"Um?"

The conductor and musicians who performed the piano concerto with Master Uchiro on the stage had already retreated completely. Roy was thinking about a series of things in recent days, and suddenly she heard something in the crowd.

Sheeran, who was reading the telegrams repeatedly next to her, also raised her head.

The sound of the clothes rubbing everywhere, and the sound of conversation became quiet for a moment.

From far to near, the 30,000 spectators in the square stood up one after another, and the waves of people's heads moved forward, like wheat fields blown by the monsoon.

Not only the seats, but also the vendors on the edge of the square or at the intersection of the main roads further away were standing sideways, focusing their eyes in specific directions.

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

There are a little more people, but not too many. The gender is mainly gentlemen, with three or four ranks in horizontal rows and about one or twenty ranks in length. It is not a queue, nor is there a very uniform horizontal and vertical spacing. In general, each takes its own steps.

But judging from the expressions and clothes of these people, the seats are in the middle, and the postures of the people who stand up to welcome them, there is no doubt that they are also groups at the core of power in the upper class - citizens are speculating so much.

Senior officials in the Harvest Art Festival Preparatory Committee? ——Citizens in some departments also recognized the specific appearance and physical signs of some people in the crowd.

"The people from the Special Inspection Hall are here. There are many inspectors inside, and I'm afraid there are 10 or 20!" Sheeran whispered, her eyes swept through the head row and then quickly moved away. "The one in the front is Mr. Wax, huh? The one in the middle, the dress looks a bit nostalgic, right?"

"Pogleridge." Roy confirmed her speculation.

"So he will also show up in public?"

"Almost not, but except for the last occasion of the Harvest Art Festival, I also saw it from afar when I came here to travel."

The two also stood up during the communication, and in this atmosphere, they also did not notice it clearly.

When the waves of wheat fields blown by the wind brushed to their own position, they stood up with everyone.

"Ah! That's it!?"

"Look at the third row! It looks like three or four rows! The innermost one! It was somewhat blocked by those people!"

Suddenly Sheeran exclaimed.

When this wave of people walked through a fork in a certain seating area, a young man in a tuxedo and a pure white-collar worker tie broke away from the team and walked towards him.

"!!!" Roy's call stuck in his throat.

Nicole, the female assistant with a series of signs, quickly gave way, and the few people moved again, leaving the seat between Roy and Sheeran empty.

"Thanks."

"Does these people know Pogleridge?"

After thanking the female assistant, Fanning asked a question and sat down.

Perhaps, it was the first among the tens of thousands of viewers present to "re-sit" so early.

Sheeran, who was relieved, also had many moves to do and too many questions to ask, but in this situation and situation, she couldn't say anything for a while. She just looked Fanning up and down with Roy - he was dressed neatly, his manners were quiet, his tone was casual, and his tone seemed to have just walked through the bathroom.

"I said, do these people know Pogralic?" Fanning asked the second time.

"There shouldn't be many people know each other." Roy came to his senses, exhaled a breath, and lowered his voice as calmly as possible. "There are very few people who know or hear that at the end of the Harvest Art Festival in previous years, there will be a mysterious big shot to watch the performance live."

"Then what are they doing when they stand up?" Fanning asked.

Logically speaking, when similar celebrations or grand occasions are in some important stages, there will always be some important figures surrounding them.

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

"The atmosphere has always been a bit unusual." Sheeran frowned, "I don't know why, we all stood up just now."

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

Is it because of recognizing the leader?

Or stand up because of recognizing a specific other person in the incoming place?

It doesn't make sense. The former is more likely. Maybe someone from the Special Inspection Office "takes the lead" below.

Just like Fanning is now "leading" to sit down, the new wave of wheat is centered on this, and everyone finally sits back in turn.

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

"It just happened." Fanning shook his head, "I was arranged to go back to my hometown for a day trip. I was released a long time ago, but the speed of the rush back was not as fast as those people, so I entered the venue at the same time as these people."

"Are you okay? You're not injured?" Sheeran asked.

"I'm fine, everyone is not worried. I guess the church has already found you." Fanning said.

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

"With surveillance, the authorities' current methods may be far beyond our imagination." Fanning looked at the backs of the leaders and accompanying people sitting in the front row. "Anyway, it's only a few days, and there is no need to take risks."

Fanning had some guesses about what the debris of "incinerator", "blade" and "disaster" could mean by Pogleridge at the same time.

The messenger is an extremely private occult object, with some formal similarities to the "path to return to the dream".

In addition, his daily trajectory and commonly used landing points are in front of him. Fanning cannot be sure whether it will become the entry point for "analyzing the coordinates of the secret realm".

"How is the celebration going on these days?"

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

Fanning nodded without comment, looking at some recent schedules.

"What about the theater chain?" he asked again.

"Do you want to read it from the beginning?"

"No, I'm clear about the affairs of the school, what is the current state of the assets and debts of the theater chain?"

It is estimated that the authorities' various tricks have come.

There will be more on the way.

"The audit team they assigned had already been in the headquarters office," Roy said. "The target is the Capran Arts Fund."

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

"The headquarters tried to hold an emergency creditor meeting, but found that this part of the equity has been temporarily entrusted by the "Enblack Education Department" under the Imperial Industrial Coordination and Education Promotion Association! And, in recent days, a bunch of well-known or unknown cultural industry companies have emerged and submitted an application form for acquisition intention to the upper part!"

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

Fanning nodded slightly to show his knowledge.

He began to read the telegram that was originally in Sheeran's hand again.

In comparison, the news on the telegram is considered intricate, such as Piodot Winery's announcement of termination of sponsorship contracts due to "force majeure"; Bologna school was under pressure to withdraw a group of visiting professors, and about 35% of the popularization courses in theater arts were suspended; the Imperial Bankers Association issued a "Art Industry Credit Warning", triggering the cross-border clause of a batch of theater loan contracts, and 58 local banks initiated asset preservation lawsuits; the manager of the San Pelto General Office "good-intention" a bridge loan repayment period of 8 million pounds can be renewed for up to 3 working days, etc.

Several loyal music fans with fever also tried to organize crowdfunding, but their accounts were frozen and they received a warning letter for "suspected improper fundraising".

"20 million pounds, my family's largest resource allocation in a hurry." Roy stared at Fanning beside him, "and there were some other help, such as Lu, several painters' associations, and additional donations received by the Capran Art Fund."

"We tried to make some dilutions. The proportion of abnormal debts has dropped to 55%. Although it is still custody and frozen, 5 days have passed and the acquisition will be started soon, but it is better than more than two-thirds of the situation. Otherwise, the authorities will start the management restructuring process as early as the third day of the celebration day!"

"It's really hard for you, Miss Roy." Fanning raised his head, "but the hole in this 'collapse method' is too big and should not be filled by personal influence. I suggest you-"

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

"you"

"Now that you are back, then wait for your choice, you nod, then continue."

"Stop having fun." Fanning suddenly frowned, "What should I do if I continue? The Bologna school is not up to you alone, let alone me. You should listen to the Marquis' opinions and see what he is-"

"That's what dad said." Roy interrupted Fanning again, "his original words were, 'Let's wait for your choice'!"
Chapter completed!