dognovel Chapter 370 The Promise of the Year, Su Qingge's Concert
Chapter 370 The Promise of the Year, Su Qingge's Concert
"Let's go, Boss Lin. Take your spicy strips worth hundreds of millions and go wash your hands and have dinner."
Su Qingge glanced at Lin Zhou.
The family's laughter and chatter drifted away on the warm sea breeze.
In the days that followed, the flame trees on Anor Island blossomed and bore fruit year after year, and the waves washed the golden sands again and again.
Time often slips away most unexpectedly during the most peaceful times.
In the blink of an eye, a full ten years have passed.
Over the past decade, the world's landscape has undergone tremendous changes under the micro-control of the Lin Group.
But for Anno Island, there are only children growing taller and everyday life becoming more and more vibrant.
Lin Nuonuo, who used to beat someone up in the sandpit for 50 cents worth of spicy snacks at school, has now grown into a 20-year-old young lady of the Lin family who has perfectly inherited all of her parents' genes.
At the age of thirteen, Lin An became a top-tier prodigy who made the entire classical music world gasp in awe on the black and white piano keys.
This autumn, Su Qingge, who had been living in seclusion on the island for too long and was almost becoming a myth in the textbooks of the new generation of young people, suddenly made a decision.
She will hold her final farewell concert this year.
The news was released from the official account of Starry Sky Media, a company under the Lin Group.
There was no massive buying of trending topics, nor any fancy commercial promotion process.
It consists of only one extremely simple line of text.
"The ten-year promise, the final show, I want to go back."
The accompanying picture is an old, blurry image of her back as she stands in the center of the stage, slightly bowing, ten years ago.
however.
This brief update, which didn't even specify the ticket price, instantly created a terrifying crack in the otherwise stagnant global entertainment market.
That night, several of the world's largest ticketing systems crashed.
Countless reclusive programmers were dragged out of bed overnight to fix the servers.
Within one second of going on sale.
Hundreds of thousands of tickets were snapped up by enthusiastic fans from all over the world, leaving not a single one.
On second-hand trading platforms, consecutive VIP tickets for the front row have even been sold for an outrageously high price, enough to buy a courtyard house in Beijing.
Because it's not just the old fans from back then who are waiting.
It can be said.
That entire generation of young people who missed the "Su Qingge era," and the entire Chinese music scene that has been nauseated by assembly-line internet celebrity songs for the past decade, are all eagerly waiting for this true god to descend.
The times are waiting for her.
As for the venue for this groundbreaking concert, Su Qingge overruled objections and declined invitations from the Vienna Golden Hall and Times Square in New York.
She chose Beijing, the capital of China, as her destination.
The place where all the stories began—the Beijing Workers' Stadium.
It was right here that Lin Zhou, with the most domineering attitude, forcibly pulled her out of the blacklist from her own family.
At this moment, the backstage area of the stadium was already completely surrounded by the Lin family's black-clad assassins.
No fly that hasn't been personally verified by Old Chen is allowed to fly even half a fly into the corridor of the lounge.
"Honey, don't move, the zipper is getting caught on your skirt."
In the top-notch dressing room, Lin Zhou was slightly hunched over, carefully holding a specially made zipper adorned with South African diamonds.
At thirty-seven, he still looked incredibly young; the dull knife of time seemed unable to leave a single mark on his skin and bones.
He moved very gently, afraid that his rough, calloused hands might hurt the woman in front of him.
Su Qingge looked at herself in the mirror.
Time has, after all, left its mark on her cool and beautiful face, adding a touch of elegance.
That's not aging, but a kind of nobility and serenity that has settled deep into one's bones and cannot be imitated even by the stage lights.
She looked at her husband, who was holding up her skirt from behind, a man who could bankrupt several century-old banks with a flick of his finger on Wall Street.
He burst out laughing.
"Boss Lin, your technique hasn't improved at all compared to ten years ago."
Su Qingge turned her head and gave him a mischievous glare.
"How can that be the same? Back then, all I could think about was how to clean up the mess of trash from the Chu family and my own family."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow with a touch of nonchalance and casually wrapped his arm around his wife's slender waist from behind.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath, his tone still as unrestrained as ever.
"Tonight, my only responsibility is to make you the only true god on this planet. If anyone dares to mess up your sound system, I'll buy up that acoustics institute in Britain overnight."
"Dad! Mom! Can you two stop acting like Siamese twins so early in the morning?!"
The wooden door to the locker room was slammed open from the outside.
Twenty-year-old Lin Nuonuo, carrying a custom-made leather jacket with a skull print and wearing a pair of sky-high heels, barged in with a bang.
This girl has grown into a very tall and slender woman, with her long legs looking particularly eye-catching in her tight jeans.
But beneath that head of slightly wavy long hair, there still gleamed a pair of bandit-like eyes that seemed to enjoy watching a good show.
"Lin Nuonuo, how many times have I told you to knock before entering? You still haven't gotten rid of that clumsy habit in college?"
Lin Zhou turned around with some disdain and glared at his daughter.
Behind Nuonuo, thirteen-year-old Lin An was dressed in an extremely sharp black haute couture tuxedo.
The boy had already reached Lin Zhou's shoulder in height, with delicate features and an elegance that belonged to a classical artist in every gesture.
But once he opened his mouth, he couldn't hide the Lin family's unique mischievousness.
"Sis, don't embarrass yourself. Today, all the people who came backstage are veterans of the music scene from back in the day. You almost knocked Mr. Li from Starry Sky Media into the bushes in the lobby just now."
Lin An put his hands in his pockets and complained helplessly.
"What do you know, you little brat? I was just greeting Uncle Li warmly!"
Nuonuo raised her eyebrows and was about to roll up her sleeves to give her younger brother a set of Lin Family Capturing Techniques.
"Alright, all of you behave yourselves. Old Chen has already saved you seats in the super VIP section up front."
Lin Zhou rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
The moment these two little devils stood here, the warm atmosphere instantly turned into the chaos of a bustling market.
However, looking into the clear eyes of his children, untouched by the world's corruption, he felt a sense of peace.
Lin Zhou's heart was burning with passion.
This was the strongest trump card the system had left him back then: his whole family was healthy and free from illness, allowing him to frolic freely at the top of the world.
Outside the lounge, the faint sounds of tens of thousands of spectators screaming hysterically could already be heard inside the stadium.
The enormous sound waves were so powerful that they almost cracked the specially made soundproof walls.
Hearing the call that had been absent for ten years, Su Qingge unconsciously tightened her small hands inside her long sleeves.
She looked at Lin Zhou.
"Honey, I'm suddenly feeling a bit nervous. Am I really getting old?"
Su Qingge's tone rarely carried a hint of feminine trepidation.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou immediately stepped forward.
He reached out and somewhat domineeringly cupped his wife's exquisite face in his hands, his eyes filled with a meltingly passionate intensity.
"Old man my foot! In my eyes, you're still that eighteen-year-old girl who used to eat instant noodles in the basement."
Lin Zhou lowered his head and bit her red lips hard in an extremely unreasonable way.
He only released her lips with a smug look after kissing them until they were slightly red.
"Go, Your Majesty, the entire night sky over Beijing tonight is yours to command."
Just then, a somewhat urgent green light suddenly appeared on the holographic communicator in the corner of the lounge.
Old Chen's figure, dressed in an impeccably tailored British butler's uniform, appeared on the screen.
"Young Master, the million-dollar holographic light-streaming device at the front desk has achieved microscopic synchronization with Madam's vocal cord frequency."
Old Chen bent over, and the wrinkles on his old face revealed a rare seriousness under the light.
"Mr. Li asked, 'Those royal symphony orchestras from Europe and America have been waiting outside for two hours. When do we start filming?'"
Lin Zhou snorted coldly.
"Tell Li Ming to start the show now and play that song 'Starting Point' from back then at the top of the screen."
Lin Zhou took Su Qingge's hand and strode towards the dark passageway leading to the stage that everyone was watching.
His footsteps thudded on the concrete floor.
Su Qingge, wearing high heels, turned her head to look at him with amusement.
"Lin Zhou, if I don't hit that high note tonight, are you really going to go and smash up that research institute?"
Su Qingge parted her red lips slightly and asked softly with a smile.