The superstar starts from the termination of the contract

Chapter 458 Opening (Fourth Change)
After learning that Lu Fan and the others had arrived home, Yi Jian arranged for his subordinates to take over, and then rushed back.

His work efficiency is quite fast, and he told Lu Fan after he came back that there should be no big problem, but he has to wait until the piano performance is over.

Lu Fan thought that as long as it is not later than today, it doesn't matter if it is earlier or later.

The evening piano art festival is held at [-] o'clock. Considering the traffic jam on the road, Yi Jian and the others set off now. They just finished eating next to the Shanghai Metropolitan Theater, and they can go directly to Ling to listen to the performance.

A car can't fit so many people, besides Lu Fan and his four, there is also Yi Jian's family.

The last group of people decided to take the subway, which saves trouble and time.

Arriving near the Shanghai Metropolitan Theater, Yi Jian invited everyone to dinner as the host. Taking advantage of the serving time, Lu Fan bought a plane ticket from Shanghai to the Imperial Capital.

In any case, it never hurts to be prepared.

The group of people ate very happily. Except for Lu Fan, everyone thought that the event tonight was just to listen to the piano performance.

After eating, Yi Jian went back to his post first, and when the time was about to come, he would notify Yi Hong to enter.

During the dinner, Lu Fan whispered to Xu Qian: "If there is a chance later, why don't I go up and perform and play a piano piece for you?"

Xu Qian thought that Lu Fan was joking and didn't take his words to heart, but she still replied seriously: "Okay, I'm looking forward to what you said."

Lu Fan didn't seem to tell himself that he had studied the piano, which is not as good as writing pop songs. If the level is not enough, the works he plays are often unsatisfactory.

Xu Qian had listened to piano performance before, and had also learned a little before, so she knew a thing or two.

But she didn't want to spoil Lu Fan's interest, so she acted very interested.

"Let's talk about it first. If I don't play well enough, you can't laugh at me." Lu Fan said jokingly.

"It turns out that you are also afraid of being laughed at! I thought you were not afraid of anything!" Xu Qian thought it was very funny.

"It doesn't matter what other people think, I mainly want to show you the best side."

Xu Qian looked at him, her eyes seemed to sparkle.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was 7:30 in the evening. Yi Jian sent a message to Yi Hong, telling her that she could enter the venue.

So a group of people came out of the hotel and went to the nearby Shanghai Magic City Theater.

When they arrived at the door, two security guards stood there. When they saw them coming, they just glanced at them and let them in without saying anything.

When he was at the door, Lu Fan noticed a sign next to it with a poster as tall as a person. He glanced at it, and it should be the performer this time.

The reason why Lu Fan was so impressed was because he had seen this person's profile during the day.

Yiwen, American, aged 43, is one of the world's most famous pianists.

Like China's Xiao Yunlang, he learned piano very early, and has won various international awards. To achieve today's achievements, his own strength is needless to say.

In addition to Yiwen, several posters were put up, all of which were piano players, but Lu Fan didn't know him very well, and it seemed that he should be less famous than Yiwen.

Lu Fan's memory is not bad, if these people are really so powerful and famous, then Lu Fan must have met them during the process of searching for information during the day.

There is also a Chinese in this group of pianists, not Xiao Yunlang, who is slightly worse than him, and Lu Fan saw it during the process of checking the information.

This person is called Lin Quan, and his status in the international piano circle should be lower than that of Yiwen and Xiao Yunlang, and about the same as others.

After entering the gate of the Shanghai Metropolitan Theater, there will be two ticket checking staff. After passing this barrier, you can enter the innermost part.

Their movements were very skillful. There were seven or eight people in Lu Fan's group, and they quickly checked the tickets, and then they sat down according to their seats.

This was Lu Fan's first visit to the Shanghai Metropolitan Theater, and as soon as he entered, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

As if knowing that this place is different from other places, the piano itself is a relatively elegant thing, and the usual hustle and bustle seems to disappear without a trace at this moment.

In the grand theater, the lights are softer, neither too dim nor too glaring.

The decoration is very delicate, and many things are very elegant at first glance.

No wonder some rich people like to come to concerts and the like when they have nothing to do. This is indeed a kind of enjoyment!

Soon, other spectators also arrived.

Lu Fan didn't know how many people the Shanghai Metropolitan Theater could accommodate, but judging by today's situation, there should be a lot of people.

Looking back and counting the seats, there will be no more than 1000 people at most.

Lu Fan was sitting in the fourth row, but he found that Yi Jian was sitting in the first row. Next to him was an old man in his 70s. He looked like a high-ranking person at ordinary times. Domineering.

In addition, Yi Jian also often had low-pitched conversations with a certain middle-aged man on the other side, and even pointed at himself from time to time. Could it be that this man is the big boss?
Xu Qian also noticed something was wrong, and asked in a low voice, "Director Yi seems to be chatting with that gentleman about you."

"Actually, I also found out, but it doesn't matter too much. I have a good relationship with Brother Yi, so it will definitely not be a big deal. It is Brother Yi who helped me to be able to come to Shanghai this time."

In fact, Lu Fan could probably hear what they said clearly, and he did mention himself, but he wanted to ask a certain master for advice after the performance was over.

Xu Qian laughed softly: "I didn't say what's going on with him, I just reminded you."

Before you know it, it's eight o'clock, and the outer door of the Shanghai Metropolitan Theater has been closed. If you haven't entered the venue by this time, your ticket will have been invalidated.

A tall and very beautiful hostess stood on the stage. First, she briefly introduced the development and origin of the Shanghai Piano Art Festival, and then thanked the organizers for their strong support and contributions to the promotion of Shanghai’s economic and cultural exchanges. Great contribution.

Anyway, it's just some scene talk, she looks like she should be professional, and her voice is nice, at least Lu Fan doesn't sound so boring, but finds it quite interesting.

Xu Qian suddenly said softly: "I know her, I watched her show before, I didn't expect that after so many years, she still hasn't changed at all."

Lu Fan also asked in a low voice: "Are you talking about this host?"

Xu Qian nodded: "My grandma is from Shanghai. I used to go to school here and watched her show at night. She was like this ten years ago, and she will still be like this ten years later."

Lu Fan didn't know this hostess, but she did look pretty, not to mention her excellent professional ability, and the first impression she gave was full of affinity.

"I attended an event here last year. I heard that she has now become the number one host in Shanghai. The organizer invited her here. It seems that she is very serious about this."

The host was only in his 30s at most, and after a polite speech, the time control was just right, not too long, making people feel bored, and flattering the host as much as possible.

After she finished speaking, she first let the first performer come on stage. This seemed to be a little boy of mixed race. He was not very old, probably no more than ten years old.

Lu Fan didn't see this little boy in the posters at the door, so he should belong to the kind of talented but not yet famous performer.

(End of this chapter)