The reporter waved impatiently: "I have another game."

He finished typing a small manuscript of more than 200 words in almost five minutes and showed it to Mrs. Qin.

"So short?" Mrs. Qin felt a little sorry for the money she spent.

The red envelopes I asked for were thousands of yuan.

Just published a few words to the newspaper?

The reporter laughed sarcastically: "There is no need to be so much text, the focus is on your daughter's beautiful pictures."

He threw out a picture of Qin Wenrou playing the piano with shocking feet.

Close-up zoom.

Extremely clear.

Mrs. Qin didn't hear the sarcastic scent. Seeing that the picture was quite large, she couldn't help but feel happy: her daughter finally made a fortune.

The only worry also disappeared: this is all for artistic sacrifice, and it should be viewed from an artistic perspective.

The news was also posted, and Mrs. Qin was satisfied. The reporter immediately got up, grabbed the camera and interview bag and walked out.

"You go slowly. I'll ask you to write a few more articles when you look back. Oh, why are you so anxious? Otherwise, I'll arrange a thank-you banquet after the show ends later..." Mrs. Qin said in a low voice, wanting to keep the reporter.

Unexpectedly, the reporter didn't look back: "There is a big guy playing upstairs, so I have to go and worship it quickly, it's time to go."

Mrs. Qin: “…”

Which boss was holding a concert upstairs, and everyone was running upwards?

She vaguely heard passersby talking in the audience where she paid for it:

"Didn't Qin Wenrou just play the piano with her feet? I didn't have any other tricks after listening to it for a long time. How could I play barefoot at home? Is it still used to listen to her?"

"Oh, didn't they introduce it? They said that she talked very strongly, emotionally, and very sharply? They said that this style of music is the first in the entire empire."

"Ah, why did I hear that the song above is domineering?"

“How domineering?”

"My friend just went up and listened, saying that if he didn't listen for a while in his life, he was almost crying."

"Damn it, that's so amazing, let's go and have a look, too?"

"Yes, I just gave us a hundred yuan and wanted us to sit here and watch the stinky feet of this girl. Do you think we are fools?"

"Let's go!"

The audience finally couldn't stand Qin Wenrou's "innovative" style, and they were eager to worship the bosses upstairs, so they stood up and left the seat.

Mrs. Qin couldn't stop her.

I watched as I walked away from most of the audience, and continued to lose the audience at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, almost only the relatives in the front rows were left, and they were still sitting awkwardly unable to hide their face.

Qin Wenrou finished playing the first song.

Finally turned sideways and bowed to the audience to thank him.

However, the sparse applause was very different from what she expected.

What's going on?

When she looked closely, she almost thought she was dazzled: there was a lot of empty space in the concert hall, with only dozens of seats in the front row and some people, all of whom were relatives who could call her name.

Where is the audience?

Where is the person?

Where is the applause?

What about the highlights of her life?!!

Just as we were about to regroup and start the second song, even the relatives in the front seats couldn't sit still and greeted Mrs. Qin: "We are very proud of our first song after listening to it, so we say goodbye."

Mrs. Qin was anxious: "Oh, I'll say that I'll have a thank-you banquet after listening to it..."

Everyone shook their heads:

"No, there is still something to do at home, so let's go first."

"Yes, my son is waiting for me to tutor my homework at home, and a school test tomorrow."

"My husband asked me to go home and make soup for him..."

"Sorry, I remember that I still haven't finished my work."
Chapter completed!