82: The little flower girl

Wu Fan carried the ancient zither back to his car, opened the system panel, clicked on the warehouse, and stored all the purchased items into the system warehouse. "Perfect."

After he finished a cigarette, seeing that it was still early, he took out his phone and searched for nearby tourist attractions.

He drove straight to Orange Isle, admired the statue of the great young man, visited the Xiaoxiang Celebrity Club, and strolled around Taoyuan.

He also truly experienced the spectacular view of "River Sky Dusk Snow," finally managing to kill a lot of time.

After eating some local delicacies at the snack street, he returned to the International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The entrance was already bustling with people, who were walking continuously towards the Convention and Exhibition Center.

After Wu Fan bought a bottle of Nutri-Express, he also prepared to enter the venue.

In the corner to the right of the entrance, he looked up and spotted a Little Girl, who looked about six or seven years old.

She was carrying a bamboo basket on her chest, filled with colorful flowers.

Her large eyes held shyness, helplessness, and expectation. Wu Fan was moved with pity just by looking at her.

At such a young age, why did she have to come out and earn money? Shouldn't this be the age when she should be studying hard?

[Ding, random mission triggered: Help the Little Girl's family overcome their difficulties.]

[Mission reward: Fifty thousand yuan in cash and an elementary ancient zither skill book.]

Wu Fan was stunned. What was going on? The intelligent system's missions were getting increasingly confusing.

Even the rewards it issued seemed to have eyes; he had just bought a Ming Dynasty ancient zither, and it rewarded him with a skill book.

This shouldn't be called the Intelligent Cashback System; it should be called the Divine Calculator System!

[Ding, alerting the host, you can call the system whatever you like. Changing the name every day is fine.]

Hahaha, alright, you're awesome.

Wu Fan stopped, looking at the colorful flowers that no one was paying attention to.

He walked over. "Little friend, how much are these flowers?"

"Uncle, six yuan a stem."

Wu Fan crouched down and smiled at her. "I'll take all of these flowers."

The Little Girl was clearly surprised. "Really?"

Wu Fan took five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it over. "Take this. It's all yours."

The Little Girl said in surprise, "Uncle, that's too much. I don't need that much money, and I don't have change."

"It's fine. Just take it all. Keep the change."

The Little Girl still didn't reach out to take it. Her eyes showed shyness and restraint, and even a little fear.

Looking at her worn-out and dirty clothes, Wu Fan suddenly thought of Yaoyao.

There was always too much suffering and inequality in this world.

The Little Girl's eyes, which should have been carefree, now revealed the hardships and difficulties of life.

"What is your name?" Wu Fan tried to make his voice sound as friendly as possible.

"Xiao Hui." She answered softly.

"Tell Uncle, why do you come here to sell flowers at night?"

Xiao Hui pursed her lips, unsure how to speak.

Wu Fan gently patted the Little Girl's shoulder. "It's okay. If you have any difficulties, tell Uncle. Maybe Uncle can help you?"

Xiao Hui finally mustered her courage and said softly, "My dad is sick. He needs surgery, and he needs money..."

After she finished speaking, her whole face turned red.

"Who else is in your family?"

"Just my dad and me." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What illness does your dad have?"

The Little Girl shook her head; she truly didn't know.

Wu Fan asked, "Do you come here to sell flowers every day?"

The Little Girl nodded.

Wu Fan said, "You keep the money safe for now. I need to go watch the show. I'll come back to find you tomorrow. I promise I will get your dad treated. Don't worry."

"Make sure you come tomorrow, okay?"

Xiao Hui nodded, her eyes pure and clear.

Wu Fan slipped the money into her pocket and gently stroked her little cheek. "Go home early. Tomorrow at 7:30 AM, same place. I'll be waiting for you."

Xiao Hui lifted her large eyes and softly murmured, "Mm."

Wu Fan picked up all the flowers, walked to the entrance of the Convention and Exhibition Center, and gave them away for free to the audience entering the venue.

Before long, the flowers were all gone.

He only saved a large bouquet for Qian Ning.

After entering the venue, Wu Fan was still stunned by the stunning stage and dazzling lights. It was beautiful and dreamy.

The host had excellent speaking skills and firmly controlled and guided the competition process.

Three slightly famous judges sat in the first row of the stage, closely observing the contestants' performances to give fair and reasonable scores.

Of course, the live audience today also had a scoring segment.

The final ranking was determined by the total scores from the judges and the audience. Overall, it was relatively just and fair.

The contestants were all quite strong, having emerged as top talents after multiple rounds of selection.

When Qian Ning appeared, Wu Fan was still shocked by her neutral attire.

She was wearing a black suit and jeans, carrying the guitar Wu Fan had given her. Her black leather boots were polished brightly, giving her a strong rock vibe.

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, the audience started screaming loudly.

She was truly both handsome and feminine.

Women with a rock style possess a special, ineffable charm.

Wu Fan saw that she was wearing the guitar earrings he had given her on her earlobes, and his heart warmed.

Qian Ning had not forgotten what Wu Fan said when they parted in Island City: "When you perform on a big stage, I hope to see you appear in the center of the dazzling stage carrying the guitar and earrings I gave you."

She fulfilled her promise to Wu Fan.

Wu Fan started screaming and applauding somewhat exaggeratedly.

Just when everyone thought Qian Ning was singing a pure rock song, in the latter half, she suddenly burst into the soft beauty of Yue Opera. This massive contrast instantly excited the entire audience in the venue.

Screams and applause rose and fell, almost without interruption.

Even the three judges couldn't help but stand up and applaud, beginning to discuss amongst themselves:

One of the judges whispered, "The Young girl's voice is really good, very promising. The song arrangement is also stunning."

"That's true. Her voice is very captivating and highly recognizable."

"To have this level of vocal skill and artistry at such a young age is truly rare."

The Yue Opera finished, Qian Ning struck a chord on her guitar, and concluded the song with a rock high note.

The entire venue instantly erupted in thunderous applause.

Judge One commented, "Qian Ning, your performance just now truly amazed me, especially the last part. It was very creative and did a wonderful job of engaging our emotions. It was fantastic."

Judge Two said, "Congratulations. You performed that song very well; it was outstanding."

Judge Three said, "I am very happy to hear such a powerful song. I believe your future will surely be bright."

Qian Ning bowed in thanks. "Thank you, teachers, for your affirmation. I will definitely continue to work hard."

Wu Fan couldn't help but stand up, waving his hands and shouting, "Qian Ning, you are the best!"

His shouting caused the other audience members to turn their heads and look around.

Wu Fan quickly sat down, his face involuntarily turning red. He had been too excited just now and was indeed a bit abrupt.

He had originally wanted to go up and present the flowers immediately, but then he decided it would be more appropriate to wait until the competition was over and the results were announced...