Qin Xin stood at the front of the orchestra, in the conductor's position, and bowed to everyone.
There was a low, subdued exclamation from the audience.
"Mr. Yun, Mr. Yun is here!"
"Mr. Yun is performing this year, ahhh."
"Quick, check how many pieces the Lark Orchestra is playing?"
"Two pieces! The opening and the finale!"
"Wow, seeing Mr. Yun twice, that's truly worth it!"
Qin Wenrou and Mrs. Qin stood at the edge of the backstage, their eyes gleaming: So, the great conductor is really this popular, the Lark Orchestra's appeal is indeed strong.
If Qin Wenrou could join the Lark, all this glory would belong to Qin Wenrou as well.
It's rare for a concert to be as lively as a live show, and the organizers couldn't stop grinning.
If it weren't for Qin Xin always opposing it, the organizers would have loved to print the word "Mr. Yun" prominently on every New Year's concert ticket poster.
After bowing, Qin Xin turned to face the Lark Orchestra and nodded slightly.
