When Douluo's stars shine

Wang Xing walked out of the golden gate of Shrek Academy, but did not get on the carriage, but walked towards the center of the imperial city on foot.He was somewhat interested in Tang San's speech, but the city center was always extremely congested, so it was better to walk than take a carriage.

Tang San did not choose to set up a platform to give a live speech in an open-air environment. The sound effect was not ideal, and it was also inconsistent with his identity.He spent a lot of money to book the Swan Opera House in the center of the Imperial City in advance, and those who wanted to hear his speech had to buy tickets.

There was still half a mile across from the Swan Opera House, and a huge crowd of people blocked Wang Xing on the road.In desperation, Wang Xing had no choice but to push the crowd in.

"Please let me borrow it..."

Wang Xing's actions immediately aroused dissatisfaction from others. A man grabbed him and said, "What are you doing? Why are you cutting in line?"

"Brother, I have a VIP card, and I am going to use the VIP passage..." Wang Xing dug out his "Imperial City Card" from the soul guide.I have to say that this little black card is a pretty good invention and can be used in most public facilities in Tiandou Imperial City.

"Oh!" The man retracted his hand sarcastically, "Then please do as you please."

Wang Xing didn't care and continued to squeeze deeper into the crowd.Logically speaking, the VIP passage should be specially set up and distinguished from the normal entrance.However, the Swan Opera House was built many years ago and was not designed with this in mind, so Wang Xing, the distinguished guest, was forced to walk through the sea of ​​people.

Fortunately, the Soul Emperor's physical fitness was extraordinary and he had an inherent advantage in crowding people. Wang Xing quickly rushed out of the crowd like a domineering crab, squeezed into the lobby of the Swan Opera House, and came to the VIP ticket office.

Wang Xing waved the card in his hand: "Is the waiter here? Take me to the VIP seat."

The waiter at the VIP ticket office showed an apologetic smile: "Sorry, sir, you have to buy a ticket first."

Wang Xing was stunned: "Is it wrong? VIPs still need to buy tickets? Don't even buy tickets for the big auction house next door!"

"I'm sorry, sir, our Swan Opera House is a sunset industry, and our income is really sluggish, so VIPs can't get free tickets."

"Okay...how much?"

The waiter showed a philistine smile: "Ten gold soul coins for ordinary tickets, and [-] gold soul coins for VIP tickets."

Wang Xing's eyes widened: "One hundred gold soul coins? The usual ticket price for your opera is less than half of this price!"

"Sir, you are joking. The Mr. Tang who gave the speech today is not comparable to those singers, so the tickets are naturally more expensive. Moreover, most of the income actually belongs to Mr. Tang, and our opera house will only get a small share."

"Alright, alright."

Tang San was indeed a good man in making money, so Wang Xing had no choice but to obediently pay for it.

The waiter took the soul coin and led Wang Xing with a smile: "Sir, please come this way. In fact, VIPs like you should inform us in advance. We will send someone to pick you up and out through the back door, so you don't need to go through the front door. .”

"It was an impromptu decision today, so I didn't make a reservation." Wang Xing responded, "But your opera house has been here for so many years, why hasn't the problem of VIP access been corrected?"

"Sorry sir, there are many reasons for this. First of all, this kind of problem does not usually occur. There are not many guests coming to our place. Today is mainly due to special circumstances... Secondly, we belong to the sunset industry and the royal family sponsors us. I’m not willing to spend money on renovations either.”

The waiter had a melancholy expression on his face: "I have been working here for more than ten years. At the beginning, everyone was happy to come here to listen to opera. Later, the opera itself became less popular, and everyone just came to watch good-looking female stars. But Now everyone seems to prefer watching Soul Fighting, and no one wants to sit quietly in the theater for a while... In a few years, maybe I will change my job and work in the big Soul Fighting Arena."

Wang Xing shrugged: "It's normal. Yangchunbaixue is no longer popular now, and low-level people are what everyone likes."

"Maybe. Sir, the VIP seats are here. If you need drinks and snacks, you can help yourself. I'll go back to the front desk first. Call me if you need anything."

The waiter resigned and left, leaving Wang Xing to sit down alone.At this moment, Tang San's speech had not yet begun, and Wang Xing was not in a hurry, but was observing the other people at the VIP table with great interest.

In addition to some fat-minded officials, the arrival of several people surprised Wang Xing.I saw a majestic-looking middle-aged man in white sitting in the front row seat, and a man in dark green robes was sitting next to him. The two seemed to be quite close.

However, the appearance of the man in green robe is quite special. He has green hair and blue eyes, and a young face, but he exudes an old-fashioned air and seems to carry a faint coercion of a strong man.

This appearance is really easy to recognize. Who else could be there besides Poison Douluo in Tiandou Imperial City?And sitting next to Poison Douluo was naturally Prince Xue Xing.

Wang Xing knew that Tang San had been very close to the two of them recently, but he didn't expect that the two of them would actually take the time to come and listen to Tang San's speech.It seemed that they were determined to win over Tang San, but was it really appropriate for the prince and Young Master Haotian to be so close?

Xuexing and Poison Douluo noticed Wang Xing's gaze and turned to look at him. When they realized it was Wang Xing, they both nodded.However, Xuexing's old face suddenly showed a smile, seeming to express some kind of goodwill towards Wang Xing.

Why is Prince Snow Xing's smile so strange... Wang Xing shuddered.Don't let it be that he has any weird hobbies and he just likes you.

Xuexing didn't chat with Wang Xing. He smiled and turned back as if nothing happened.After that, several figures whom Wang Xing knew or didn't recognize sat at the VIP table.There was Ning Fengzhi, Flanders, and a man in black robe with his face covered.

Soon, the seats in the stadium were filled with people, and the noise from the general seats filled the entire venue.

it's almost time...

The noisy sound did not affect Wang Xing, who silently estimated the time when Tang San would appear.

Tang San, the protagonist of today's speech, was not late.Crisp footsteps soon sounded in the background, and the blue-haired boy wearing a decent dress walked onto the stage step by step.

Tang San's aunt Tang Yuehua worked for the Tiandou royal family and was in charge of art, clothing, etc. Tang San's dress today was made by her.As the saying goes, a person depends on his clothes. Tang San's originally relatively ordinary face actually looked more graceful and graceful when dressed up in this light blue luxurious dress.His face has the unique childishness of a young man, but his temperament is full of dignity, which makes people feel a little contradictory.

Tang San stretched out his hand and pressed softly, and the theater quickly calmed down.The self-proclaimed Young Master Haotian looked around the audience. Although there were many dignitaries and even titled Douluo in the audience, there was no timidity on his face.

Wang Xing nodded, Tang San's determination was indeed good.