Although Odebiao's change delayed the performance a little, it didn't cause too much trouble.
The dignitaries and spectators from all over the world also regarded him as a joke, and their few comments were erased like chalk writing.
Wu Juecheng didn't pay much attention and started the performance after bowing slightly.
She was like a blood-stained rose, quietly withering in the middle of the night in a lonely flower field, surrounded by enemies.
The poignant beauty and style revealed in that moment made the audience hold their breath involuntarily.
The poignancy also made the whole audience feel sad.
Ye Fan also lost his mind for a moment.
Compared with the sad feelings of everyone present, he could also feel the woman's sad feelings.
It's just her desolation, not the poppy's desperation, but her powerlessness.
She can dance the hearts of people all over the world, but she cannot dance the hearts of the men she loves.
Ye Fan felt guilty for a while. He knew that this dance was for him, and he also knew that the woman had him in her heart.
Ye Fan sighed: "Meeting the right person at the wrong time can only be a regret."
When Wu Qingcheng finished his performance, he gave up the idea of getting together and quietly exited the golden hall.
During this period, he also pressed down his mask to prevent others from recognizing him.
Then he walked outside and took a long breath.
Ye Fan was about to ask Miao Fenglang and the others to pick him up, but suddenly he found seven or eight more figures outside the Vienna Hall.
They stand in different corners, not only hiding their figures well, but also not attracting attention.
But his eyes can lock on all the entrances and exits of the Vienna Hall.
Ye Fan thought he was being monitored, but quickly denied it. When the other party saw him coming out, they just glanced at him and moved away disapprovingly.
Their eyes fell on the door at the back.
Seeing that it had nothing to do with him, Ye Fan was about to get into the car and leave, but after taking a few steps, he thought of Oded.
He stopped again.
He looked at the night sky and sighed lightly: "I hope this is not an eventful night."
At this moment, in the backstage dressing room of the Golden Hall.
Wu Juecheng, who was dressed in red, leaned on the seat with a pretty face and asked the dressing room to remove her makeup.
She also whispered to her agent: "Is he here?"
The agent shook his head hurriedly: "No, I didn't even see him in the VIP seats in the first two rows."
"not coming……"
Looking at the pretty face in the mirror, Wu Juecheng stretched out his finger and touched it.
Her eyes showed gratitude, longing, and pain.
If she hadn't met Ye Fan, not only would she not have risen again, but she would have turned into an ugly monster and allowed others to abuse her.
She felt gratitude and love for Ye Fan from the bottom of her heart.
Just the appearance of Ye Fan also made her suffer from the torture and suffering of lovesickness, which was no better than the days when her appearance was ruined.
Listening to the audience outside who still refuse to leave, she doesn't have much joy or achievement in the success of the performance. It seems that blooming tonight is not about pleasing the audience.
She purely expresses her feelings and expresses her feelings.
To be precise, I only want one person to be able to see Wu Juecheng's dance tonight.
She spun around in a circle and danced seven times, just to get into his field of vision.
But she didn't see Mark's shadow.
She took out her mobile phone and wanted to contact Ye Fan to tell her that she was also in Tulip City, but in the end she let go of her finger.
Based on Ye Fan's intelligence network, he must have known that she came to Tulip City.
Ye Fan didn't want to see her, so it wouldn't be good for her to force him like this.
"Don't embarrass him, don't pester him, it's enough if he lives well."
Wu Juecheng slowly exhaled a long breath and tried to calm down his mood.
"Miss Dance, tonight's performance was an unprecedented success."
While Wu Juecheng was taking off her makeup, Chen Wangdong rushed in with a group of people in high spirits.
"The audience said you danced very well, and the tips piled up like a mountain."
“With your name on it, the sales of tea eggs have broken records.”
"The videos that have been forwarded have received millions of clicks each, and almost all of them have received positive reviews and praise."
"Many big guys who didn't buy tickets to watch it live hope that you can dance again tomorrow night if you are free."
He gave a thumbs up and praised: "A bunch of first-tier international brands are also willing to spend big money for sponsorship."
He didn't know whether Wu Juecheng danced well or not. At that time, he was busy trying to get his hands on the college beauty he had just acquired.
But he knew that the Chinese Business Association, which hosted the event, had made huge profits this time.
Wu Juecheng didn't make too many waves, and just said calmly: "Young Master Chen, say what you have to say directly, don't talk in circles."
"Miss Wu is so happy, she is indeed the girl of my dreams."
Chen Wangdong laughed loudly: "Okay, I won't beat around the bush. I'm here to do two things tonight."
"One is that my father and the Chinese business director held a banquet at Longfeng Tower and wanted to treat Miss Wu to a glass of water and wine to say thank you."
"I hope Miss Wu can appreciate me."
"Another thing is, I want the dancing lady to perform an extra show tomorrow night or the night after."
“Another performance of tonight’s caliber at the Pakistan Ten Thousand People Stadium.”
"How about I give you double the reward?"
Tonight's show in Wu Juecheng has made the Chinese Business Association a lot of money. Chen Wangdong wants to strike again while the iron is hot.
He believes that taking advantage of tonight's unanimous praise, the crowds will definitely be empty tomorrow night, and the tickets will be sold out even if the ticket price is doubled.
Chen Wangdong hopes to make a lot of money and let his father and Chinese businessmen see what he can do.
This will help him successfully take over his father's position as president in the future.
Wu Juecheng said calmly: "Is it your intention to perform an extra performance or your father's?"
Chen Wangdong was startled, then smiled and said: "It's my intention, my father's intention, and everyone's intention."
"Okay, I get it."
Wu Juecheng's tone was calm: "I'll drink the water and wine with you tonight as a token of my gratitude to President Chen for taking care of me."
She waved to her agent and assistant to bring her handbag over.
Chen Wangdong squeezed out a sentence: "What about an extra show tomorrow night?"
"There is only one person in the world who can make me perform a stunning dance."
Wu Juecheng took the handbag and walked out slowly: "But that person is not you!"
"you--"
Chen Wangdong was angry for a while, but finally suppressed his anger, waved his hand and led others to follow.
But on the way, he made a gesture.
A companion nodded and took a half step back to make a phone call.
Arriving outside the performance hall, a gust of cold wind came out, and Wu Juecheng couldn't help but tighten her clothes.
Chen Wangdong strode up and shouted: "Quick, bring my two-colored Rolls-Royce over and give Miss Wu a seat."
A young man with a cockscomb head hurriedly drove the Rolls-Royce over.
Dozens of pig and dog friends also started the roar of their sports cars, demonstrating Chen Wangdong's strength and connections.
"Need not!"
Wu Juecheng said calmly: "I have a car."
She asked someone to bring the nanny car over.
"Woo--" At this moment, a motorcycle rushed out from the corner without any warning, rushing towards Wu Juecheng like a rainbow.
