There was silence at the scene, and everyone looked at the young man on the stage intently.

Ye Wenxuan's hands brushed the white keys, and the obsession in his eyes flashed.

With the movement of fingers, the crisp sound of the piano is played on this gorgeous stage.

The crisp sound of the piano came from the piano, as crisp as raindrops falling on the plate.

The clear and quiet piano sound falls from the sky like raindrops, with a clear temperature, calmly scratching the slightest trace in the dusty memory.

Intoxicated, obsessed looks appeared on the faces of everyone at the scene. Looking at the young man on the stage, every move seemed to form a subtle rhythm with the sound of the piano.

The kind of music that resonates with the body is also the result of a player's perfect interpretation.

The sound of the piano brought the audience into a mysterious nature, feeling the moistness of raindrops and the fragrance of nature.

Ten minutes later, the song fell, and Ye Wenxuan's hands slowly took off the keys.

Ye Wenxuan stood up from the piano bench and gave a European-style gentleman's salute to the audience, and the etiquette was very in place.

There was a brief silence on the scene. After a few seconds, applause gradually resounded throughout the hall.

There was a glint of enjoyment in everyone's eyes, and it was obvious that Ye Wenxuan's performance just now had conquered them.

Ye Wenxuan left the stage after the performance, and many reporters and guests wanted to rush to the stage and want to get close to Ye Wenxuan.

Although the guests here are all people in high society, at this moment, they are all like young people chasing stars.

However, a group of security personnel quickly came up on the stage, protected Ye Wenxuan, and quickly evacuated the scene.

Looking at such a scene, a trace of frustration flashed on their faces. However, good qualities allowed them to restrain their impulses and return to their positions.

……

Ye Wenxuan returned to his lounge, and now all his work is over. After a night, Ye Wenxuan was still a little tired, sitting on the sofa and waiting to leave.

Xu Rou and the others were busy dealing with the follow-up matters.

However, twenty minutes later, Ye Wenxuan still drove away from the scene in a car and returned to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, Ye Wenxuan simply cleaned up and went to sleep.

……

On the second day, the headlines of the whole Europe were dominated by last night's Paris Fashion Week, and the focus was all on Ye Wenxuan, who was born out of nowhere!

"Ye Wenxuan, the original composer of "The Mark of the Rain", suddenly appeared at the Paris fashion show last night, shocking!"

"The mysterious Oriental leaf descended on the evening party of Paris Fashion Week, and the strength played!"

"Jeffrey was slapped in the face, master, hehe, in front of Dongfang Ye, it's nothing!"

"Strange and lucky, the lucky star of Erin, the head of the fashion show-Ye Wenxuan!"

Piece by piece, it was born. It made the originally calm Europe slightly commotion.

Many people were surprised, and the reason why Ye Wenxuan appeared at the Paris fashion show was also deeply revealed by various reporters.

Jeffrey, who missed the appointment, showed a big foreign appearance this time and was spurned by everyone.

No one would like such a thing as a no-show. What's more, if you still miss an appointment on such an important matter, you will be spurned.

……

Aureland Manor, Switzerland.

Jeffrey was eating breakfast leisurely, thinking about the income of the previous two days that made Jeffrey have an appetite.

The original remuneration of 150,000 euros, as long as he failed the contract. The other party can't help but help himself pay compensation and double the remuneration for himself, this kind of good thing really can't be found with a lantern.

As for what grudge that person had with Erin, he Jeffrey didn't care.

Looking at the sunny outside, Jeffrey ate for a while and wiped his mouth.

Looking at the table next to him, the daily newspapers of the major well-known European newspapers that used to be put up early every day in the past, but today there is no one.

Jeffrey frowned, a little dissatisfied.

"What's the matter with this Oni, is he sick today?" Jeffrey muttered dissatisfied, and then shouted, "Oni?Oni?!"

Jeffrey called a few times, and after a while a man dressed as a butler hurried in from outside.

Walked up to Jeffrey's side, bowed slightly, and whispered, "Sir, you called me?"

Jeffrey looked at Oni and couldn't help but be a little annoyed when he saw that his face was ruddy and didn't look like he was sick.

"Where's the newspaper today? you've done well every day, but what's going on with you today!" said Jeffrey, exasperated.

Jeffrey, who was slightly bald, looked at Omni with anger in his eyes.

When Oni heard Jeffrey mention this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face was a little bitter.

"Sir, today...... Today's daily newspaper has nothing substance, or ...... It's better not to look at it. Oni's eyes were a little evasive, and he stumbled.

Jeffrey's eyes narrowed, he looked at Omni for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Omni, you have also been with me for almost five years, you know, I hate people to lie to me the most." ”

Oni bowed slightly, his head sinking.

"Sir, you really don't look at today's daily newspaper as well, these media they ......"

Jeffrey understood a little now, and said expressionlessly: "Go and bring me today's major daily newspapers, no one is missing, go, immediately!"

Hearing Jeffrey's words, Oni sighed slightly, and still did as Jeffrey said.

……

Twenty minutes later, Jeffrey's face was extremely ugly, and his chest was heaving up and down.

"Bang!"

"Enough of these media! How dare you arrange me like this!"

"A mere Chinese person, Ye Wenxuan, even if he writes "The Mark of the Rain"!

"How many years have I been in the piano field, and when has it been said!"

……

The more Jeffrey spoke, the more angry he became, and he tore up all the newspapers on the table, and he was furious.

Oni lowered his head, not daring to interject, just hung his head and stood silently to the side.

After waiting for about five minutes, Jeffrey gradually calmed down.

But the more Geoffrey thought about it, the more angry he became, and the anger in his chest grew stronger as time passed.

"Oni, you go and help me contact some media, I want to challenge Ye Wenxuan!" Jeffrey's eyes flashed with a gleam.

Now that Jeffrey knows that his reputation is now stinky, he can only turn over by washing away this shame.

Ye Wenxuan is currently in Paris, and his popularity is so high. If you challenge him, then Jeffrey will be the winner whether the other party agrees or not!

If he avoids the fight, then he will naturally fall from the altar in the hearts of the people, and he will be able to win great fame by taking advantage of the situation.