Brother, why bother to make contributions to your symphony industry and offer Lei Feng (wait, who is Lei Feng? What sounds familiar this day? ) can’t you just show up in English and take a look at it?
How many excellent harpists are there in your group? Then I don’t care if they are so good, let them create it themselves!
This position must be fixed today!
No? I’ll cry for you if I don’t give it!
It is very difficult to see Wu Liang’s firm expression Wang Jingfei because he knows that money seems to be unable to solve it.
But it’s really hard for him.
He admitted that Wu Liang was the creator of this piece of music, and he also performed the first sogeum solo perfectly.
But symphony is not a personal matter, it is a team as a whole.
Hundreds of people in the symphony orchestra follow him for a living. Wang Jingfei always gets a bowl of water when he usually does things. If there is a slight mistake, everyone in the orchestra pokes his spine. Although he is a head of the group outside, he is treated at the departmental level, but he is a punching bag leader. If you want to get angry, you should also find him.
He is also in a dilemma!
Imagine if he gave Wu Liang the position of Xiaoqin player this time, what would his Xiaoqin players say about him?
Afraid his spine will be poked off when he gets back?
Wang Jingfei is really the first two big men who have to look to the side for help.
Ankylin is white, and his situation also shows a sympathetic look.
But after sympathy, he buried his face deeply in Wu Liang’s music as if he didn’t see Wang Jingfei’s eyes at all.
"Mom …" Wang Jingfei was white and bloodless. I didn’t expect Mr. An, a heavy guy, to be so unintelligent.
All right, all right, anyway, if you give him a knife, you will die with a knife!
Wang Jingfei bit his teeth and smiled at Wu Liangjiang. "Wu Laodi is not a brother. I won’t help you. It’s the teachers in the group. I don’t know what to say …"
"once!" Wu Liang suddenly pulled out a finger and said to him, "I want to participate in the performance of the English exchange group this time, and I won’t ask for it again after this time."
"once?" Jing-fei wang leng leng he also Wu Liang is ready to grab the position of the piano player of the symphony orchestra.
"Right once" Wu Liang nods a way
"Well …" Wang Jingfei picked up the bar.
It’s easier to say if it’s once.
Although Wang Jingfei’s visit to England with the Prime Minister is the best opportunity to become famous, it is estimated that Wu Liang also set his eyes on this opportunity to have such a request.
But after all, people are the creators of this song!
Why should people help you become famous if you don’t give some benefits?
Win-win is the way to get along for a long time. Do you want to eat alone? That’s outrageous!
Wang Jingfei listened to Wu Liang and said that this time he finally made a decision and nodded to Wu Liang happily. "That’s good for this time! Brother Wu doesn’t know when you will come and practice with us? "
Chapter four hundred and sixty-seven You must be happy
So Wu Liang recorded the "New Song" program and another job was to rehearse "Butterfly Lovers" with the musicians of the National Symphony Orchestra.
In this way, the two sides rushed for a week.
Wu Liang rarely stole a little leisure the day before recording the "New Song" program. It happened that there was not much to do with Lu Xue on this day, so the two of them were ready to go out for a walk.
Go shopping with your girlfriend. It’s a matter of course
However, Wu Liang’s words rang at the moment when the two men changed their clothes and shoes and were ready to walk out the door.
I picked up the phone and found that it was an old friend I hadn’t seen for a long time.
Wu Liang immediately answered the phone and asked, "Hey Song Ge, why did you think of calling me?"
That’s right. It was Wu Liang who made the call live. Song Jikai, the great local tyrant and the idle king of Song Dynasty.
It is said that since Song Jikai bought songs from Wu Liang on behalf of his cousin Liang Yanni, the two of them have never met again. However, Song Jikai supported Wu Liang in the live broadcast as always and often gave him a golden dragon office. The two of them kept good.
But I heard Song Jikai falter over there and said anxiously, "I don’t know if I should tell you about this matter, but I think I may have some Yan Ni with you. She is ill."
"Ah?" Wu Liang called a Liang Yanni sick in surprise?
Is it something serious? Otherwise, why would Song Jikai call himself?
Does she also have any incurable leukemia and cancer?
At the thought of Wu Liang, a little girl with a ponytail who called herself "master" crisply, she couldn’t help but sink in her heart and quickly asked, "What’s wrong with her? Is she seriously ill?"
Song Jikai said, "Don’t get excited yet. It’s not too serious. She suddenly fainted while filming. The doctor checked that she fainted because of overwork and biological dysfunction. Now she has woken up and there is no danger to her life for the time being."
"Oh" Wu Liang was relieved when he heard that Yanni Liang was safe.
But soon he got strange, but he fainted because of overwork. Why did Song Jikai talk to himself in such a hurry?
Moreover, he also said that it seems a little bit like herself. What does Liang Yanni have to do with herself when she fainted because of overwork?
This ya won’t lose your head in a hurry and make a wrong call, will you?
He asked Song Jikai curiously, "If it’s a small problem, the hospital can handle it. Why are you calling me?"
Song Jikai hesitated and suddenly gritted his teeth. "Actually, I don’t think Yan Ni is sick this time. She should be a heart disease!"
"Heart disease?" Wu Liang’s eyes are wide open. Shouldn’t he be looking for a psychiatrist? Why are you looking for me?
Is it because you are addicted to watching long-term songs in my live broadcast to soothe those lonely hearts and I am a part-time psychologist?
No, young man, your idea is very dangerous!
Wu Liang sighed a pair of Song Jikai and said, "Since it’s a heart disease, why do you go to a psychologist?"
"alas!" Song Jikai sighed and said naively, "Brother Wu, haven’t you heard it yet? Yan Ni has a heart disease and you have it!"
"What do you mean scared?" Wu Liang was shocked. "How can Yan Ni’s heart disease be with me again?"
Song Jikai replied, "Actually, since I came back from your concert, I found that there was something wrong with this girl. During this period, she worked hard to pick up work and did everything, making herself like a gyro. I kept on stopping and was in a daze for several times. I secretly saw her crying. I asked her what she was crying, but she didn’t say anything about Brother Wu. I intuitively felt that this matter must have something to do with you!"
"My concert?" Wu Liang scratched his head.
He also remembered the concert. Yanni Liang left before he finished singing. According to Gao Yike, the girl’s eyes seemed red when she left, and I don’t know if something happened.
But what happened? Why did she become so strange after she came back from her concert?
Wu Liang didn’t doubt Song Jikai’s words. After all, Song Jikai is a rich second generation, but he has a good temper. Wu Liang still believes in him.
But he said it had something to do with himself, which made people understand.
I didn’t do anything to offend that girl.
With a hint of confusion, Wu Liang turned his head and looked at the snow beside him.
"What’s the matter?" And road snow looked at his strange eyes puzzled and asked
"I want to ask if you saw that girl Yanni Liang during my concert at the Olympic Sports Center?" Wu Liang asked her
"Yes, how can I not see such a big person?" And road snow pie mouth said
"Did you find anything unusual about her at that time?" Wu Liang hurriedly ask again
"Abnormal place?" And Lu Xue blinked. "No, she was fine at that time. She was still laughing with us backstage. What’s wrong?"
"That’s strange?" Wu Liang rubbed his hands and said, "Song Ge said that after she returned from the concert, she suddenly became strange and tired herself. Is it something I don’t know, such as the death of her relatives?"