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The hall stage of the flashy arch, the almost substantive golden brilliance covers the floor like water,

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On top of this, everyone is meticulous in black and white formal attire, sitting in a semicircle with black music scores in front of them,

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The conductor of the orchestra in the center looked attentively, the first and second violin chiefs led the members behind, the viola and cello showed the kind of brown classical, and the twelve double basses on the outermost right side formed a row.

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The flute, piccolo, clarinet and oboe constitute a diverse group of woodwinds, and the trumpet, trombone, horn, and tuba play loudly in the brass group.

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The timpani, which is surrounded by other percussion instruments, and the harp, which stands out from the rear side,

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At this moment, there is a symphony orchestra with more than 100 people on the stage!

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And where they are playing at the moment, it is the world-class music hall in New York - Carnegie Hall!

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From Amsterdam, as one of the top symphony orchestras in the world, their grand performance across the ocean should be full of seats.

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But aside from the glow that only illuminated the stage, there were more than 2,800 seats on 5 floors.

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No, to be precise,

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Yes, there are only two people.

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Sitting in the position with the best sound field effect in the entire main hall, Fang Ran watched the magnificent performance of hundreds of people playing in the light of the stage, and when he regained his senses, the thought came to him again,

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Wait, why am I here? . .

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The financial sector has fallen into a severe crisis. As the stock of Golden Iris plummeted, the "avalanche" of more than 650 billion US dollars may break out at any time.

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Sorting out the situation, pulling out the cocoons, and finally found the breakthrough with the help of technological means like cheating,

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Then he's watching a concert now.

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This is almost like a foot soaked in the collapse of Mount Tai, highlighting a calm,

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Fang Ran looked at the reason that brought him to such a place, and at Veronica, who was sitting beside him and listened with her eyes closed.

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Could this person really go out to play? . .

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Soothing and breaking, as the orchestra conductor suddenly raised his hand, all the musical instruments of all voices ended his fiery movements, making the grand and magnificent sound end smoothly.

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This Symphony No. 3 in E-flat major comes to an end like an epic.

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She was deceived by her previous smile, "How about we listen to two pieces of music in another place?", but it took an hour to listen to this symphony.

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Maybe it's a little rude to talk in such a performance, or maybe it's because the queen's posture in the red velvet chair is too disturbing.

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At the end of the song, Fang Ran said helplessly and silently:

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"So...why are we watching a concert here?"

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As the song ended slowly opening those silver-gray eyes, Veronica simply responded with a smile:

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"Because it's been a long time since I last went out, there are suddenly some tunes that I want to listen to, but even I can't enjoy a symphony performance live at home."

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Eh. . . And what you can't do. . .

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Listening to Veronica's words, Fang Ran thought to herself that there were still enjoyments she couldn't get in reality, and then she heard a slightly lazy complaint from the queen beside her:

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"After all, it's too troublesome."

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(￣-￣;) Was it because it was troublesome? . .

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"Then why don't you just listen to yourself? There's no need to follow me..."

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Before she left the Huaqi Bank, she tried to persuade her to give up taking over as Adeline, but to no avail. To this kind of wayward guy who bought an entire concert hall just because he wanted to listen to the symphony,

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Fang Ran sighed while feeling a strong headache.

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"This is New York, the freest place in the country, where guns are more legal than fireworks, and a place to celebrate if there are no shootings for a week,"

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"What's more, the existence of those members of the association, I don't know what to do,"

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Putting on a pretentiously weak gesture and tone, Veronica got close to a distance that a man couldn't refuse, and looked at Fang Ran's eyes with a chuckle and ambiguous:

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"Do you have the heart to let me stay in this city by myself?"

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Then you don't come!

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Looking at the perfect beauty on her body from a close distance, Fang Ran distracted her mind with a shout in her heart, and stretched her composure in front of her,

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Then he slowly let go of his breath, still unable to say a positive answer:

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"That's it, we don't go to investigate at this time, is it really good to come here to listen to the concert?"

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"Hunters need patience and adequate preparation to kill with one blow. Don't you also have a saying in China, called sharpening knives without accidentally chopping wood?"

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It is clear that the financial field is at stake, but on the surface there is no sign of worry at all. Perhaps this is the indifference and courage of the very high-ranking people.

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Veronica looked at the classical and elegant symphony orchestra on the stage.

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"Or are you not interested in symphony?"

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"That's not really..."

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She was very skeptical about the idea that concerts were a sharpening of the knife, so Fang Ran looked at the stage after hearing this question.

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Before walking here, he knew nothing about symphony, but even so, sitting at the scene and listening to it with his own ears,

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To listen to hundreds of genuine musical instruments intertwined just for the same tune,

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From a syllable or a melody, one can hear a grand triumph, or a tense and magnificent, or even more complex meaning that may take several crosses, hundreds of words, or an article to explain clearly.

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It really made Fang Ran feel the shock called 'music'.

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Especially the song just now, inexplicably touched him, always fascinated. . .

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"The ultimate answer to 'how to express a certain emotion or thing' is the vibration of strings and air,"

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Sitting on the red velvet chair, her right leg was crossed, her fingers were slender to her ear, and the queen looked gracefully at the conductor, who was ready for the next song.

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"Different people, different periods, different life experiences, different appreciation levels... Every time I listen to it, I can hear different feelings,"

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"Perhaps that's why masterpieces are immortal."

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She made an introduction with a casual chuckle, and Veronica looked at Fang Ran with a smile:

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"Anyway, you've already confirmed that the purpose isn't it, why don't you just enjoy the music?"

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Just in the gap between each movement, I downloaded the stock trading software. After I didn’t feel any influence on my ability, I confirmed an institution that has something to do with the seven development companies through Il~www.readwn.com~ Hearing that her small movements were noticed by her, Fang Ran couldn't help her calmness.

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Then she put down her worries and looked at the stage this time, just like her, she closed her eyes and just listened.

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A concert is usually about an hour and a half to two hours. Following the first piece just now, Symphony No. 5 in C minor, this is the second and last piece.

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As the conductor opens, the rhythm rises,

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Fang Ran listened to a melody that he did not understand but was very familiar with.

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Because it is so famous and spread widely, you must have heard it in some movie sound effects, etc.

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This is probably a world famous work.

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This time, I temporarily forget about the huge storm in the external financial market, and immerse myself in the handed down classics played by the top performers.

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The feeling of thoughts seems to be ups and downs with the movement until it reaches the final climax,

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But right on the stage, when the performance reaches its peak,

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Fang Ran suddenly heard Veronica beside her smile as if she lost interest in the later part.

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"I'm tired of listening, let's go now."

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Fang Ran: "..."

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no. . . Can you be any more capricious? . .

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