While thinking, Brandon saw another person, looking dejected, hurrying past.
Isn’t that the manager of the Ladoga Grand Theater!
Brandon, who had often been at odds with him, recognized him imdiately.
Why is he here too?
Brandon stared blankly at their backs.
The several hundred people that Soruns brought along stopped at this point, with no one moving forward, likely under Soruns and his companions’ instructions.
Letting so many people stand here idly wasn’t ideal, so Brandon quickly called soone over to invite everyone to rest elsewhere.
Whether they were willing or not, Brandon couldn’t care less, as he hurriedly jogged towards the main hall.
He still needed to attend to matters over there.
As he was heading over, Brandon suddenly rembered.
Mr. Soruns ntioned having his friends in the main hall!
Rembering this, Brandon felt a jolt through his body, quickening his pace while muttering, "My God, is this so important figure visiting incognito? I... wasn’t aware that there was a gentleman who could be Soruns’ friend! Hopefully, nothing was done to offend him!"
Brandon jogged all the way to the main hall and found a person at the entrance peeking stealthily inside—it was indeed the manager of the Ladoga Grand Theater.
"Mr. Mo, what are you looking at here?" Brandon couldn’t help but ask.
The manager of the Ladoga Grand Theater, Mr. Mo, imdiately looked embarrassed upon seeing Brandon, awkwardly laughing, "I’m just checking what’s out of place..."
"This is my theater, the Dorado Theater." Brandon sneered, "If you want to watch a show, go to Ladoga. Usually, you look down on us, and now suddenly you realize the rit of our side!"
Mr. Soruns is here, the three giants of the liquor industry are here, and a group of influential figures is here!
The Dorado Theater is no longer the one mocked and ranked last after the Ladoga!
Your Ladoga Grand Theater is impressive, but can you invite so many bigwigs!
At this mont, Brandon’s long-disheartened image transford, standing with pride.
"Mr. Brandon, these bigwigs ca from my side!"
Seeing him this way, Mo was instantly infuriated, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"So what? So what! Didn’t they end up coming to in the end!" Brandon grinned triumphantly, feeling as if a long-standing burden had been lifted, celebrating his mont of honor and pride.
Mo suddenly felt heartache, rendered speechless.
Brandon, full of pride, scanned the hall, still pleased with himself, "I have to see where Mr. Soruns and those bigwigs are. Oh my, Ladoga Grand Theater is so good, but they all left and ca to this little theater for a concert, isn’t that infuriating..."
Mo was so enraged by Brandon’s words, he clutched his chest, feeling his heart pounding erratically.
Brandon looked at the front row, and all the audience there were turning their heads back, and the middle row audience was also looking back.
Finally, Brandon’s gaze landed in the corner, and he saw Soruns and his group, and also who was talking and laughing with Soruns.
The one talking and laughing with Soruns was none other than the young Asian man who spoke up for Jonas and whom Brandon resented.
At this mont, he was introducing Jonas to Mr. Soruns.
Soruns even extended his hand proactively to shake hands with Jonas.
The triumphant smile on Brandon’s face froze, filled with disbelief and shock, his ears ringing.
"How is this possible!" Brandon even gasped in surprise, "Mr. Soruns’ friend... is him! This, this!"
Though Brandon was reluctant to believe, this was the reality!
Mr. Soruns was chatting amicably with the young man, behaving as equals, what else could they be but friends!
The young man was also friends with Jonas, and he introduced Jonas to Soruns, making Jonas a friend of Soruns...
After realizing this, Brandon suddenly felt imnse panic, clutching his own chest like Mo beside him, feeling his heart about to burst, overwheld with fear and anxiety.
Their reactions aside, the entire audience uniformly turned their heads to the back, whispering in hushed tones.
"Is that really Mr. Soruns!"
"Yes, definitely, I’ve seen him on TV!"
"Wow, he actually ca too!"
"Those around him, each one is a figure of unmatched renown, can I ask for an autograph!"
"Better not, they probably wouldn’t appreciate it!"
"This is a classical music concert, we should maintain our own decorum!"
"Let’s wait until the concert ends, and then we can ask for autographs!"
The surrounding whispers of awe and the shocked gazes started with Soruns and ultimately landed on Bai Xiaosheng.
"Who is that young Asian man, he can actually sit with Mr. Soruns!"
"Unbelievable, I want to ask the sa question!"
"He must be from a prominent family, perhaps a great Oriental family."
"Truly impressive, so enviable, being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with a great figure like Mr. Soruns at such a young age!"
"And there’s a group of top-notch big shots accompanying him!"
The audience was full of envy, speculating about Bai Xiaosheng’s identity.
In their eyes, Bai Xiaosheng must rely on his family’s status and background, rather than himself.
However, even so, it was enough to be lauded.
After all, having a strong family background is also a legitimate part of one’s strength.
Inborn, no one can envy it.
User Comments
0 comments from readers