In the audience seats.
The best spot.
The important figures of this annual eting were seated here.
Municipal leaders, Chai Ren and his entourage, Tang Qing’s family, partners, and the senior executives from all the subsidiaries of the Group were all here.
Not just them, even Dou Jiao’s grandfather was invited. Upon hearing that there was to be an annual eting, originally he wasn’t supposed to attend, but the event was shaping up to be grand with so many celebrities and municipal leaders present.
Cui Guangming’s interest was piqued, and he decided to join in the fun.
Looking at the bustling gymnasium.
Cui Guangming happily looked around everywhere. Since the annual eting was organized by Tianyan Group, it involved the efforts of his granddaughter, which naturally put him in a different mood—he saw everything with appreciation.
"Not bad, not bad."
Cui Guangming mumbled with satisfaction.
The municipal leaders from Qingyan City sitting beside him were a bit nervous.
Having this big Buddha sitting here was truly a test for everyone; even whispered conversations felt like sneaky deals.
"Yes, this grand event is said to have been funded heavily by Chairman Tang. I estimate it won’t be less than ten million RMB. Just the fees for the celebrity comrcial performances are a huge sum," Zeng Quan said, chiming in from one side.
The head of the city committee hadn’t arrived yet.
He was on his way from Province City, and as the head of the Municipal governnt, it naturally fell to him to pick up the ’task’ of conversation.
"Heh, I rember Jiaojiao ntioning sothing similar," laughed Cui Guangming. He was unaware that the celebrities were performing free of charge—he only knew about the massive amount Tang Qing spent on cars and preparation costs.
Ten million RMB was not an exaggeration.
"Who would have thought that in just over a year, Sheng Tang Group grew so impressively. Tianyan Group too, it’s simply a miracle. The governnt is preparing to vigorously support such star companies," Zeng Quan quickly declared his position.
"Yes, Qingyan City is located inland, not an economic powerhouse, nor a transportation hub, and the resources are rather scattered. To seek developnt, we need to rely on these continuously enterprising companies or entrepreneurs with a pioneering spirit. Our job is to provide a good environnt and soil for them to thrive..." Having served as a leader for many years, Cui Guangming spoke with undiminished eloquence.
He was endorsing Tang Qing.
Zeng Quan listened carefully.
These kinds of speeches.
Did not need to be rembered verbatim.
Just a few keywords would do: soil, support, growth.
Qin Yugang was specially approved to sit behind Cui Guangming during this event, listening to their conversation. He was pleased at heart; his nephew’s accomplishnts were impressive, and he was curious to see just how far Tang Qing’s journey would go.
He glanced at an empty seat in front.
It was Tang Qing’s spot, to the left of Cui Guangming, but now it was vacant. Qin Yugang chuckled to himself; Tang Qing certainly wasn’t comfortable in such settings, likely having slipped away. With specialized personnel arranging the annual eting, there was no need for Tang Qing to do anything.
As Qin Yugang thought.
Elsewhere.
Tang Qing was strolling happily backstage. He indeed wasn’t comfortable mingling with the others on stage, practicing Taiji, and he had nothing to discuss with them. Talks of business and money were so uninteresting.
Moreover, Qin Shiqi and the others were here.
The backstage area was divided into two sections—one part was next to the gymnasium’s preparation area; plainly speaking, it was beneath the audience seats, where a corner was designated as the rest area for performance guests and entertainers. The other part was the temporary tent outside, which served as a secondary backstage area.
At this mont.
The backstage area was bustling.
Of course, none of this was Tang Qing’s business.
He only needed to change into a costu later—it was simple, no makeup required. Tang Qing had no desire to dab all those ssy things on his face, it felt uncomfortable. Barefaced was enough.
By his side.
Qin Shiqi and Qin Shiyu were over the moon with excitent.
Just now, under Tang Qing’s guidance, they took a joint photo with several celebrities and even got a few signed photos. Now, they were giddy with laughter. Of course, that referred to Qin Shiqi; Qin Shiyu was preoccupied with curling her hair, curiously surveying the surroundings.
"Shiqi, watch your expression. If you keep laughing, your face will freeze," teased Tang Qing.
Qin Shiqi, dreaming of how to show off to her girlfriends and classmates, was interrupted by Tang Qing. She gave Tang Qing an annoyed look and said, "What now? Your face is the one that’s going to freeze. Jinx."
"Shiqi sister, I think you should be cautious too. Laughing like that... it looks silly," Tang Nian’er interjected with a jab. Born into a tycoon family, she had wide exposure and a rational view of celebrities.
After all, even combined, these celebrities weren’t as wealthy as her father.
"You all are so abnormal, they’re celebrities, rare to et." Qin Shiqi pouted. Although she tempered her wide grin, on second thought, it really did seem embarrassingly excessive.
"But you see them on TV all the ti," said Tang Qing.
"Yeah," Tang Nian’er nodded in agreent.
"You guys...hmpf, I’m ignoring you for now," Qin Shiqi, still unable to grasp the power of capital, hunched over, happily gazing at the signed photos in her hands, even snatching away those Qin Shiyu held.
To this, Qin Shiyu remarked, "Whatever."
Tang Qing continued to hold Lin Jiaxue’s small hand, stroking it, observing the colorful mbers of the performing troupe.
"Chairman Tang, are you ready? The show starts in ten minutes. The audience has entered the venue, and the municipal leaders have just arrived. The equipnt check is complete, and is the speech prepared?" Zong Wen, the host in a glitzy outfit, ca over.
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