The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: 156 Bosses: What is Ying Luwei to be compared with? [1 more update]

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Such thoughts were not unique to one individual.

Moreover, over the past two months, due to frustrations that occurred not once, not twice, but repeatedly, Ying Luwei’s fans had developed not an ounce of goodwill towards Ying Zijin; in fact, it would be fair to say they detested her.

[“I’m also going to skip it. Having her present at the concert is simply a blunder. Just ask yourself, won’t the guests that Luwei invited feel disgusted enough to leave?”]

[“I really can’t understand why a perfectly good concert has to be spoiled by her presence.”]

[“I know what Luwei is thinking; after all, she is her own niece and wants to give her a chance to cultivate. But the problem is, some mud just can’t be supported on the wall.”]

Among Ying Luwei’s fans were several high school students from Verdant.

[“Sisters, you don’t know. Teacher Ying said something extra when she taught our class, mentioning that despite teaching for so long, she’s never managed to teach a single “Fur Elise.”]

[“Isn’t ‘Fur Elise’ a piece every beginner pianist must learn? If she can’t even play ‘Fur Elise’ properly, how dare she perform on stage at a concert?”]

[“Tsk, a fake rich girl is just a fake rich girl, no matter how much she learns, she can’t compare to the genuine socialites and rich ladies of the wealthy families. It’s such a waste for Luwei to be such a good teacher.”]

[“Although Luwei is still quite far from the level of a top pianist, her teaching is more than adequate, right? Is this foster daughter emmm a bit too dull?”]

[“I can’t do this. I definitely have to skip over her performance part, even if it means wasting the money.”]

The tickets to Ying Luwei’s piano recital started at 1888 yuan, and the price for an inner seat soared to as high as 8888 yuan. Even so, all of her remaining die-hard fans snapped them up in seconds.

The online concert, lacking the onsite audio and other equipment, didn’t offer streaming quality as good as the live venue, but a single ticket still cost as high as 666 yuan.

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Even the music kings, divas, the most popular boy bands and girl groups, or Hua Country’s top pianists, had never set such prices for their tickets.

Although Ying Luwei was a socialite from a wealthy family, she did not have a job and merely held a nominal position within the Ying Corporation, receiving annual stock dividends.

But she was always extravagant with money, and her dividends were never enough for her spending, so naturally, she would seize any chance to make a quick buck.

After all, her fans were willing, and she couldn’t stop them.

After savoring the one-sided comments on Weibo, Ying Luwei turned her head, “So, how many guests have been confirmed so far?”

The agent flipped through the list in hand, “As you said, once we told those masters that you would be playing ‘Sun and Moon,’ they all agreed to make time to come.”

“So far, we can confirm Zhuo Lanhan, Che Yu, and Bart Heber.”

Hearing these three names, Ying Luwei was also startled, “They really agreed to come?”

Zhuo Lanhan and Che Yu were top pianists in Hua Country, though they had been retired for quite some time.

Yet, their status in the music industry remained very high.

In the piano world, Zhuo Lanhan was like Sheng Qingtang was to the calligraphy circle, both towering figures in their respective domains.

Che Yu’s prowess was slightly inferior to Zhuo Lanhan’s, but he had many disciples, all of whom had made a name for themselves and were leaders of the new generation in Hua Country’s music industry.

As for Bart Heber, he was a famous pianist from O continent and an honorary professor at the Royal Academy of Arts, holding a high international standing.

Ying Luwei did not fail to consider befriending these individuals.

But such high-caliber pianists wouldn’t give so much as a glance her way, even though she was from one of the Four major noble families.

“Not bad,” the agent nodded and then frowned, “However, Luwei, you can’t play ‘Sun and Moon’ after all. If you mock these seniors, you’ll —”

“Don’t worry,” Ying Luwei smiled, “When that concert comes, the focus won’t be on me. Besides, I have other plans.”

The agent wanted to say more but seeing her so confident, decided not to persuade further. Instead, the topic changed, “In one hour, five thousand tickets for the online concert have been sold. Conservatively estimated, we’ll sell fifty thousand tickets at the time of the concert.”

“If we make another call in the super chat, your fans should buy several tickets per person.”

Ying Luwei, seeming indifferent, was not interested, “You handle it. Just transfer the money directly to my account when it’s time.”

**

Sheng Qingtang actually didn’t go online, nor did he like social networking apps like Weibo.

But his bald son suddenly rushed in during his radish-pulling and shared an urgent update about something happening on the internet.

Sheng Qingtang became immediately enraged, whipped out his mobile phone, and sent a WeChat message.

[“Little Divine Doctor, what’s going on? I see you’re going to some concert. Let me know if you need me to find someone to back you up there?”]

On this end, Ying Zijin had just exited Weibo and saw this WeChat message.

She pressed her temple and replied with six words.

[“Thanks, I don’t need it.”]

[“No no no, that won’t do, Little Divine Doctor, don’t be shy. I’ll bring the members of our association with me. We’ll make sure the presence is grand, scaring off that what’s-its-name Silver Heron Babao Porridge.”]

[“No more talk, I’m having my bald unfilial son buy tickets now. Little Divine Doctor, don’t try to dissuade me; I’m an impatient man.”]

“…”

Without any expression, Ying Zijin returned her gaze to the computer screen and clicked on a private message.

[“Have a pill, buddy”]: Buddy, let’s be friends. I’ll send you three bottles of sunscreen for free; how about it?

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly, this time actually considering a response to this third-ranked Poison Master.

[“Cola Milk Tea Fries”]: Not interested.

The other side responded instantly.

[Please Take a Pill]: No, no, no, seriously, let’s add each other as friends so we can take on reward quests together in the future. How about this, if I get any quests in the future, I’ll split the money with you, half and half. What do you say?

As soon as the message was sent, the system popped up a notification.

[Cola Milk Tea Fries has become your friend. Please give him/her a nickname for easier communication.]

[Please Take a Pill]: …

[Please Take a Pill]: Buddy, you’re not from the Lorentz Family, are you? This habit?

Ying Zijin didn’t reply and logged off after closing the chat window.

**

The next day.

Just as the fans of Shang Yaozhi were preparing to start a new round of denouncing Starry Entertainment, they discovered that Starry Entertainment had posted a new tweet.

[@Starry Entertainment V: Yesterday, Starry Entertainment was incorporated into Chuguang Media. This account will no longer be used.]

A picture of the acquisition contract was attached below.

A minute later, Chuguang Media reposted the tweet.

[@Chuguang Media V: Effective immediately, all artists under Star Entertainment will belong to Chuchuan. If anyone wishes to leave, they can do so freely without paying any termination fee.]

Netizens were shocked.

[Damn, Chuchuan made such a big move, directly acquiring Star Entertainment, and so swiftly too.]

[Conclusion confirmed, Chuchuan’s boss is so rich and generous, I want to be kept by him.]

[Congratulations, the cancer of the entertainment industry, Star Entertainment, is finally gone.]

Those in the know also tweeted.

[You guys might not know this, but the chief director and planners of the Real Person Escape show have all been arrested. They’re just waiting for the trial and sentencing now. Jail time is inevitable.]

All the comments below were praising the news.

[Deserved to be left to die, serves them right!]

[This is how you should deal with such people. What goes around comes around, no one is spared by the heavens.]

[Back then, that planner said ‘you deserve to have your idol die’, but it’s awkward now, isn’t it? Our idol is still here, but you’re going to jail [smile]]

[Kneeling for @West Wind Law Firm to have a live link again this time, want to see how the villain gets punished]

Students from Verdant were also viewing the tweets.

As one of the top traffic generators, Shang Yaozhi had many fans, with most classes having a large number of them.

With the issue finally settled, students could also focus on their classes at ease.

The younger brother put away his phone, looked around the classroom, and said, “Brother Ran, Sister Yu hasn’t arrived yet?”

“Heh.” Jiang Ran was expressionless. “He went to escort her son home.”

The younger brother: “???”

Scratching his head, he asked again, “Daddy Ying, you’re going to the concert tomorrow, do you want to go practice in the school’s Piano Room for a while?”

Ying Zijin propped her head up and yawned, “Hmm, in a bit.”

She really hadn’t touched the piano in a long time and had only recently started to review her skills.

Fortunately, her body had been conditioned over the past few months, so playing a piano piece was a breeze.

If it had been right after she woke up from her coma, not to mention “Holy War,” even a small section from “Sun and Moon” would have been too much for her body to handle.

She should have written simpler pieces back in the day.

“Ying Luwei’s fans have gone mad.” Jiang Ran sneered. “They don’t even consider what kind of person their master is, are they worthy?”

Even he, who disliked going online, had opened a few burner accounts to battle with those delusional fans.

“Brother Ran, you remind me.” The younger brother slapped his forehead, then rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a stack of tickets. “I bought these specially, got you a premium seat.”

Jiang Ran took them with disdain: “This trash concert is worth 9999 yuan?”

“Don’t mention it, I still had to compete with her fans using the quick hands I’ve honed being single for 17 years.” The younger brother looked aggrieved. “Brother Ran, you can’t not treat me to a meal for this.”

“I’ll treat you,” agreed Jiang Ran readily. “After the concert, I’ll treat the whole class.”

Ying Zijin looked at the tickets in their hands and remembered the message from Sheng Qingtang and the subsequent call from Berg yesterday.

Everyone also bought quite a few.

After pondering for two seconds, she tweeted.

[@Don’t Disturb Me If I’m Retired: @Ying Luwei Studio V, @Ying Luwei V, give me the money for the tickets, or I’m not going.]

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