Although it seems like a simple sentence, Yang Zhongming actually shows a sense of strength.
Qu's father was surprised.
I didn't expect that Xianyu could be valued so much by Yang Zhongming. Just because of the relationship in a company, Yang Zhongming would not make such a statement.
However, everyone can understand the reason why Yang Zhongming made the statement.
Xianyu, the new father of Qu, is too popular and needs to be suppressed.
So Zhongzhou took action.
Aren't there such people outside of Zhongzhou
Of course.
It is inevitable that there will be jealousy among colleagues.
This is not just true in the music industry, it’s the same in every industry.
Under such circumstances, there are many people who hope that something goes wrong with Xianyu.
The atmosphere was a little weird for a while, but then everyone continued talking and laughing. This kind of thing should just be kept tacitly.
However, Lin Yuan could clearly feel:
The attitude of the other Qu Dads towards him seemed to be a little warmer than before.
"It's too early to say that."
Zheng Jing looked around and muttered, "Not everyone has arrived yet."
But it doesn't matter.
They will hear it.
Zheng Jing smiled and pulled Xianyu to join the chat.
And this happened at the entrance of the Golden Hall.
The red carpet has become lively.
Many celebrities appeared on the red carpet.
"The two singing kings of Qinzhou!"
"The singing queen of Qizhou is here too!"
"Look at our Chuzhou's most popular film and television star recently. His legs are so long on the red carpet. It's really nice to take advantage of the heat of the Golden Hall."
"Puff, this hook!"
"Mr. Wang from Puling Capital!"
"Everyone knows that Mr. Wang loves music. He goes to the Golden Hall several times a year."
"The one behind is Mr. Wang's son, Prince, right?"
"It is indeed Mr. Wang's son, but the guy next to Mr. Wang's son looks a little familiar."
"It's Lingkong, the prince of the tribe!"
Some reporters exclaimed that Ling Kong, whose identity was only recently revealed to the public, was also here.
Ling Kong is very handsome and greeted the camera with a smile.
later.
Suddenly, a slightly indifferent voice sounded: "Make way."
Lingkong frowned, looked back, coughed, and silently made way.
This is a lady, he can't afford to offend her.
The arrival of his father Ling Zhou could make the other party a little more polite.
"This woman has such a bad temper and she dresses so flashily. Why doesn't she just debut as a girl group?"
The son of Mr. Wang next to Lingkong curled his lips.
"Prince, keep your voice down."
Ling Kong said with an embarrassed expression, how many girl groups can this guy buy, and what girl group can he debut in
The prince snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid of her."
Lingkong was becoming more and more embarrassed. You're not afraid, but I am!
The woman who made Ling Kong feel intimidated was about twenty years old, with an incredibly beautiful appearance. She wore a long black skirt that dragged on the ground, which was inlaid with countless pearls. The necklace around her neck almost blinded people's eyes. She attracted countless attention from reporters almost as soon as she appeared!
"Lilia!?"
"The thorny rose among the top socialites in Central China."
"What kind of socialite is she? Which socialite is as good as her?"
This woman is not simple.
As Lilia walked quickly down the red carpet, a girl next to her asked with a smile, "Do you have a grudge against that second-generation kid from the tribe?"
"No."
"Then why are you arguing with him?"
"He's blocking my photographer."
"… "
There are so many reporters around, and you still bring your own photographer
The girl smiled bitterly, and was used to this guy's flamboyant personality: "Let's go directly to the box. I hope we can find a song that satisfies you today."
"Um."
Lilia nodded, but she was playing with her phone. Soon she saw a piece of news online:
Lilia, the most talented business woman in Zhongzhou, appeared in the Golden Hall and stole the show!
This draft was published too quickly.
At first glance, it is obvious that it is a "stunning press release" prepared in advance.
With a satisfied smile, Lilia and the girl beside her walked upstairs.
…
Lin Yuan didn't know what was happening outside.
After not staying in the lounge for long, Lin Yuan, Yang Zhongming and Zheng Jing entered the VIP box.
The Golden Hall is the main venue for seating.
On the floors above the hall are numerous private rooms prepared for top VIPs.
Dad Qu is, of course, a top VIP.
After entering the box, Zheng Jing smiled and said to Lin Yuan: "When you are able to hold a solo concert, remember to find your Uncle Yang. He has already said that you can't let him get away."
Lin Yuan asked: "Is there anything particular about it?"
Zheng Jing smiled and said, "If your uncle Yang helps you organize the concert, you can invite some people that Qu Dad can't invite. Your peers will be more careful when they speak to you. If he doesn't help you, who knows how your peers and the media will comment on you. Of course, there are other benefits. You will know later. Even though Zhongzhou sent two people to snipe you, in fact, you are not a match in the eyes of some people now. They don't play pop music anymore, and they don't even think much of it. What they pursue is to be able to show off in places like the Golden Hall."
"Um."
Lin Yuan seemed to be thinking about something.
There seem to be a lot of tricks involved here.
The difference between Qu's dad and other Qu's dads probably lies in this.
The so-called personal concert must be piano music or even have a symphony structure.
The latter is an area he has not yet touched upon.
Even in the piano, he only made half a step into it, and his works are very limited.
It seems that even if I want to become Qu's father, I still have a long way to go.
"That's right."
Zheng Jing smiled and said, "I seemed to see a few second-generations when I went upstairs just now. There are always some kids hanging out in the Golden Hall, but some of them are really knowledgeable, like Lilia from Zhongzhou. Some of the second-generations there have been trained very well by their elders, and only a few are useless."
Lin Yuan didn't respond to this topic.
The second generation must be from a very powerful family.
Lin Yuan only knew Ling Kong, the second generation of a powerful family, and his impression of him was not very good.
"Which round is Xiaoyu'er in?"
Yang Zhongming suddenly spoke up, saying that he also liked to follow Zheng Jing in calling Lin Yuan "Little Fish".
"Round six."
Lin Yuan spoke, and Xiao Gudong had confirmed this with him, but Xiao Gudong was not qualified to enter the box, and she had arranged a seat in the hall downstairs.
"Um."
Yang Zhongming nodded.
Just at this moment.
Zheng Jing suddenly said, "It's started."
really.
In the center of the stage below the Golden Hall.
Applause broke out, and a pianist bowed and took his seat in front of a white piano.
On the big screen on stage.
The background was thick twilight, with a full moon hanging in the sky, gradually obscured by darkness.
at the same time.
An elegant piano sound rang out.
This song is very sad, like a kind of sorrow, a woman's sorrow. After all, Matsushima Ame herself is a female composer, and she describes this twilight from her own perspective.
Under the twilight.
The crow is flapping its wings.
Bats flew across the sky.
The slightly cold feeling conveyed makes people feel like they are being invaded by the night wind, as if an inexplicable emotion is rising from the bottom of their hearts.
Gradually.
The melody slows down.
The moon reappeared in the sky, but it seemed as if half of it had been bitten off by a celestial dog, leaving only half a moon hanging there, with a kind of incomplete beauty.
This is a very powerful song.
The gloomier the first half is, the more soothing the second half is, especially the feeling of regret and helplessness at the end, which makes people linger on it in their hearts.
The song is over.
The work information appeared on the big screen.
Piano music: Dusk
Composer: Songdao Yu
Performer: Casio
Information introduction appeared on the big screen.
Zheng Jing raised her eyebrows: "The rumors are true, Songdao Yu participated in this concert. This song should be the opponent you will face soon. It seems to be quite difficult."
"Yeah, that's great."
Lin Yuan knew that Songdao Yu was his opponent, but he didn't expect that the first round would be his opponent's work. This was the level of the Zhongzhou master...
“It’s really good.”
Yang Zhongming suddenly spoke.
Zheng Jing said: "It's really good to have a work that you can praise, but I have confidence in our Xiao Yuer!"
We talked a lot on the way here.
Zheng Jing and Yang Zhongming knew that Lin Yuan would also have a song to perform on stage.
…
See the work information.
In different private rooms.
Discussions about the work began to emerge.
"This song, Songdao Yu, is considered his best work in the past two years."
“The atmosphere is great.”
"The quartet of melody is handled very well, the melody of the main and answering sentences is very comfortable, and the imitation of the same melody in different voices is very accurate. Unfortunately, it does not suit my taste, and the ending is a bit deliberate..."
"I quite like it."
"It's a bit feminine. Most of Songdao Yu's works are in this tone. Generally speaking, they are excellent."
"This is very difficult for someone of Qu Dad's level to achieve."
There are usually no less than three people in the box.
After all, the number of private rooms is limited, and even Qu Dads have to make do with each other.
And in the box on the east side.
Lilia smiled: "It seems that this trip was not in vain. The first piece of work is exactly what I want."
"Buy it?"
The girl next to her spoke up.
Lilia shook her head: "It's not that serious yet, let's think about it."
Lilia has invested in many industries, especially some entertainment industries. Among them, there is a movie that Lilia attaches great importance to. However, this movie lacks a beautiful enough soundtrack, mainly because the feeling of the night is difficult to grasp. The song "Matsushima Rain" is more in line with Lilia's taste.
"Then it's to be determined."
The girl spoke and wrote down the song.
at the same time.
In the box where Lingkong and the prince were.
The prince said impatiently: "I really have no interest in these things. My dad insisted on dragging me over to listen. It's boring."
"This work..."
Ling Kong had a serious expression. Unlike the prince, he listened very carefully. However, when he wanted to introduce something, he clearly saw the prince yawn, so he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Playing the lute to a cow.
The box on the other side.
Ito Makoto applauded: "Excellent."
“It’s interesting.”
Songdao Yu was a little proud: "Although it's still not perfect, I've thought about it for a long time and haven't found a way to improve it."
“It’s already very difficult to change it at this point.”
Makoto Ito sighed: "Often, works that are completed in one go have a life of their own. If you change them, it will destroy the original charm."
"Can you beat me in the season rankings?"
"I should be able to beat you in terms of downloads, but I lost in terms of word of mouth."
Makoto Ito only thought about it for a moment and came up with the answer. Not everyone can appreciate this kind of classical music.
"No problem."
Songdao Yudao said: "Zhongzhou intends to change the chart-winning model. In the future, pop music and piano music and other music forms will be separated. They are not in the same system, so there is no need to mix them up. You are the main force to deal with Xianyu."
"No."
Ito Makoto shook his head and said, "I heard that Xianyu also came to this concert, and came with Yang Zhongming. Yang Zhongming also said something very interesting. If I'm not mistaken, Xianyu should have a song on stage today."
"What a coincidence?"
Matsushima Yu showed a surprised expression. Was the other party playing a piano piece? Could it be that he was the main force
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ps: Places like the Golden Hall are very important for the later plot of this book, so I have devoted a little more attention to it. I would like to write more deeply, but that would affect the rhythm. I should wait until the Golden Hall becomes Xiaoyuer’s home court.