Chapter 332: Street Performer

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He prefers football to basketball and has been the host of the Champions League, European Championship and World Cup. I especially like Manchester United and Barcelona.

Barcelona certainly doesn't stand a chance, it's membership. Manchester United is comparatively more viable.

Moreover, Manchester United has more commercial value than Barcelona. Guo Shouyun still remembers a list of the top 10 most valuable football clubs published by Forbes before he was reborn. Manchester United is in first place with an assessment of more than $4 billion, surpassing Real Madrid.

And that's not even counting the nearly £600 million that the Glazer family has siphoned off Manchester United to pay off their debts over the past decade. Therefore, from an investment point of view, Manchester United is undoubtedly the most cost-effective one.

"I'm going to buy Manchester United, but not now!"

"Not now?

Guo Shouyun narrowed his eyes slightly, "When the opportunity comes, I will naturally make a move." ”

In fact, his so-called opportunity was when the Glazer family entered. By that time, Abu's 'Golden Yuan Offensive' had already changed the situation in European football. The football circle is more receptive to capital, and compared to the Glazer family, he Guo Shouyun obviously has stronger capital. On the contrary, if you enter the acquisition now, most of them will have to touch the nose.

"What kind of opportunity?"

"You'll know later... I'm hungry, let's eat first!" Guo Shouyun changed the subject.

Seeing him like this, Al Bevan pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

Halfway through dinner, the cabaret show begins. Guo Shouyun doesn't know much about dance, but the dance at the Moulin Rouge is really good and attractive. But in contrast, he still prefers Chinese-style classical dance, similar to the French cancan dance that shows off the naked face of women and proud figures, and he is not very cold. But maybe it's the cultural difference, but Al Beven next to him is watching with relish.

"You like it?"

"What do you like?" said Al Bevan, who didn't react for a moment.

"Dance!"

"I don't like it. ”

"Don't like it? I don't like you to be so engaged?"

"What do you know, I'm looking at beautiful women!" Al Bewen gave Guo Shouyun a roll of his eyes with an expression of 'you really don't know how to appreciate'.

After being stunned for a moment, Guo Shouyun looked back at the stage and nodded.

"It's really beautiful!"

"Of course. Actresses at the Moulin Rouge must be ballet trained, be at least 1.72 meters tall and be between the ages of 16 and 25. The appearance should be good, the smile should be bright, the thighs should be slender, and the nose should be playful. Moreover, entering the Moulin Rouge is the dream of many girls, because the experience of the Moulin Rouge is like the magical secret phrase "open sesame" in "Alibaba", which makes life miraculous. Many of the girls who danced at the Moulin Rouge later managed to enter the world of film. Therefore, there are beautiful women from all over the world, and every time you visit, you can feast your eyes. ”

Guo Shouyun knew it in his heart. But looking at the snow-white and straight thighs that are raised rhythmically on the stage, as well as the bare body, it is difficult for him to have the urge to possess. He has seen a lot of beautiful women, and he prefers Molly Bevan and Wendy Roosevelt, women who have beautiful appearances, but also rich knowledge, independent thoughts, and elegant temperament to simple beauty.

"Wow...!"

With an exclamation from the audience of thousands of people, a scantily clad actress slashed over the heads of everyone with the help of steel rings that spread throughout the space. During the whole process, she unscrupulously showed her proud figure, attracting the attention of everyone present.

After watching it for a while, Guo Shouyun lost interest in this kind of cookie-cutter thing.

"Are you done eating, let's go!"

"Let's go, now that the show has just begun, you're not watching?"

"Don't look at it, it's boring!" Guo Shouyun shook his head.

"Well, I don't know if you're still a 23-year-old!"

After complaining, the two of them, plus Guo Shouyun's two bodyguards, left lightly from the exit channel.

"It's not even nine o'clock, let's go together?" said Al Bevan.

Looking at the brightly lit and crowded Champs-Elysées, Guo Shouyun, who hadn't gone shopping for a long time, and had never experienced this kind of market atmosphere, nodded.

"Forgot to ask. What the hell is going on with you and Olivia? Didn't I hear you say that you plan to get married some time ago?" asked Guo Shouyun as he walked.

"Alas, we quarreled because we got married!"

"Why?"

"I want Molly to be able to attend my wedding, so I'm hoping to wait a few years and maybe she'll be sober. But Olivia disagreed. Al Bevan annoyed.

Guo Shouyun patted him on the shoulder, he could understand the other party's thoughts. For Al Bevan, who has not received much maternal love since he was a child, his sister Molly is the one who gives him the most maternal comfort, and the importance is self-evident. Therefore, for Al Bewen, who admires perfection, the lack of the blessing of the closest person on such an important matter as a wedding is obviously an irreparable shortcoming.

"Explain to Olivia that although she has a stubborn personality, she is also a reasonable girl. I believe she will understand you!" Guo Shouyun said with relief.

"I hope so!"

With that, Al Bevan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Listen!"

Guo Shouyun looked at Al Bewen beside him with a confused expression, and only reacted after a while, he was referring to the sound of the piano echoing in his ears at this moment.

In developed European countries with high welfare guarantees and a slower pace of life, there is never a shortage of music lovers or artists on the streets.

For example, now, in a small square not far from the subway entrance, a middle-aged man in a black suit is holding a violin and playing melodious music emotionally. The superb skills attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

"Schubert's Serenade!" Al Bevan whispered, squinting slightly. You could tell he was intoxicated.

Guo Shouyun nodded, "Let's go over and listen." It's rare for someone to play the violin so well. ”

"Will you too?"

"I studied for a while when I was a child, but I wasn't proficient!" Guo Shouyun said with a smile.

In Bruce Guo's memory, his adoptive father fully inherited the importance that the Chinese people attached to education. Because of his family's wealth, he has cultivated various interests and hobbies since he was a child. Compared with Guo Shouyun's elm head, Bruce Guo is obviously the kind of 'other people's child' in ordinary people's mouths, no matter what he learns, he is very fast. Violin, piano, guitar and other musical instruments, basketball, fighting, horseback riding, rich extracurricular activities and practices, are also another major advantage of his entry into Stanford. You must know that studying in college in the United States is not just about academic performance.

"What you say you are not proficient in, you often do it well!"

Guo Shouyun smiled and did not speak.

Al Bevan, who was accustomed to him like this, didn't ask again. The two of them walked through the crowd to the front.

The melodious sound of "Schubert's Serenade" echoed in the crowd, and this work, known as the "King of Songs" in the history of European music, showed a strong appeal in this black night sky, making people unconsciously indulge in it.

"Whoa...!"

At the end of the song, thunderous applause rang out. Among them, of course, also includes Guo Shouyun and Al Bewen.

Unexpectedly, however, after the strange middle-aged musician got up to return the salute, Al Bevan walked over.

Guo Shouyun couldn't figure out what he was going to do, so he could only watch him make his own decisions.

"Hello, my name is Al Bevin. Your violin is playing great!"

"Thank you. My name is Lucas Blanco and it's been a pleasure to meet you!"

After the two shook each other's hands, Al Bewen continued, "Can I use your violin?"

"You'll use it too?"

"When I was in school, I was a violinist in the orchestra. Al Bevan nodded.

"Then I'll rest assured, give!"

Looking at the violin handed to him and maintained by the other party, Al Beven took it with some caution.

"Thank you!"

"No, it's up to you next!"

Al Bevan nodded, took a slight breath to calm down, and put the violin on his shoulder.

After closing his eyes for a moment, the melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

"'The Wedding of Dreams,' Richard Clayderman?"

Guo Shouyun judged where it came from when the music sounded.

“… It seems that the conflict between him and Olivia this time is not easy to resolve. Thinking of this, Guo Shouyun shook his head. How easy is it for his own troubles to solve?

Al Bevan's skills are undoubtedly a little worse than the one before him. However, the violin's rich expressiveness still renders beautiful music.

Richard Clayderman himself is French, and as one of his famous songs, "The Wedding of Dreams" is not unfamiliar to Parisians.

So, when Al Bevan's more than two-minute performance was over, the surrounding audience also gave enthusiastic applause.

After owing to the people around him, Al Bewen beckoned to Guo Shouyun.

"Bruce...?"

Guo Shouyun was helpless and walked over.

"Your violin is good. But it's not early, can we go?"

"Don't worry, it's a rare opportunity to come out and hang out, why go back so early!" After a pause, he turned around, "Blanco, this friend of mine is also a violinist, and his level is higher than mine, can I let him play a piece too?"

"Really?" Lucas Blanco looked at Guo Shouyun in surprise.

"Nope. My violin level is average...!" Guo Shouyun hurriedly said.

"Bruce, don't be so polite. Give...!"

Al Bevan couldn't help but put the violin in his hand and pulled Lucas Blanco aside.

Guo Shouyun, who was completely forced by the overlord, really couldn't figure out what Al Bevan was thinking in his head. It's just that I'm interested, and I have to pull him along.

Looking at the violin in his hand, and then looking at the expectant eyes around him, Guo Shouyun sighed in his heart. Pretending to be cowardly is not his character, so he has to go on. Fortunately, his violin level is not too bad.