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As one of the top opera houses in China, many large-scale performances are held here, and the venue for the competition between Su Qi and Jiang Baichuan this time is set here.

Early in the morning, there were many people at the scene, and many luxury cars gathered, among the crowd, there were people who came to watch the game, and there were also reporters from major media newspapers.

In a certain car, a few reporters with satchels got out of the car, bored leaning on the car while smoking and chatting.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"It doesn't matter who wins, it's all the same news anyway. ”

"Hey, that's the way it goes, but one of these two has to be supportive, right?"

"Support? To be honest, we are all laymen, who can understand what these singers sing? I support Su Qi in my heart, but looking at today's posture, Su Qi's winning rate is almost negligible. The reporter took a puff of his cigarette and pointed to the main entrance of the opera house.

Another reporter looked down and saw a group of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes chatting with each other and walking slowly.

These are all famous singers in China, who came to watch the competition and serve as judges.

Everyone here, I believe that the paparazzi all over the country know each other, and they can call it a name.

"Famous soprano singer Sun Dalu!"

"Famous anti-string singer Liu Jun!"

"Famous bel canto Wang Guodong!"

"Famous symphony conductor Zhang Tianyi!"

"Oh my God, everyone is here!"

The paparazzi named them one by one, and they couldn't help but look shocked, such a grand event and scene are really rare in ordinary times.

Generally speaking, so many singing people appear in the same frame, and they can only be fortunate to witness it at the Spring Festival Gala.

"Didi. ”

Suddenly, there was a car horn in the distance, and everyone looked at it, and a black business car drove over, and two people came down one after the other.

The young man at the head was handsome, dressed in a dignified black suit, about twenty-seven or eighteen, and walked with a cold and arrogant face, and the man behind him was about fifty years old, also dressed in black, laughing and walking towards several singers present.

A reporter was immediately shocked and said: "The father and son of the Jiang family are here! That is Jiang Baichuan and Jiang Ruliu!" After that, he raised his camera and clicked wildly.

Another reporter said: "This is Jiang Baichuan, it looks impressive." ”

Jiang Baichuan rarely appears in front of the public, and there is not much news about him, so reporters rarely see him in person.

is worthy of being a disciple of a singing family, the temperament of the whole person is different from that of ordinary people, if killing Matt nobles is a kind of ridicule, then what he exudes is indeed a real aristocratic temperament.

It is said that the environment determines a person's life, people at different levels live in different environments, temperament and vision are naturally different, Jiang Baichuan's family is well-off, he grew up with a golden key since he was a child, and the education methods he is exposed to are also different from ordinary people, so there is a kind of aristocratic temperament flowing out of the body.

It's like it comes with a buff aura.,It's very eye-catching.。

A singer greeted him with a smile: "Oh, Lao Jiang, you're finally here!"

Jiang Iliu smiled and said, "Haha, Lao Li, I haven't seen you for a long time." He waved his hand and beckoned Jiang Baichuan and said, "Come, I've seen you Uncle Li." ”

Jiang Baichuan said: "Uncle Li is good. ”

"Haha, okay, it's really a hero out of a young man, the hope of our singing world!" Lao Li patted Jiang Baichuan's shoulder twice and praised him.

Jiang Ruliu whispered: "Lao Li, I'll have to trouble you a little more later!"

Lao Li nodded quietly: "Don't worry, it's just an ignorant junior, and he won't even be able to find a home if he loses, and Baichuan's second place is stable." ”

Jiang Yiliu smiled: "Then thank you." ”

"Let's go first, let Baichuan rehearse for a while. ”

The Jiang family's father and son and a group of singers entered the venue, and the paparazzi squatting nearby looked at each other when they saw the scene just now.

"This time Su Qi is finished. ”

"These singers all wear a pair of pants, he is a pop singer, how can he compare?"

"Alas, it's difficult!"

"Su Qi has no chance at all, so he shouldn't have proposed a competition. ”

"Who knows what he thinks in his head, he never does things regularly. ”

"It's a shame. ”

“……”

While the reporters were discussing with each other, two figures appeared at the door of the venue on the other side.

One of them was not a Chinese person, but a European and American face, who looked to be in his fifties, and he was followed by a Chinese man in his forties, who seemed to be very respectful to him, and the two of them walked like a walk, and no one noticed them.

"Mr. Bessel, there's a music competition today, do you want to go and see it?" said the younger Chinese man, pointing to the Jinghua Opera House.

The foreigner looked over and smiled kindly: "Okay, just let me open my eyes and look at Chinese music." ”

"Hey, I heard that it's a contest between two juniors, but Mr. Bessel shouldn't laugh at it. ”

"What's the joke? I really didn't see a concert when I came to China this time, but I happened to bump into it today, how can I do it if I don't see it?" Bessel said.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Then I'll go and inform the person in charge of the Jinghua Opera House." ”

Bessel stopped: "I'm here for a personal tour this time, so I don't need such a big show, let's go." ”

"Yes. ”

The two followed the flow of people and quietly entered the venue, without attracting anyone's attention.

Those paparazzi didn't know that this inconspicuous old man abroad was the top music master in Europe and the United States, and he was also a member of the American Music Association.

He and Jiang Iriliu, and even all the musicians here today, are not at the same level of artistic attainment.

It's no wonder that the paparazzi can't recognize it, mainly because the music master is usually too low-key, and the paparazzi rarely pay attention to this aspect of the singing world, and their attention is in the pop music circle.

And this Bessel is also a very ordinary person, caught in the crowd, and few people will pay attention.

The reporters continued to squat, waiting for another finale tonight.

After a while, a reporter stood up and shouted, "Here we are!"

Everyone else also tightened their grips on the cameras in their hands, staring at the slowly approaching Layton not far away.

Su Qi's car can be said to be known by the paparazzi in the whole capital, and it is very recognizable, and he will never be mistaken.

Sure enough, after the driver Wang Baobao parked the car steadily, the familiar figure came out of the back seat.

Su Qi...... It's here!

(To be continued.) )