood on the stage in a serious manner, and the face of the boy appeared on the broadcast screen.

With stage makeup, eyeliner drawn up, and sequins pasted on the end of the eyes, those eyes are like peach blossom demons, with a magical power that can kill people with just one look.

At this moment, the young man on the stage is really a fairy who charms all living beings.

Thank you for coming to my concert. I am Qu Feitai. The young man's magnetic and clear voice floated in every corner of the venue through the microphone.

The gentle tone is like a boy whispering softly in your ear.

Who could stand such torture, the screaming never stopped.

Mingchen and Mingti only felt that their ears were going to be deaf. Although they were sitting in the VIP position in the front row, the screams were so loud that they almost went to heaven in place.

Qu Feitai was right in front of them. From their point of view, the slender boy with the dazzling lights on his head seemed to be descended from a god.

The two held hands tightly, and Zhou Ying's desperate cry was heard next to their ears.

Ah... Brother, you are so handsome, you want my life, I will give you everything...

Mingchen and Mingti looked at each other, and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

It's too scary, where are you, second sister, woo woo...

Zhu Xiangxiang's head injury was still not healed, so he didn't dare to scream too loudly, but only dared to wave the light stick in his hand slightly.

Suddenly, she held Zhou Ying's arm tightly, and said in a trembling voice, Did Qu Feitai look in my direction just now?

Zhou Ying gave her a white look: What are you dreaming about, you are clearly looking at me, okay?

On Zhu Xiangxiang’s left is the invited media person, Lu Yao, the editor-in-chief of Southern Entertainment, and to the left are all specially invited media persons or representatives of advertisers. This is why the VIP position is good. It’s not as noisy as the back, so everyone compares Rational restraint.

Hearing this, Lu Yao glanced at the girl beside her with a bandage on her head, her eyes flickered slightly, to be the editor-in-chief of a magazine, especially in the entertainment industry, one must have a high gossip sensitivity.

Qu Feitai did look at this position several times just now.

These locations are all free ticket areas, and these girls are either family members of advertisers, or have channels at home... Before Qu Feitai took a look here, she thought they were just a few simple Bai Fumei, but Just after Qu Feitai glanced at it a few times, she smelled something unusual.

Because that is Qu Feitai.

There seems to be a gap between a young man who has never been rumored with girls, and several beautiful junior sisters in the same company. The higher his achievements, the more curious his love life will be.

Qu Feitai is cold-tempered and solitary, no matter how dedicated the paparazzi has been with him for three years, he can't find any clues.

But at this moment, she smelled a hint of lead, even if it was just a little bit, it was enough.

The boy said a few words, the stage went dark, and at the transition time, the auditorium became restless.

Taking advantage of this time, Lu Yao tentatively asked the girl beside her, Are you a fan of Qu Feitai? Seeing that your head is still injured, the little girl's liking is really touching.

Zhu Xiangxiang took a sip of water to moisten his throat. Hearing this, he glanced at the woman beside him, and said with a smile, It's okay, it's just a small injury. Even if I'm paralyzed, I still have to crawl to see my song god.

Lu Yao's eyes flickered slightly: Are you from Jiangzhou?

Yes, a native of Jiangzhou.

You're still young, high school student.

Well, I'm a sophomore at the beginning of school.

As far as I know, it's not easy to get tickets in this area. Your family must have a lot of channels.

Zhu Xiangxiang said smoothly: My sister got it, she is very good...

Your sister? Lu Yao curled her lips playfully, Is that the little girl next to you?

Zhu Xiangxiang rolled his eyes: How can...

Before she could say a single word, she suddenly stared at Lu Yao vigilantly: Why are you asking so many questions?

This man is so weird.

Lu Yao smiled kindly: It's nothing, I just think you are very beautiful and cute. It reminds me of my daughter. She goes to school abroad and I haven't seen her for a long time.

He said with a sad look in his eyes.

Zhu Xiangxiang pursed her lips: Sorry.

Needless to say I'm sorry, I was the one who was abrupt.

Lu Yao sighed: Your sister should be as beautiful and cute as you.

Zhu Xiangxiang lowered his eyes, thinking that this person must really be thinking of his daughter.

No, my sister is much prettier and better than me. She is the most perfect girl in the world. Zhu Xiangxiang's low voice was quickly covered by loud screams, but she drifted in without missing a word. In Lu Yao's ears.

Lu Yao said with emotion: Is there really such a perfect girl in the world? It's unimaginable. Is your sister also a fan of Qu Feitai? Is she also present?

This time Zhu Xiangxiang was not so easy to deceive. She realized that she had revealed too much to a stranger, so she glanced at her and turned her head warily.

At this time, the lights on the stage were turned on again, and Qu Feitai reappeared on the stage in a different costume, bringing a new round of extreme enjoyment.

This is a slow song, the title song of Qu Feitai's album two years ago.

The gentle music style made the excited fans quickly quiet down, and there was no more screaming, and everyone listened to the song quietly.

None of Qu Feitai's songs is about love, everyone is used to it, some people even joked that Qu Feitai would not be able to write a love song if he had never been in love, and when Qu Feitai wrote a love song one day, needless to say, he must Fall in love.

Qu Feitai slowly walked to the edge of the stage, while singing, his eyes slowly scanned the audience, and finally passed the front row as if inadvertently.

Zhu Xiangxiang grabbed Zhou Ying excitedly again: Did you see that, he was really looking at me just now.

Zhou Ying really wanted to touch her face: You are obviously looking at me, what are you dreaming about?

Lu Yao looked at Qu Feitai, who was close at hand, and then at Zhu Xiangxiang, who had an excited face, and smiled inexplicably.

Qu Feitai said: The lights at the scene were too flashing, I couldn't see anything clearly...Mingjing where are you?