27: C27 A Feast of Music

C27 A Feast of Music

1Su Qingqing also played a western tune. Although it was very strange, a beauty from the East could play a western tune. Although it was awkward, it also carried a classical Chinese style.

Thus, Su Qingqing's performance was also successful. Although it couldn't be compared to those big bowls, it was still pretty good. At least for her, this time's appearance could be considered the greatest glory in her music career.

It was only when the classical music from the East began after Su Qingqing did it start to play. Because the other groups invited unfamous folk artists, music like Erhu, Yuxiao, Tick, and the like appeared to be very low end.

Someone down below even shouted, "Let's stop. What is this thing? It is lowering the level of the whole party."

"That's right. Although the classical music from the East has its connotations, it is still inferior to the classical music from the West."

"That might not be the case. It's just that the artistes' skills are lacking, and they are unable to perform that kind of ethereal artistic conception of the East."

Regardless of the comments below, the performance of the artists on stage, as well as the results obtained, were all rejected.

It was not a competition on the same level, so there was no culture.

Therefore, one by one, the rest of the Eastern Playing Team members were knocked off their seats. In the end, the crowd gradually dispersed, chatting and waiting for their votes.

The host was also unable to control the situation and could only embarrassedly introduce each of the contestants before walking to the side in a daze.

Until Huamei Group Qin Feng went up on stage, sat beside the zither, and played with his head lowered.

Loud laughter rang out from below.

"A grown man playing a zither?"

"Look, he's actually tearing apart the strings!"

"Haha, are you here to be a joke?"

"Bored, so boring. I want to sleep after listening to this music."

The last batch of audience members, who still had a shred of interest in Oriental classical music, began to shake their heads as they drank and chatted with each other.

"Host, please lend the microphone to me for a bit."

After Qin Feng finished tuning the zither, he felt that the quality of the zither was pretty good. However, the tone did not match his tone, so he untied a useless string.

However, the lack of strings would affect the balance of the melody, causing the melody to lose its perfect effect!

The host was stunned for a moment, then walked towards Qin Feng and handed the microphone to him.

"Er, Miss Ye Meiyun, please come onstage. The tune that I'm going to play requires your cooperation!"

With that, Qin Feng returned the microphone to the host.

He didn't expect Ye Meiyun to appear on stage. After all, she was still jealous. Under such public circumstances, she would definitely be shy.

Even though it was only a one-sided wish, he still knew that Ye Meiyun wouldn't come, and only had a sliver of hope in her heart.

"Meiyun Sis, Qin Feng, he calls for you again."

Tan Jingjing was a little nervous. She knew that she would have to go up on stage later to get rid of the pressure. She was already embarrassed to the point that goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Amongst that group of celebrities, there were many who were pursuing her. Thinking of the embarrassing scene later, she clenched her teeth and bitterly persevered.

Ye Meiyun held her chin as she watched Qin Feng put on a show on the stage. She didn't care about his unreasonable teasing at all.

He just didn't expect Qin Feng to call her by name.

All eyes fell on her, making her feel uncomfortable. If she turned around and left, she might as well go on stage and stop Qin Feng's behavior.

Qin Feng waited for a long time with his hands on the zither strings. As he raised his head, he looked at Ye Meiyun, who was standing on the stage, with a pleasantly surprised expression.

It was just that she didn't look too good, as if she was still angry.

"Hehe, Meiyun, come over here."

Ye Meiyun frowned. If it wasn't for her appearance which attracted everyone's attention, the audience below the stage would have long since been emptied of their presence.

"Stop your foolish actions, and don't discredit the beauty."

When she arrived in front of Qin Feng, Ye Meiyun gently bent down and said with a cold expression.

Qin Feng's eyes were wide open as he looked at the tempting ravine in front of him. His saliva was dripping onto his zither and his face was full of lechery.

Ye Meiyun was dazed for a moment before reacting. She stretched out her hand and knocked on Qin Feng's head.

However, this scene caused everyone to be so shocked that their jaws dropped.

The CEO of Huamei Group, Ye Meiyun, one of the four great beauties of Longhai City, was actually flirting with that weirdo in casual clothes who was attending the gala?

His movements were completely like he was acting coquettishly.

"Meiyun, you're wearing such revealing clothes. Thank goodness you're wearing a new set of clothes. There are too many perverts here."

Qin Feng shouted for the thief and scanned the surrounding men vigilantly.

Ye Meiyun was completely defeated by him. While grinding her teeth, she said word by word, "Qin Feng, what are you trying to do? Go home and don't embarrass yourself here."

Qin Feng smiled mysteriously. Ye Meiyun was so angry and beautiful. She thought to herself, "How could I, Qin Feng, marry such a great goddess?"

Thinking this way, he should sweep the tomb of that rotten old man and thank him.

"Don't ask so much first, go and change into a set of Chinese clothing. I can see that the people your assistant arranged for are all wearing Chinese clothing. One of them should have a suitable figure that is similar to yours." Seeing that Ye Meiyun was about to flare up, Qin Feng quickly explained: "I'll help you win this competition. If you can't do it, then come and meet me!"

This was the first time she saw Qin Feng being so serious. Ye Meiyun raised her waist dubiously, pondered for a moment, and made a decision.

Although this guy was unreliable at times, no, at all times, she still felt guilty. After all, in her heart, she never really wanted to acknowledge Qin Feng.

That 10 chapters of the contract was enough to represent her feelings. It was impossible for them to be like Qin Feng. They were people from two different worlds.

Therefore, with a hint of guilt, she did not reject Qin Feng's good intentions, although it seemed to be very unreliable.

"Meiyun, make sure people keep an eye on you when you change your clothes. Don't let the peeping maniacs take advantage of you."

When Ye Meiyun, who had just walked off the stage, heard this, she almost fell down. The guilt that she had felt vanished like smoke in thin air.

You, Qin Feng, are a peeping Tom, yet you think others are as shameless as you are!

Roughly ten minutes later, even the hosts were yawning, and the crowd below had already begun their social conversations.

At this moment, Ye Meiyun was wearing a snow-white Han suit, and her temperament had undergone a tremendous change.

Just a moment ago, she was dressed in a formal attire, looking as noble as an inviolable queen. But now, she was like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world, slowly walking over like an ancient princess.

The moment Ye Meiyun, who was brimming with immortal qi, came onto the stage, she became the focus of everyone present.

Qin Feng also stared blankly for a long time until he was interrupted by a dry cough.

"Qin Feng, what tricks do you have? Hurry up, I don't want to be admired like a monkey by others."3

Facing all sorts of celebrities, Ye Meiyun smiled faintly, with elegance and elegance. When she turned her head, she shouted viciously at Jack.

"Hehe, Meiyun, you're so beautiful. Do you know how to dance?"

Ye Meiyun nodded. She had learned it when she was young, but had long forgotten it when she grew up.

But a simple jump was still possible.

However, she couldn't figure out what Qin Feng was going to do.

Before she could inquire further, a melodious voice sounded.

Qin Feng's expression became much gentler as he placed his hands on the zither strings. His slender fingers were strumming the strings, as if he was playing the heart of a young girl.

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