"You said you were chasing after a star, so what would you do for your idol?"
After a brief thought, Wang Luo replied:
"I would protect my idol’s work unconditionally, including his art-filled mind. I also plan to participate in my idol’s artistic creations. For example, I plan to visit Starlight in some time to discuss potential business collaborations with Chairman Li Songhua, and so on."
When answering these questions, Wang Luo was also surrounded by several other affluent individuals.
Some were globally renowned;
Others looked rather unfamiliar.
However, appearing next to Wang Luo in such settings, the more unfamiliar ones often wielded terrifying influence.
At this moment, these individuals all displayed expressions of contemplation.
As Blue Star’s richest person, Wang Luo’s words didn’t seem to be mere pleasantries.
Many singers and queen singers from the Qin Continent were undeniably present, but at the moment, they were quivering.
"What kind of importance does your boss hold?"
"Look at the person in front, your boss is trying his best to curry favor, isn’t he?"
"This is the status of Fish Papa. I just saw Luo Su arrive!"
"Even that deity showed up!?"
"Ranked above Father Yang, second in the global music industry!"
"King Fei, what do you think?"
Everyone looked towards Fei Yang.
Fei Yang said nothing, only realizing more acutely the gap between himself and Xian Yu.
Recalling those days when he faced Xian Yu, with such a strong sense of competitiveness, Fei Yang couldn’t help but sigh.
It’s truly like that line from The Three-Body Problem: "Your destruction has nothing to do with me."
Though Xian Yu hadn’t destroyed him, he may not have even noticed a competing King of Singing named Fei Yang desperately enhancing his competitiveness while casually clearing obstacles from the seasonal chart.
They were never on the same level to begin with.
Instead, in recent years, by following in Xian Yu’s rhythm and never opposing him, he found his thoughts quite clear.
Now, he considered himself just an ordinary listener.
Compared to Luo Su, Wang Luo, those financial tycoons, young masters, little princesses, and so on...
At this moment, he was indeed a relatively ordinary listener.
"Please enter in an orderly fashion."
"Teacher Admirable Fish’s symphony performance will begin in half an hour."
The host in the Golden Hall announced.
The bustling scene, with many faces displaying an unrestrained anticipation.
And in a private box upstairs.
Luo Su lightly placed two fingers against his forehead, "What kind of piece will it be?"
Wang Luo eagerly rubbed his hands, unconcerned about the secretary behind him, "After listening to yesterday’s piece, I realized what I missed. I hope today doesn’t fall short of yesterday, otherwise, it would be truly regrettable."
Still in a certain private box.
A girl, dressed lavishly but with very light makeup, gently raised her eyebrow, "Grandfather forced me to come here, and it should not be just to listen to a symphony, right? Could it really be as the rumors within the circle say, that all families’ little princesses are crying and shouting to marry this young musical prodigy? And does grandfather want me to join this group of debutantes who are eager to marry?"
Although not formally stated, the girl’s face seemed to be filled with "impossible."
The old man, however, did not answer. He just glanced at the stage and said with a smile and anticipation,
"It’s about to start."
Someone noticed the host’s announcement.
Today’s piece is named "Symphony No. 1 in C minor."
The so-called "C" minor naturally refers to the key.
And "Symphony No. 1" indicates that this is the composer’s first symphony.
Yet, when announcing the official name, the host, following Teacher Admirable Fish’s reminder, also mentioned the piece’s alternative name: