9.40 am, Xiangcheng Stadium.

Today is the final day of the Xiangcheng Piano Competition. The huge stadium is large enough to accommodate 18,000 spectators. Originally, the organizers thought that this time there could be 3-5 thousand spectators buying tickets to enter the venue. This piano competition was a big win. Succeeded.

However, I did not expect that 10,000 tickets were sold two days before the competition. Each ticket was priced at 100 yuan, and 10,000 tickets were 1 million. You know, this time the organizer is holding the money to organize this. A piano contest.

Now, with this one million, not only will it not lose, but it will also make a small profit. After all, the first prize is only 100,000 yuan. Second, the previous few games were arranged at the Xiangcheng Conservatory of Music, with almost no expenditure. A small fee.

And those judges only charged a few rides.

The most expensive place to rent is the gymnasium. However, Xiangcheng is only a second-tier city and rarely hosts large-scale events. The gymnasium is mostly vacant most of the time, and the president of the piano association is the wife of the vice mayor. Therefore, the rental fee is very low, and the daily fee is only 80,000 yuan symbolically.

Therefore, after excluding these expenses, the organizer can earn at least 500,000.

But what the organizers didn't expect was that just yesterday, the media began to broadcast the hijacking incident, and the young heroes who turned the tide to follow the fire followed the country.

Coincidentally, Yuedong.com also just released another five piano performance videos of Song Yong yesterday.

One is a young hero, and the other is the youngest piano master in history. Under the superimposition of two times, many people have developed a strong curiosity about Song Yong and have dug into his data.

The organizer of the Xiangcheng Piano Competition had a clever move and announced very high-profile that tomorrow, the young hero and the youngest piano competition in history will perform at the Xiangcheng Gymnasium.

Some people who were curious and admired the young heroes came to Xiangcheng one after another. Therefore, in just one day, the ticket price increased to 200 yuan, and all sold out in just one day, making the organizer more. 1.6 million in revenue.

For this reason, they specifically modified the reward rules and raised the first prize to 500,000. Because the organizers knew that the piano contest was so popular, it was Song Song's credit, and they also used Song Ming's reputation. The propaganda should give people more benefits.

At the same time, this piano competition not only attracted countless curious people, but also attracted major media.

Even Tianhezhou TV bought the right to broadcast the game for 2 million yuan.

Subsequently, the broadcast rights of the game were also sold to television stations in four other states at a price of 1 million, making the organizers earn a lot of money.

Therefore, the game has not yet begun. There are already hundreds of media in the stadium, and they have asked for an interview with Song Zheng.

In the previous few games, Ma Jingchu, the chairman of the Piano Association, only came out to show up and left, but now, the piano competition that has not been favored by her actually has such a great influence. So, before the competition has begun, she has already Arrive and control the dispatch.

"Zheng Yun, why has Song Ye not yet?"

Ma Jingchu asked Zheng Yunzhi a little bit dissatisfied. The interviews with Song Kun were all very well-known TV stations, newspapers, video websites, and impurity clubs.

However, Song Xun hasn't appeared for a long time, so she is very worried that she will offend those media because of this. She has to say that it ’s all about the media ’s mouth. She also wants to expand the influence of the Xiangcheng Piano Association by this competition. Force, did not expect to drop the chain at a critical moment.

Facing the questioning of the wife of the Deputy Mayor and the Chairman of the Piano Association, Zheng Yun's expression was slightly awkward: "Song Ye went to Jiangzhou yesterday and something is happening. Now he is on his way back. He has assured me that he will come before the start of the competition. ! "

"Okay." Ma Jingchu rubbed his head. "You call again and let him as soon as possible."

At this moment, Song Yong's car has entered the urban area of ​​Xiangcheng.

But terribly, the gymnasium is building the other side of the city. At this moment, there are a lot of cars on the road.

Just then, the phone rang again.

"Sister Zheng, I have already entered the urban area, and will be there when I meet."

"Grandma, hurry up,

Chairman Ma is already dissatisfied with this, and major media are waiting to interview you! Zheng Yun's slightly anxious voice came from the telephone microphone.

"Okay! I'll be there at 9:50!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Xun opened the perspective magic power, and combined with his superb car skills, for a moment, the car he drove was like a swimming fish, quickly moving through the densely packed car group.

It took only five minutes for Song Yong to pass through the densely populated city center. Next, he was able to flow unimpeded and was able to reach the stadium in five minutes.

"boom!"

The motor was roaring, and a strong push back was hit. The speed of the car increased rapidly, and it reached 140 horses in an instant.

Although this section no longer belongs to the city center, there are still many vehicles driving on the road. Therefore, he is still frightening many drivers when driving at 140 horses.

Shi Xiaoyue's mood today is very unbeautiful. Didn't he shot a little harder when he arrested the criminal and broke his leg? Need to match her to a traffic police on the street?

The captain of the Interpol team was smashed into an ordinary traffic policeman, and it was depressing to think about it.

Suddenly, a roaring motor sound came from a distance. Shi Xiaoyue's spirit shook and looked up, and found that about 300 meters away, a Lingdu car was flying at her speed at least 140 horses. .

She has an instinctive aversion to those drag racing parties.

"Dare to drive on Grandma's site, you're dead!" Shi Xiaoyue sneered and stood in the middle of the road, making a parking gesture.

"I'm going, why is there a traffic policeman!"

Seeing the policewoman standing in the middle of the road, Song Ye felt extremely depressed. Firstly, he did not have a driver's license. Secondly, he was speeding. According to the laws of the State of Yan and Huang, driving without a license was required to be detained.

Thinking of this, he turned the steering wheel, a beautiful big shake, accompanied by the harsh sound of friction, turned the car into the right lane.

Although this section of the road will take a kilometer or two, but at his speed, it is nothing.

"What, dare to run!"

Looking at Song Yong who turned around and turned to another road with a beautiful big shake, Shi Xiaoyue couldn't help getting furious, hurried to the side of the circuit, flung her leg on the police motorcycle, and galloped away because she knew that the motorcycle The speed of the car is difficult to catch up with that guy, it is better to stop him ahead.

Song Yan, who was proud of dumping the traffic police, had just turned into the road leading to the stadium and found that two hundred meters ahead, the female traffic police was waiting for him on a motorcycle.

"License plate days Z: Owner of EK680, please stop by now!"

Listening to the voice of the female traffic police from the loudspeaker, Song Yong moved in her heart, reducing the speed and heading towards the roadside.

"A small sample, Grandma can't take care of you!"

Shi Xiaoyue couldn't help but smile when she saw Song Yi parking, and walked towards Song Yi. At this moment, Song Yue stepped on the throttle, accompanied by a fierce roar, the whole car was like a dangling arrow. Out.

"Asshole! How dare you play with my aunt! Don't let me catch you, otherwise you must know why the flowers are so red!" Shi Xiaoyue looked angry with the face of the car that was leaving the dust.