Chapter 405
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After holding it in for a while.
Arne then said, "I was being nosy. I'll add it for him now."
"It's good that you know your place."
Pei Yunge laughed lazily and hung up the call very quickly.
This infuriated Arne even more.
"This YUN! She's simply young and frivolous! "
Jin Zhiheng sipped his tea silently. "But she's talented."
"So what if she's talented? Someone like her …"
Before Arne could finish speaking, Jin Zhiheng suddenly paused. He placed the teacup on the table heavily and leaned closer to the computer.
It was as if he wanted to see how the 107 elder played.
"What are you doing?" Arne was shocked by his action and quickly turned to ask.
"Look at the way he plays …"
At first, Jin Zhiheng also felt that YUN's personal preferences were a little strange. Why would she take a fancy to such an ordinary old man?
But not long after, he realized that something was wrong.
"Look at the movements of his fingers and elbows when he plays … Also, this small section just now … seems to have about two to three hundred notes." Jin Zhiheng was stunned.
At first, he only felt that this composition and style were very mediocre. In fact … it was not likable.
But now that he listened carefully, it was an original score that was extremely difficult to play. Moreover, it had a strong emotional impact.
Arne's expression changed. He did not expect that this was really the one that was almost missed.
But not long after …
He was still disdainful. "He's already so old. What's the use of coming to the International Musicians' Association?
Besides, we still need to listen carefully to this song to realize that it's different. What about ordinary listeners? "
…
Bei Yunge was quite interested in this score, but perhaps because the style was too different, it needed to be polished.
She wrote for about twenty minutes. Just as she found the old man's email and was about to send it over, she paused.
A moment later.
At the end, Pei Yunge typed another paragraph of text.
[The score is not bad. I'm looking forward to the next round.]
After typing, she sent it and turned off her computer.
At this moment.
At the Bo family residence.
The atmosphere was especially strange.
Bo Xiuchen glanced at Father and Mother Bo, who did not look too good.
"If Grandpa likes it, let him do it."
In the past, when Old Master Bo was young, his family did not allow him to learn music because he was the only heir of the family.
But now that there was someone in the family managing the company, the old man could do whatever he wanted.
"Are we not going to let him do it now?"
Mr. Bo's face darkened. "Your grandfather heard from others that the people who advanced in the second round of the International Musicians' Association have already received the news. He hasn't.
Right now, the old man is fishing and thinking about life. "
At first, he did not agree to Old Master Bo going because he was afraid that Old Master Bo would not be able to advance and would be so upset that he would not be able to eat for a few days.
But now, what he was afraid of had happened.
"Can't the International Musicians' Association be bought with money?" Bo Xiuchen frowned.
Mr. and Mrs. Bo's expressions changed.
But very quickly, Mother Bo carefully looked upstairs. Seeing that there was no movement, she dared to speak softly.
"Mom has used her connections. Mr. Jin, who is in charge of recruitment, is my old classmate. But no matter what, they refused to open the back door. "
Bo Xiuchen was silent for a moment. "Where are the others in charge?"
"One of them is from Country B. It's said that he has a big problem with people who are too old. It won't work either."
Mrs. Bo thought for a while and said, "There's another one. The person in charge is from our country."
Bo Xiuchen looked at her. "Who is it?"
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