Cheng Yiran soon returned to Zhong Luochen's home and told him what happened in the club.
Cheng Yiran didn't say that there was another flaw in the guitar that he didn't know about except for its range.
As the saying goes, when the tune in one's heart changes, one's magic will disappear along with it … What kind of tune is that?
The melody in the heart.
…
"Did he really say that?"
Zhong Luochen was obviously lost in thought about the last sentence of the mysterious businessman mentioned by Cheng Yiran.
At this time, Cheng Yiran suddenly found that Mr. Zhong, who had a huge amount of wealth, was surprisingly scary when he was silent.
He felt like he was looking at a fake person.
"I think he's right," Li Tianlan said. Cheng Yiran said indifferently, "Since you're also a guest, why do you want me to inquire about it … That's not right. You could have gone there yourself. "
Zhong Luochen said indifferently, "You think I'm using you as a spearhead and you're not satisfied?"
Cheng Yiran's innate imposing manner was much weaker. Being looked at by Zhong Luochen, his imposing manner became even weaker. Thinking that he had nothing to rely on in front of this man except for the guitar, he became even weaker.
But at this time, he still coldly snorted … He could only blame himself. His heart was in a mess from the start. Once his heart was in a mess, his actions appeared to be without order. Compared to the children of this kind of rich and powerful family, he was clearly too lacking.
"If necessary, I'll go."
Zhong Luochen suddenly smiled, "The most important thing now is your problem … Now that we know the range of this guitar, at least we won't be so passive."
Cheng Yiran gave a start, "What's your plan?"
Zhong Luochen squinted his eyes and smiled, "Of course to maximize the range … You have a good rest and prepare for the next program. The next one is six days later, we still have a lot of time to prepare. "
Not long after, Cheng Yun came back with Cheng Yiran's luggage. The director of Feiyun Entertainment was carrying big and small bags, which was quite funny.
However, Cheng Yun, who had just returned, was immediately ordered to go out by Cheng Yiran … It was not easy to be a golden follower.
"Hello, Director … Yes, I am Cheng Yun. As for the next episode of the show, our company would like to sponsor it separately. Request? Of course, there are requirements … Don't worry, we won't interfere with the results of the competition. Yes, don't worry. We just want to help you make this show bigger. Listen to me, we plan to hold our next program at the Flourishing Lotus Gymnasium … What do you think? A stage that could hold nearly 70,000 people was shocking enough for a TV show, right? And not just for the next episode, but for every episode in the future, we will do the same! Until the end of this season's program! "
The director of the TV station: Of course, the director of the TV station who is nicknamed Snow Pear Station is. Roar!
The director of the Snow Pear TV Station agreed without hesitation and looked for the director of the program group for a discussion.
But unexpectedly, the director of the program group frowned and raised an objection.
"Station Head! To be honest, it's not good if the program is made like this. In such a huge scene, if the singer has a flaw, it will be easily covered by the sound and the spacious space. If we don't do a small stretch, the meaning of the program itself will be lost. "
"What I want is only the ratings! What you want is only the work! That's enough! "
The director sighed, but only sighed in his heart: System.
So, work.
…
…
Bumpy, bumpy.
"Well … A newcomer beating a veteran boss?"
On a small town bus, a young woman with white hair and strange clothes, chewing gum all day long attracted the attention of the passengers on the bus.
"Another newcomer, all in the monster series … So boring."
Nero's fingers swiped on the phone casually — Was this town bus too slow? She was so bored that she even had to read this kind of boring news online to pass the time.
After a long time, the sleepy Nero heard the voice of the old driver, so she yawned and got off the bus.
It still attracted the attention of almost all the passengers, but Nero, who didn't care about this at all, just shrugged and quietly took out the gum from her mouth.
Before getting off the car, Nero stuck it on the armrest of the car and then showed a malicious smile.
Sure enough, it felt good to do a prank …
Nero put her hands together, stretched hard, and then looked at the memorial arch at the entrance of the town in front of her.
Rushui Town.
"Is Kuck hiding in this place?"
Nero yawned again as if she was not awake. She touched her stomach and muttered weakly, "Ah, my stomach is here. Let's eat something first … "
…
Generally speaking, the gossip in Rushui Town began to spread from the riverside.
As for why the riverside? Of course, it was because most of the people who came here were people who washed clothes during the day … And most of the people who came here to wash clothes were women who enjoyed gossiping and decorating the plain life of Rushui Town.
So we called them aunties who did nothing but gossip.
Aunty No. 1 who did nothing but gossip said, "Oh, let me tell you, when I passed by San Er's shop yesterday, I saw a man!"
Aunty No. 2 who did nothing but gossip said disdainfully, "Tsk tsk, it's old news! I saw him a few days ago! "
Aunty No. 3 who did nothing but gossip said disdainfully, "You are all outdated! That day, I saw San 'er and this man cuddling in the backyard! "
No. 4, "I heard that he has lived here for a long time!"
Number Five: "I heard that the rascal Zhang Kun had a fight with this man! Zhang Kun was hospitalized because he couldn't win, but he was too ashamed to tell others, so he said that he accidentally fell into a pit at night! "
No. 6, "I heard that he is a foreigner!"
No. 7, "Isn't live streaming popular recently? I heard that San Er is actually indecent! She was flirting with her mobile phone, and that was how she managed to trick the foreigner into coming over! Tsk tsk, tsk tsk! "
No. 8, "It must be because she can't stand the loneliness. After all, she hasn't had a man for several years, how can she stand it! Oh, I don't know if the foreigner's voice is really that big … Tsk tsk, tsk tsk! "
And No. 9, No. 10, No. 11, No. 23, No. 4, No. 6, No. 7, No. 8, and No. 9.
These voices were like flies, which would run away after being swatted and come back after running away, always in your ears, buzzing, buzzing — San Er didn't go to the riverside to wash clothes recently.
It was just that the people in town who came to buy tofu from her tofu shop always had a trace of expectation in their eyes. Their gazes were far more enthusiastic than usual when they looked at the living quarters behind her shop.
She hated this place.
Since her husband left, San Er hated this place.
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