At six o'clock in the evening, it gradually became darker.
Due to the sudden light rain, the pedestrians on the street have long become extremely rare, leaving only endless streams of vehicles and light and shadows flying through them.
However, in front of the gate of the Jinling Stadium in the west of Jinling City, it is already full of people and bustling.
There is still an hour before the concert begins, and fans who come to watch have already arrived at the scene.
Some of them held fan light signs, some waved support items, and some were holding various photography equipment such as spears and cannons, preparing to accurately capture every moment.
"I really don't understand. Isn't it just a female star? Are you so popular?" Looking at the crowds in front of me, one of the parents who came to watch the concert with their children, hugging their hands in front of them, looking confused.
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In the eyes of people like him who do not chase stars, braved the heavy rain and rushed over thousands of miles to watch a female artist perform, it was a waste of time and life.
The most important thing is that the whole concert was two and a half hours, which was enough for him to handle the seven or eight order business.
As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted the echoes of several other parents.
"Haha, An Lu is not just a female star, she is also the most accomplished among the young female artists in China. The international award she won is not even comparable to many old artists. Watching her concert, that's a lot of people
Not to mention that this is the first time she has held such a large performance.” Hearing the discussions of everyone, Song Bingyan, who was standing aside, waving the support, couldn't help but hum.
"Yes, in addition to artistic attainments, Anlu is also a famous philanthropist. Last year alone, there were tens of thousands of poor students he sponsored. At the beginning of the year, he even donated 70% of the concert income.
Giving Hope Project is countless times stronger than those rich and wealthy celebrities who use charity to make money. She deserves our support." Song Yurong also smiled and echoed.
As she spoke, she turned around and glanced at the parents who were talking and smiled, "But everyone is in a different position, the content they see is different, and the final judgment will inevitably be different, so
Some people have doubts about this matter, which is acceptable.”
"Miss Yurong said it well. She is truly the best among the younger generation in Yanjing. Her knowledge is countless times stronger than those ordinary people." Just as Song Yurong finished speaking, a loud voice suddenly came from behind.
Looking back, I saw that it was a young man dressed in luxurious clothes and elegant appearance, walking towards the two of them with a smile on his face.
Seeing the person clearly, Song Bingyan's face changed and he said a little displeased: "What do you mean is that I am an ordinary person?"
"I dare not, but I believe you know more about what kind of evaluation Young Master Song has in the upper circle of Yanjing than me." The young man's face remained unchanged, but he just smiled meaningfully.
As soon as he said this, Song Bingyan almost jumped up in anger.
I have to say that he really has no good reputation in the upper circle of Yanjing. Either he talks about his mother boy or his playboy, in short, most of them have negative comments.
Although he had long been accustomed to these voices, it still annoyed that someone used this incident to mock him in person.
Immediately, he ignored his image and pointed at the young man in front of him, and said angrily: "You kid tell me again, do you believe it or not, I can't even know your mother?"
"Brother, don't do this." Seeing that Song Bingyan was about to take action, Song Yurong, who was stunned by the side, quickly reached out to stop him.
Then, she glanced at the young man and whispered: "If I admit it, he should be Wang Xun."
"Wang Xun, which Wang Xun?" Song Bingyan was stunned.
"Who else can it be? Of course, it is the eldest son of the Wang family in Yanjing. During the Chinese New Year last year, my grandfather took us to the Wang family and met him." Song Yurong said hurriedly.
Upon hearing this, Song Bingyan's face changed, and then turned around and glanced at the young man.
After confirming it, a trace of fear flashed in his expression, and his clenched fists couldn't help but let go and put them behind his back.
There is no way, this young master Wang is really not something he can mess with.
Although the Song and Wang families are of equal strength, Wang Xun is at the forefront of the Wang family and is even trained as the heir of the future head of the family. However, he is basically in a free-range state in the Song family and cannot be compared at all.
The most important thing is that Wang Xun is also extremely powerful. At a young age, he is in charge of several large companies and his own assets are as high as billions. Even if he looks at the young generation in China, he is considered a leader. Quge
Faced with such peers, even though he is a child of the Song family, he still does not dare to offend easily.
"I didn't expect that after a few years of separation, Miss Yurong still remembers it. It's so honorable." After seeing Song Bingyan learn about his identity, he reluctantly put his fist back, and a trace of disdain flashed across Wang Xun's mouth.
However, he didn't care too much, but continued to talk to Song Yurong.
In his eyes, Song Bingyan, a rich man who is a waste, is not worth his attention at all. Instead, the talented business woman in front of him is more attractive to him.
At a age that is almost the same as him, he received far less attention from his family than him, but his achievements were comparable to his. Such a woman is indeed worthy of his appreciation.
The most important thing is that women like this who have both talent and look very extraordinary are many times better than those vulgar fans who can be played with by others in Yanjing. If they can successfully win it, then It feels so fulfilling.
Song Yurong didn't know what Wang Xun was thinking, but waved her hand and smiled, "Wang Shaoyan is so serious. There is no honor or honor between you and me."
"Miss Yurong doesn't need to be polite, there is still honor." Wang Xun smiled.
Then, he looked Song Yurong up and down and said curiously: "Miss Yurong, why are you in Jinling? Could it be that you came here for An Lu's performance?"
"That's not. I'm here to see An Lu's performance, but by the way, I came to Jinling mainly to negotiate a business." Song Yurong answered truthfully.
"I don't know how the business is being negotiated, do you need help?" Wang Xun asked with a smile.
Song Yurong smiled and waved her hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but the business has been successfully negotiated, but..."
"What, is there any problem?" Wang Xun said inexplicably.
"I can't understand one thing. Why didn't I agree at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, I suddenly agreed again. I suspect someone is helping me behind my back." Song Yurong replied with a wry smile.
Wang Xun nodded and continued to ask with a smile: "I don't know if Miss Yurong knows who helped you?"
"My brother and I have already guessed in our minds, but it is still impossible to determine whether it is that person." Song Yurong said with a faint smile.
"Miss Yurong, have you guessed that I helped you?" Wang Xun said in surprise when he heard Song Yurong's words.