"Who is she? Why is she so domineering?" Li De was confused and wanted to curse back at her.
But he was not sure why Haitong did this, so he called Zhang Yang specifically to find out the other party's background first.
Zhang Yang understood what he meant and raised his hand to press his brow: "Forget it, she is a girl after all, be more generous."
Li De: "No, Brother Yang, I just can't stand it."
"Then bear with it for a while." Zhang Yang interrupted him and said, "She is the granddaughter of Comrade Ye, so she is half a little sister to me."
Li De took a deep breath and said, "Master Wang?"
"if not?"
Zhang Yang didn't want to bring up Ye Wangchuan, but looking at the situation, if he didn't bring up Ye Wangchuan's name, he was afraid that Li De would not let it go.
Li De really stopped talking: "…She is so cruel."
Zhang Yang: "Okay, don't be angry. I'll treat you to a meal some other day, and I'll pay for all your expenses at Lanting."
Li De finally felt better: "Thank you, brother."
Then he said embarrassedly: "You and that woman are not relatives, how can I eat your food?"
Zhang Yang was very generous: "I'm inviting you, so I'm inviting you. We're all friends, so don't be polite to me."
"Thank you, brother." Li De felt completely relieved now.
Zhang Yang exchanged a few more pleasantries with him.
Li De asked him if he had also gone to the theater.
Zhang Yang said he would go in right away.
He tactfully found an excuse, said a few words casually, and hung up the phone.
Zhang Yang then slowly looked at the hung up call on his mobile phone, and then thought of Haitong's trick.
He wanted to send a message to Ye Wangchuan, but he felt that Haitong's little matter was not worthy of disturbing Ye Wangchuan while he was recovering from his injuries.
Zhang Yang stood at the door and thought for a moment, then gave up telling Ye Wangchuan and walked into the theater.
The interior of the National Grand Theatre is shaped like a glass shell, combining the aesthetics of the East and the West.
The white exterior wall shows a continuous curve and smooth surface, like a piece of bright and condensed snowflakes, white and dazzling, the overall design is elegant and simple, giving people vitality and infinite imagination space. This is not the first time Zhang Yang has come here.
He walked in with ease and found his seat.
And soon saw acquaintances.
He went to meet him immediately.
"Mr. Nie. You are here too?"
"?"
Nie Mi was old after all. He was stunned for a second, then immediately remembered him: "You are here. Then Nian Nian..."
He looked left and right.
There was no sign of Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan.
Zhang Yang said to him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Mr. Wang and Miss Qiao didn't come, so I came here alone. Why did you come here too?"
Although Nie Mi was disappointed, he was still quite nice to Zhang Yang: "Their creators have some connections with me, so they can be considered my half-unnamed apprentice."
"He told me he was going to perform in Beijing, gave me a ticket, and invited me to come. I happened to have nothing to do, so I came to see how they were doing."
The Song of Everlasting Sorrow itself carries ancient history and is a profound piece of classical music.
Nie Mi is the top master in the country in this field.
When the creative team first conceived this musical, they used various connections to contact Nie Mi and consulted Nie Mi on many professional issues.
Nie Mi devoted his life to inheriting classical musical instruments and promoting classical music. Of course, he never spared any time and energy. He worked with them on ideas and provided them with help in the early days.
The musical later became a huge hit.
I even performed several shows abroad.
Nie Mi was proud of them from the bottom of his heart.
(End of this chapter)