musicians of old

Chapter 750 Entrants

"Ok?"

The conductor and musicians who were performing the piano concerto with Maestro Uccello on the stage had already left. Roy was lost in thought about a series of events in recent days when she suddenly heard some movement in the crowd.

Sheeran, who was reading the stack of telegrams over and over again, also raised his head.

The rustling sound of clothes was everywhere, and the conversations became quiet for a moment.

From far to near, the spectators in the 30,000 seats in the square stood up one after another, and the waves of heads progressed like wheat fields blown by the monsoon.

Not only the people sitting in the seats, but also the citizens and vendors at the edge of the square or at the intersection of the main road stood sideways, their eyes focused in a specific direction.

It turned out that the audience and citizens discovered that a new group of people had entered!

There are a little more people, but not too many. Most of them are gentlemen. They are arranged in a row of three or four people, about 10 to 20 people long. It is not a queue, nor are there very neat horizontal and vertical spacings. Generally speaking, everyone walks at their own pace.

But judging from the expressions and clothing of these people, the front and center seats they sat in, and the way they stood up to greet people, they were undoubtedly a group at the core of power in upper society - the citizens speculated so.

Senior officials from the Harvest Art Festival Organizing Committee? --Some citizens also recognized the specific features of some people in the crowd.

"The Special Patrol Office has arrived. There are many patrol chiefs inside, probably about 10 to 20!" Xilan spoke in a low voice, his eyes swept across the first row and then quickly moved away, "The one sitting in the wheelchair in the front is Mr. Wax, huh? The one in the middle, the one wearing a retro-style suit, could it be him?"

"Poglelich." Roy confirmed her guess.

"So he'll show up in public too?"

“Hardly, but apart from the last occasion of the Harvest Arts Festival, I also saw it from a distance once when I was traveling here seven years ago.”

The two of them also stood up during the conversation, and, in this atmosphere, they also did not notice it very clearly.

When the waves of the wheat field blown by the wind reached where he was, he stood up with everyone else.

"Ah! What is that!?"

"Look at the third row! It's about three or four rows in total! The innermost one! It's a little blocked by those people!"

Suddenly Hiram exclaimed.

When this group of people passed a fork in the road between certain seating areas, a young man in a tuxedo and a pure white bow tie broke away from the group and walked towards them.

"!!!" Roy's cry got stuck in his throat.

Nicole, the female assistant who was holding a stack of signature documents, quickly moved to make room for them. A few people moved around and vacated the seat between Roy and Sheeran.

"Thank you."

"Do these people know Poglelich?"

After thanking the female assistant, Fanning asked questions and took a seat.

Perhaps, he was the first one among the tens of thousands of spectators present to "re-sit" so early.

Sheeran, feeling relieved, also had many things he wanted to do and too many questions he wanted to ask, but in this situation and circumstances, he couldn't say anything for a while. He and Roy just looked Fanning up and down - he was dressed neatly, behaved calmly, and his expression and tone were normal, as if he just went to the bathroom.

"I say, do all these people know Poglelich?" Fanning asked the second time.

"Not many people know him." Roy came back to his senses, exhaled, and lowered his voice as calmly as possible. "Very few people only know or have heard that at the end of the Harvest Art Festival every year, a mysterious big man will come to watch the performance."

"Then what are they all standing up for?" Fanning asked.

Normally, when similar celebrations or events reach some important stages, there will always be some important figures entering the venue surrounded by crowds.

Although it is very conspicuous, it is not a jaw-dropping scene.

"The atmosphere has been a little unusual." Xilan frowned, "I don't know why, but we all stood up just now."

What do the first group of people who stood up say?

Is it because of recognizing the leader?

Or did they stand up because they recognized certain people among the entrants? It didn't make sense, the former was more likely, perhaps someone from the Special Patrol Office was "leading" below.

Just as Fanning took the lead in sitting down, a new wave of wheat waves took this as the center, and everyone finally sat down again in turn.

"Where were you taken? Did you come back together?" Roy continued to lower his voice.

"It was just a coincidence." Fanning shook his head. "I was arranged to go on a one-day trip to Theolian's hometown. I was released quite early, but I couldn't get back as fast as those people. As a result, I entered the venue at the same time as these people."

"Are you okay? Are you not hurt?" asked Xilan.

"I'm fine. I hope you're not too worried. I guess the church has already contacted you." Fan Ning said.

"You don't feel worried if you think this is the case?" Roy sighed, "Why don't you reply to the messenger?"

"There is surveillance. The authorities' current methods may be far beyond our imagination." Fanning looked at the backs of the leaders and their entourages sitting in the front row. "It's only a few days anyway. There's no need to take risks."

Fanning had some guesses about what it might mean that the remains of "Incinerator", "Blade" and "Disaster" were in the hands of Poglelich at the same time.

The Messenger is an extremely private occult thing, and has some formal similarities with "The Path Back to Dreamland".

In addition, its usual trajectory and landing point are in front. Fan Ning cannot be sure whether it will become the entry point for "analyzing the coordinates of the secret realm".

"How are the celebrations going these days?"

"You must have felt something when you came," Roy said.

Fanning nodded without comment, flipping through the recent schedule of games.

"What about the situation in theaters?" he asked again.

"Do you want to start over again?"

"No, I know the Guidance School's affairs. What is the current status of the cinema's assets and claims?"

I guess the authorities have already come up with all kinds of tricks.

There will be more on the way.

"The audit team they assigned has already sat down in the office at the headquarters," Roy said. "The target is the Kaplan Art Foundation."

"The big problem has not been found yet, but the other 70% of school-related assets and retail assets are too large, and it is difficult for fingers to compete with arms. Well, the hole is difficult to fill for the time being."

"The headquarters tried to hold an emergency creditors' meeting, but found that this part of the shares had been temporarily entrusted to the 'Universal Education Department' under the 'Imperial Industrial Coordination and Education Promotion Association'! In addition, a bunch of well-known or unknown cultural industry companies have emerged in recent days and submitted acquisition intention application forms!"

"According to the newly revised Commercial Emergency Law, if the proportion of assets in this abnormal state exceeds two-thirds, that is, greater than 66.7%, the authorities can bypass the shareholders' meeting and directly reorganize the management of each theater chain! Even if the proportion is less than two-thirds, as long as it is greater than one-half, that is, around 51%, the assets will be frozen for 7-14 working days! After this time, the acquisition intention application forms of other companies can be evaluated and accepted by the authorities one after another!"

Fanning nodded slightly to show his understanding.

He began to flip through the stack of telegrams that were originally in Sheeran's hand.

In contrast, the news on the telegram were all trivial, such as the announcement by the Piodoro Winery that it would terminate its sponsorship contract due to "force majeure"; the Bologna School withdrew a number of visiting professors under pressure, and about 35% of the theater's popular art courses were suspended; the Imperial Bankers Association issued an "art industry credit warning", triggering the cross-default clauses of a number of theater loan contracts, and 58 local banks initiated asset preservation lawsuits; the manager of the San Perto head office "kindly reminded" that the repayment period of an 800 million pound bridge loan could be extended for a maximum of 3 working days, etc.

There were also several cases where a few loyal fans tried to organize crowdfunding, but their accounts were frozen and they received warning letters for "suspected improper fundraising".

"2000 million pounds, the largest allocation of family resources in a hurry." Roy stared at Fanning beside him, "There are also some other helpers, such as Lu, several painters associations, and additional donations received by the Kaplan Art Fund."

"We have done our best to dilute it. Currently, the proportion of abnormal claims has dropped to 55%. Although it is still within the scope of trusteeship and freezing, 7 out of 5 working days have passed and the acquisition will be launched immediately. But it is better than more than two-thirds. Otherwise, the authorities will start the management reorganization process as early as the third day of the celebration!"

"I'm really sorry for that, Miss Roy." Fanning raised his head. "But this kind of 'collapse' has caused too much trouble to be filled by personal influence. I suggest that you -"

"No, what I mean is that the school can still make some more efforts." Roy interrupted him.

"you"

"Now that you're back, I'll wait for your choice. If you nod, I'll continue."

". Stop kidding." Fanning suddenly frowned, "What do you mean by continuing or not? The Bologna School is not decided by you alone, let alone me. You should listen to the Marquis's opinion and see what kind of person he is——"

"That's Dad's opinion." Roy interrupted Fanning again, "His exact words were, 'Just waiting for your choice'!"

"Just waiting for your choice, Carolyn Van Nin, do you understand what I mean?"