Qin Xiaoshuang was on stage, nervously gripping the guitar.
This usually silent and stubborn young boy, who never seed to fear anything, was experiencing stage fright for the first ti in his life.
The big shots entering in a steady stream were all giants in their respective industries.
Film, art, design, publishing, science, dicine, sports... countless elite figures, and top-notch high society ladies like Mrs. Nalan, Mrs. Gong, and Mrs. Chu.
This lineup was truly more impressive than anything else.
Not to ntion a recital, even a presidential eting might not gather so many elite influential figures.
Qin Xiaoshuang glanced at the curtain backstage.
Vaguely, he saw his brother-in-law and sister sitting there, both looking unruffled, as if none of this seed to matter.
It also seed like all of this was perfectly normal, nothing exceptional.
Until...
An elderly man pushed the door open, accompanied by a group of attendants, smiling as they entered the recital hall, and only then did Qin Xin’s expression change slightly.
Her brow seed to furrow in displeasure...
Then Qin Xiaoshuang heard an exclamation from the back of the recital hall: "President Jun, why are you here?"
"Chief Justice, you actually have ti for a recital?"
"Mr. Prosecutor, long ti no see!"
"Mr. Gong?!"
The most influential people in the empire were actually eting in this tiny recital hall.
Qin Xiaoshuang felt like the air in the room was in short supply, and he couldn’t breathe.
He was just a child.
Just a child who had only been learning the guitar for a little over a month.
Was he really supposed to perform for these big shots?
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Backstage.
Qin Xin furrowed her brow in displeasure, swiped open her phone, and sent a ssage: "Who invited the people from the President Mansion?"
The head of the publishing company replied nervously: "Xinghe, I absolutely didn’t send any tickets to the people from the President Mansion. I only followed your instructions and sent tickets to the ladies in your fan club who’ve accompanied you over the years. As for the President Mansion, I’ve cut all ties and won’t sell them any books, I assure you! Please trust , Xinghe."
The head was so anxious that if Xinghe got upset and didn’t sign with their publishing house for the next book, he might just jump off a building.
Qin Xin thought for a mont and replied with a: "Hmm."
Then she instructed the staff: "Just say there aren’t enough seats, clear the hall, and kick out the people who ca late."
The staff, trembling and at a loss.
Oh my, the big shots who ca later were all Chief Justices, Presidents, Yet this Miss Qin was crazy enough to want to kick out the President’s people!
But, if he didn’t follow Miss Qin’s orders, he felt like he might end up in a bad spot too, seeing how Qin Xin’s expression was turning icy.
While the staff was in a dilemma.
Nalan Ye Jue, nonchalantly, also sent out a ssage.
Then he received a reply from Lu Yi: "Report, Young Master, I only sent one ticket to President Jun, who knew he’d bring his entourage and daughter along. Should we kick them out now?"
Nalan Ye Jue glanced at Qin Xin.
His lips slightly curved upward.
So, the person the little lady was not happy to see now was...?
He calmly spoke, seemingly unintentionally asking Qin Xin: "President Jun is getting old, and as a loyal fan of Xinghe, giving the old man a seat also counts as respecting the elderly, don’t you think?"
Qin Xin’s expression was just starting to sour.
When she heard the man continue: "But the people with him don’t have the right to co in, I believe we must strictly adhere to one ticket per person, no ticket, no entry."
Only then did Qin Xin’s expression improve slightly.
"Hmm."
She finally agreed.
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