"Secretary He, Yang Fan is now traveling along the river with his female companion. He also rejected the dinner I arranged for this evening." Boss Wei said to Boss He in embarrassment on the phone.
Boss He was a little unhappy: "Xiao Wei, is this young man from the Wen family not good at socializing?"
A welcoming banquet is a welcoming banquet, and a dinner party is a dinner party, and the two cannot be confused.
Yang Fan refused the dinner arranged by Boss Wei, which was equivalent to not giving face to Boss Wei and Boss He.
Boss Wei shook his head: "I don't think so. On the contrary, he is very talkative. It seems that there is nothing he cannot talk about. This is the first time I have met such a knowledgeable person. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is well-informed and full of knowledge."
Boss He was surprised that Brother Wei did not add the qualifier "young man", implying that Yang Fan was very talented.
"It's okay. We have already fulfilled our responsibilities as hosts. He has his own schedule and maybe he just wants to have a good time and doesn't want to be disturbed. Just let him go." Boss He didn't care much. Considering the powerful Wen family behind Yang Fan, it was normal for him not to give others face.
After hesitating for a moment, Boss Wei said, "Then, Secretary He, I will go back and report to you in person now."
"Come back." After thinking for a while, Boss He didn't think there was anything wrong. The task given by the superiors was completely completed, so he called it a day.
The banks of the Ganjiang River.
Close to the residential area, there is not only a small square on the river bank, but also various fitness equipment.
It was not yet evening, and Hongdu was not a popular tourist city, so there were not many tourists.
The locals were either at work or doing their summer homework, so the small square was almost empty.
The Liu sisters sat on each end of the seesaw, playing up and down, and exclaiming constantly.
"Don't move. See if our weight has returned to normal." Liu Yueyue sat on the seesaw and raised her feet.
"I didn't move, sister, you are thinner than me." Liu Qianqian also raised her feet, but soon she sank down, and her sister was pushed up.
Yang Fan watched the two sisters playing there like little girls who had not grown up, and one of them took pictures with his SLR camera from time to time.
Sometimes I take pictures of the two sisters, sometimes I take pictures of the scenery.
The days are long in summer, but sunset eventually comes again. Although the light is still a little dazzling, the temperature in the air has dropped a lot.
The Ganjiang River is not large, and in the modern city, the beautiful sight of sunset and soaring wild geese flying together is extinct here.
What Wang Bo saw, "the setting sun and the lone wild goose flying together, the autumn water and the sky the same color," was seen by the shore of Poyang Lake.
Without the environment of clear water reaching the sky, it is impossible to enjoy such a beautiful scenery.
I hope I can see it on my trip tomorrow.
In an office building in Hongdu City.
Mr. Wei walked in hurriedly and came to the elevator door. He saw that the elevator was going up and it might take a long time to wait for it to come down.
He didn't have time to wait, so he climbed up the fire escape carrying his briefcase.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the door of an office.
In the office, Secretary He, who looked energetic, was discussing work with a visitor when there was a knock on the door.
Secretary He raised his hand, and the assistant beside him spoke for him: "Come in!"
Afterwards, several people in the room saw Elder Wei, who was still sweating, come in.
"Xiao Wei, why are you so anxious? You are sweating all over." Secretary He waved his hand and asked Boss Wei to come over and sit down.
Boss Wei glanced at the other people and walked over with a smile on his face.
After sitting down on the chair, Boss Wei didn't say a word, like a loyal listener.
Boss He knew the secret code between the two people. After a few words, he asked his assistant to send the visitor away, leaving Boss Wei alone.
"Where are the words?" After the people left, Boss He reached out to Boss Wei, hoping that the words could be presented to him.
Boss Wei quickly and carefully took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
It's an A4 paper.
After sending the paper out, Boss Wei felt as if he had lost something.
The time has come for me to own this piece of paper.
From then on, it no longer belonged to him.
You may never see him/her again in your lifetime.
And its value may soar.
Hundreds of thousands
millions
You underestimate the big circle.
The capital circle can play with hundreds of millions, so how could the big bosses care about tens of millions of dollars
Boss Wei was heartbroken to see such a priceless authentic work of art leave him.
He is not a person who lacks food and clothing, and does not attach much importance to money.
What he wanted was spiritual immortality.
Everyone knows that the physical body has its limits and the ceiling is so low.
But the spirit has no limits, no end, and the ceiling is infinitely high.
This is the ultimate goal that everyone should pursue.
There was a moment when Boss Wei wanted to take the original for himself.
But he just thought about it for a moment and gave up.
If he takes it away, this original work will be worthless.
The original work needs to be seen by the world and must be tempered by thousands of pairs of piercing eyes before it can make the leap.
Being silent in his hands was only of some interest to him alone.
Besides, if this matter were to be exposed and I claimed it as my own, I would lose my official position.
Boss Wei had no idea whether Yang Fan had prepared the words in advance or wrote them on the spot.
Whether it was written in advance or on the spot, "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" will not be lost in the mortal world just because Boss Wei claimed it for himself.
Secretary He took the original and smoothed the paper with both hands.
At first glance, Secretary He frowned.
What the hell, it’s all so densely packed with words.
It wouldn't matter if it was all words, but the problem is that there are some places with crosses out because of typos, and there are more than one place.
Therefore, even if the font looks good, the overall beauty is lost.
Mr. Wei said nothing and looked at his boss, while his boss looked at the original work.
Secretary He's brows gradually relaxed and he looked more and more relaxed, but soon his expression became more and more solemn and sweat began to appear on his forehead.
He seemed to be using all his life's knowledge to try to uncover the mysteries hidden in the original work.
But he was shocked to find that due to his lack of knowledge and ability, he was unable to see the true appearance of the original work.
"Genius, genius, a genius for all time!" After a long while, as the sun was setting, Secretary He sighed in shock, "In front of the author, the rest of us are just ordinary people like fireflies, while he is like the bright moon in the sky."
For 99% of people, the difference between them is not that big, and no one is willing to give in to anyone else.
But when he saw the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" in front of him, Boss He was horrified to find that the gap between the two was obvious, a world of difference.
Boss Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out that after reading the original work, I am not the only one who feels that I have not read enough.
Then I would feel much better.
"Yes, some of the allusions in the article have traces, but they are hard to understand. Some of the truths are like a wake-up call, but they always seem to be true or false." Boss Wei said honestly: "I can't understand it because I don't have enough experience. It seems to be true or false because I am still too superficial."
Secretary He stood up and paced back and forth holding the original painting, occasionally glancing at it and occasionally sighing.
After a long time, he sat back down.
"The Wen family is amazing!" Secretary He said at last, looking at the original painting.
The Wen family is extremely powerful and can get whatever they want.
But that is all material, or manifested in material things.
No one thought that the Wen family could come up with someone like Yang Fan.
At first, Secretary He also thought it was just a show and a gilded talent. This person didn't have much ability or even any real knowledge.
"The Wen family dared to put forward such a person, so I think they must be very optimistic about him, and he did not disappoint." Boss Wei said.
In fact, what the old lady of the Wen family cares about is Yang Fan's identity as her granddaughter's boyfriend.
She felt that he had some knowledge and experience, but they were not worth mentioning.
Looking at the original in his hand, Boss He had a complicated expression: "The words written by this young man are too heavy. A few are okay, but I can't bear all these. I have to hand them in."
Now, in his eyes, the altered parts of the original work have become highlights, adding even more value to it.
With these alterations, it seems more real.
The more he looked at it, the more Boss He thought the altered parts were cute.
I wonder how many young girls in the future will like this young man even more after seeing the alterations in the original work.
If possible, they would all be willing to date such a person.
But that may be dozens or hundreds of years later, and history will return to dust.
It is precisely because of this that it seems even more precious.
On a street near the Gan River.
Yang Fan and the Liu sisters walked around, stopping at various shops and stalls.
In front of a stall selling traditional folk musical instruments, Liu Yueyue pulled Yang Fan, who had no intention of patronizing the stall, to stop.
The stalls don’t only sell folk musical instruments, there are also many other small accessories, but they are all of common style.
Precious accessories such as necklaces, bracelets, bangles, etc. will not appear in the stalls.
"Yang Fan, flute. It's rare to see traditional flutes." Liu Yueyue picked up a short flute on the stall, not knowing what wood it was made of.
Nowadays, most flutes used in formal performances are made of iron.
"Boss, what kind of wood are these flutes made of?" Liu Qianqian asked the boss curiously.
The boss was a woman, and she said speechlessly: "I don't know."
I'm just a salesman, I don't know much about what I do.
I've studied for more than ten years, but it doesn't seem to be of any use. I'm still here to set up a stall.
"The better quality woods for making flutes are ebony or coconut wood. I can't tell the difference." Yang Fan also picked up a piccolo.
The surface of the flute has been painted so that the original appearance of the wood is almost invisible.
Even if he saw it, Yang Fan was not proficient in it and could not tell it apart.
"Yang Fan, do you want to buy one?" Liu Yueyue asked.
She can't play the flute, but unlike Yang Fan, she doesn't necessarily buy things just because they are useful.
It's also good to collect and look at.
"If you want to buy it, then buy it." Since he hasn't really gotten her yet, Yang Fan naturally wouldn't restrict his girlfriend too much.
Not because she paid for the purchases herself.
"Boss, how much is it?" Liu Yueyue asked the stall owner while scanning the code.
Yang Fan glanced sideways: "You're buying it without even trying it?"
This is a good girl who is willing to get married without trying.
"Please help me try it." Liu Yueyue handed the flute to Yang Fan, and then took out wet wipes from her small bag.
Yang Fan took the flute, then took the wet wipes and wiped the air outlet.
He learned to play the flute when he was in elementary school.
The flute was his first musical instrument, opening the door to the world of music.
But at that time he played the flute.
Most people don't understand the difference between a flute and a piccolo.
The flute is the main high-pitched melody instrument in modern orchestral and chamber music. It has a dynamic and pleasant sound quality and a gentle and melodious voice.
The flute tests the player's breath control. One has to find a suitable entry point to produce a nearly perfect melody.
Compared to the high-pitched melody of the flute, the piccolo is superior.
The piccolo is the woodwind instrument with the highest range. It is a variant of the flute family and one of the instruments with the highest range in the symphony orchestra.
However, the short size of the piccolo should not be underestimated. It is more difficult to play than the flute.
Only those who have practiced the flute very well can play the piccolo.
Because the piccolo has a sharp and penetrating tone, it can make the music in the orchestra louder, more powerful and brilliant.
Piccolo beginners need to learn the flute first, as its keys are easier to play and can be played in any tune.
You can only practice piccolo after you have reached a certain level in flute practice. People who play the piccolo can be said to be masters of flute.
The pitch of the piccolo requires greater force when blowing, and it cannot be played without a certain level of flute skills.
After wiping, Yang Fan tested the sound and played a few notes.
Just when Liu Yueyue thought Yang Fan would let it go soon, she heard him say inexplicably: "Luhua 5S squeezes peanut oil, every drop of Luhua fragrance, yellow soil and black soil, use Stanley to farm."
Then she heard the most beautiful piccolo music in the world.
The setting sun shines on the vast blue waves, the sunset glows colorfully, the fishermen are leisurely and contented, and the fishing boats drift away with the waves. The picture is beautiful.
The melody of the song is not only very stylish, but also very beautiful, lively and interesting.
When he was a child, Yang Fan hated watching the weather forecast the most. He would change the channel whenever this music sounded.
But when he grew up, every time he heard this music, he felt like crying.
It carries so many childhood memories, like a hard drive.
On the street, many passers-by stopped to listen to the sounds from heaven.
The loud and powerful, pleasant and beautiful notes seem to calm people's mood.
Although most people cannot see the images carried in the notes, it does not prevent them from finding them beautiful.
For many people, that's enough.
The Liu sisters were filled with joy. The more surprises the better. No girl would dislike having too many surprises from her boyfriend.
The surprise that a boyfriend gives to his girlfriend is inseparable from romance.
How can you refuse such romance
Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Yang Fan put down his flute.
After paying the money, Liu Yueyue and her sister quickly took her boyfriend away.
There were quite a few girls watching.
Liu Yueyue suspected that if Yang Fan were to date a girl who didn't make music and didn't work in the film and television center, he would also create romance in the way that the other person liked.
After Yang Fan was far away, Liu Qianqian asked eagerly before her sister could: "Yang Fan, what was the name of the piece you just played?"
The name of a piece of music can be the finishing touch or the axis.
Having a name will make it easier for fans to understand the song.
Liu Qianqian and Liu Yueyue particularly wanted to understand this song in depth.
"'Fisherman's Song at Dusk.'" Yang Fan replied.
A song that originally had no sad meaning, unexpectedly, became a sad song in the minds of many people twenty or thirty years later.
Time is the best medicine, but also the most ruthless killing machine.