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After everyone had taken their seats, Editor-in-chief Oshanin stepped onto the conductor's podium.
Within the music pit, there was only a small orchestra.
Wang Zhong heard someone ridicule, "Isn't the orchestra just made up of their magazine editors? I remember they're all amateurs, aren't they? Without a single professional musician, what can they possibly perform?"
Another person responded, "I didn't even hear about this plan until yesterday. They might have had to hurriedly push ducks onto perches today."
"Indeed, this could be to make a fool of the general!"
"If it's to make a fool of the general, then what was their intention when they came over to greet us just now?"
Wang Zhong could hear these gossipers especially clearly, perhaps due to the unique acoustics of the concert hall.
Ludmila clutched his arm the whole time, truly looking as though she feared he would draw his gun and start shooting again.
