Since Qiao Nian is going to Beijing to develop, the Jiang family is also a powerful force in Beijing, so they can take her with them when the time comes.
It’s just that she likes cuisine with heavier flavors and has no interest in the light Suzhou cuisine. Although Yu Fu is good, the taste is too light and she may not like it.
Tang Wanru thought she could win him over in one go, but was rejected in the end. Fortunately, Nie Mi did not refuse to death, so they still have a chance.
She has always been a person who believes in taking the initiative. If she misses the opportunity right in front of her, she will most likely lose it.
Since they are here and have not scheduled a dinner, they should at least make their purpose known and seize the initiative.
She stopped Nie Mi who was about to leave and said with a smile: "Mr. Nie, it's like this, we came here for another matter today."
If it were someone else, given Nie Mi's notoriously weird personality, he would have left without giving any face.
But their surname is Jiang.
He was patient, his bright eyes already showing his displeasure: "If you have anything else to say, please tell me all at once. I'm in a hurry."
He made an appointment to meet the girl.
Time waits for no one. If someone leaves, he will have to find time again.
Tang Wanru winked at Jiang Xianrou, who walked over with her phone in hand and said, "It's like this, Grandpa Nie, I have a song I want you to listen to and see if there's anything that needs to be modified."
This was the first method they had discussed before, to try to impress Mr. Nie with their talent.
If that doesn't work, use personal connections.
Jiang Xianrou's song won first place and she was full of confidence in her work.
Who would have thought that at this very moment, someone would come over and say, "What a coincidence, I also have a piece of music that I would like Mr. Nie to help me appreciate."
Tang Wanru had waited a long time for this opportunity, but was suddenly cut off by someone. She frowned subconsciously and saw who was coming. It was Wei Ling. She pulled her face down and tried hard not to explode: "The piece Xianrou won the first place in the Piano Association this year."
What I mean is, what good music do you have to show off
Wei Ling smiled, as if she didn't hear the sting in her words, and said to the old man in Zhongshan suit with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Nie, I am Wei Ling. I am the president of the Piano Association. It's like this, I have a niece who is also learning piano. She wrote a piece of music before and won the second place. The piece is good, but there are some unreasonable places. I think the piece can be better, but my talent is limited, so I can't help her adjust it. If you have time, Mr. Nie, could you please have a meal with me and help me listen to the piece of music?"
Haha! Tang Wanru really laughed.
Her eyes became sharp, and she immediately whispered, "Second place? I remember Xianrou telling me that the song that won second place this year was suspected of plagiarism and was not written by the person involved at all?"
Since Wei Ling dared to bring this up, she was prepared to be criticized. She was the president of the Piano Association, and it was not easy for her to erase the black mark. It was just a matter of a word. She said lightly: "Oh, that, it was a misunderstanding. The song was written by my niece herself, but someone helped to modify it at the time. Not much was changed. My niece also made the final revisions later. Who knew that person was jealous when he saw the song won the award and came out to report it. Out of respect for music, my niece chose to give up the second place award."
(End of this chapter)