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At this moment, even Wei Chen, who had finished playing, couldn't help but frown, as he looked down at Ye Fan with a hint of displeasure on his face.

He was recognized as a genius in the domestic piano field, and today was his national concert debut. He had planned to stun the audience with "Flight of the Bumblebee," a classic piece, but never expected someone would say his performance was mediocre. How could Wei Chen not be angry?

"What? Mediocre? Barely passing?"

Hearing Ye Fan's response, Wei Ziyi was completely stunned.

Clearly, she had not expected Ye Fan to make such an evaluation.

In front of everyone, Ye Fan nodded and said, "That's right! Barely passing! My assessment is very fair, because many senior pianists can only bring out about eighty percent of the 'Flight of the Bumblebee's' artistic conception, and for him to achieve sixty percent at his age is already quite good!"

"Really?" Wei Ziyi was utterly bewildered.

Although she was the Little Queen of the Music Scene, she knew very little about piano. In her view, Wei Chen's performance of "Flight of the Bumblebee" was excellent, more than enough to stun the audience.

Ye Fan murmured, "That's how it is!"

Whoosh!

Seeing Ye Fan dare to criticize Wei Chen publicly, the entire concert hall immediately erupted, especially a group of Wei Chen's female fans who glared icily. They wished they could devour Ye Fan alive.

"Nonsense, do you even understand music? How does a bumpkin like you qualify to evaluate Master Chen Chen? I think you're just trying to show off and be controversial!"

"Hmph! I think he's just trying to show off too. Nowadays, people go to any lengths for fame, they don't even care about losing face, it's disgusting!"

"Kid, hurry up and apologize to Master Chen Chen, or if you don't, watch out—I'll break your damn teeth with one punch!"

In a flash, the crowds were seething with anger. If not for Wei Chen sitting on the stage, they would have loved to rush up and give Ye Fan a beating on the spot. Continue your saga on empire

"Show off? Not at all!" Ye Fan shook his head, with everyone staring at him.

At this moment, Ye Fan had not expected his candid assessment to provoke so much hostility.

Then, Ye Fan said, "If you're dissatisfied with my assessment, you can ask the music masters here at the scene!"

"Ask your mother's head!" someone cursed directly.

"Hurry up and apologize to Master Chen Chen, or else I'll beat the crap out of you!"

"Right, apologize, apologize immediately!"

Many people at the scene thought that Ye Fan was just trying to leech off Wei Chen's popularity. They rolled up their sleeves, ready to rush up and give Ye Fan a thrashing.

"Ha! Not even allowed to give an evaluation? What can you do to me if I don't apologize today?"

Even a clay Buddha has three parts fire, and with the crowd staring him down, Ye Fan was livid.

His evaluation was indeed fair and in no way underestimated Wei Chen; who could have anticipated that a bunch of fans who didn't understand music would all become so agitated.

"You won't apologize, huh? Well, today I'm going to beat you until you do!"

"Right, beat this guy until he apologizes, take him down!"

"Beat him to death!"

Seeing that Ye Fan still refused to apologize, a group of people surged with killing intent, rushing toward Ye Fan.

"Calm down! Please, everyone, calm down!"

Just as the crowd was about to start throwing punches at Ye Fan, Wei Chen suddenly spoke up from the stage.

"Master Chen Chen, don't stop us, today we must teach this ungrateful bastard a harsh lesson!"

"Exactly, he must be taught a lesson!"

The crowd was nearly exploding with rage—Ye Fan dared to openly humiliate their idol Wei Chen, which was simply an invitation for trouble.

Realizing the situation was about to spiral out of control, Wei Chen frowned, "Thank you everyone for your deep affection for Wei Chen, but I urge everyone to remain calm. Today is my very first concert debut in the nation, and I don't want any trouble to break out at my concert!"

"This..."

Hearing Wei Chen's words, a group of people reluctantly stopped in their tracks.

Indeed, today was Wei Chen's first concert debut in the nation. If they were to attack Ye Fan, they would be ruining Wei Chen's event. If word got out and it became a hot topic in the media, it would surely damage Wei Chen's reputation.

"Kid, consider yourself lucky!" Many people glared at Ye Fan viciously.

Faced with the unfriendly stares of the crowd, Ye Fan scoffed but didn't respond.

He understood one thing: if a dog bites you for no reason, you can't honestly bite back like a dog, can you?

After calming the many fans, Wei Chen then slowly turned to Ye Fan, "Sir, you just claimed that my performance of 'Flight of the Bumblebee' was barely passable. However, in the domestic piano community, many music predecessors have said that my rendition could reach a score of nine out of ten. Could it be that your musical attainment is even better than mine?"

"Indeed, if a perfect score is ten points, then Wei Chen's 'Flight of the Bumblebee' could indeed reach nine points!" many piano masters present nodded in agreement.

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Seeing that many music masters thought Wei Chen's 'Flight of the Bumblebee' could reach nine points, the fans started to clamor again.

"Nine points? Ha! You really are shameless!"

At these words, Ye Fan sneered, "The true artistic conception of 'Flight of the Bumblebee' is almost impossible for anyone in the world to play. Even those top antiques of the world can only achieve an eight-point level of artistry. Yet, you claim your performance can reach nine points—your skin must be thicker than the city walls!"

"You..." Wei Chen was instantly enraged by Ye Fan's mockery.

He was regarded as the top of the new generation of pianists in the country, with countless people marveling at his piano talent.

From childhood, he had grown up amidst everyone's admiration and shock—Ye Fan was the first to dare say he had thick skin.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Chen said indignantly, "It seems, sir, that your musical attainment is far superior to mine!"

"I know a thing or two about music," Ye Fan retorted with a jesting smile.

"A thing or two?"

Hearing this, Wei Chen felt profound disdain for Ye Fan.

He couldn't believe that Ye Fan understood music. In his view, if Ye Fan had any understanding of music, he wouldn't have said that Wei Chen's 'Flight of the Bumblebee' was just passable.

Moreover, Ye Fan was about his age, most likely clueless about music.

Those fans were right earlier; Ye Fan just wanted to leech off his fame for popularity. People like that made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

With all eyes on him, Ye Fan's lips slightly curled as he said, "Indeed! When it comes to music, I know a thing or two! And even if it's just a little, it's still much better than you!"

"What? Better than me by a lot?"

At these words, Wei Chen was practically fuming with anger.

He was the top new generation pianist in the country and even on the world stage, his musical talent was unparalleled.

He never expected that within Central Plains, someone would dare to not take him seriously, and this made Wei Chen erupt with fury.

The next second, with a cold shout, Wei Chen barked, "Is that so? Since you claim that my 'Flight of the Bumblebee' is barely passable, then please, take the stage and give us a performance. I would very much like to witness your piano artistry!"

Upon hearing Wei Chen's words, tens of thousands of fans in the audience became righteously indignant.

"Yeah! Kid, isn't your musical expertise supposed to be better than Master Chen Chen's? If you've got the skills, then go play something!"

"Exactly! You've got to walk the walk, not just talk the talk. Who can't boast?"

"What are you waiting for? Go on! If you've got the guts, take the stage! What are you standing there for? Tsk, tsk, don't tell me you're chickening out!"