I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1717 One and a half hours
It didn't matter that this search didn't matter, Rioster was taken aback.

He handed the phone to Mancini.

"Hey, look."

Mancini was curious and took a look.

On Enron's Wikipedia, there is actually a large sheet of densely packed pages, and the progress bar can't reach the end.

"Xiazhou famous musician, director, screenwriter, producer, advertising creative, pianist, piano composer, world Go No.1, calligrapher, painter, poet, writer..."

It's a long way for Nima to bring "home".

He knows very well that it is not an ordinary person who can add the word "family".

Throw out this string of identities, anyone can eat it.

There is also the independent general manager of Creative Entertainment and Creative Film and Television.

These two are the first social identities, followed by more titles than the professional identities in front of him.

Mancini almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"My God, what is Mai Liwen doing?"

Whether it was Mancini or Rioster, Mai Liwen had greeted them beforehand.

But Mancini is better, Mai Liwen just recommended it.

You must know that Mancini has very strict requirements for the stage play. If An Ran can't write it, he will be ruined by Mancini.

Rioster wanted to test An Ran.

The desired result is the same as that of Mai Liwen, but the starting point is different.

One is to make An Ran bad, and the other is to really see how this guy's symphony is.

After the previous identity introduction, there is a series of An Ran's deeds.

Here, all the creations made by An Ran on the spot will be explained later. When and for what reason, this work was improvised by Mr. An Ran.

Dude, there's so much improvisation stuff here.

Most of them are written out with a slap in the head, and then they can be used immediately.

I don't know if this introduction is exaggerated. Even if there is, there are so many songs, some of which are improvised by himself, which is scary enough.

Mancini read this introduction and felt that this is a "genius" and a "god".

Even if he doesn't know anything else and can only write pop songs, this is enough for him to eat for a lifetime.

Besides, they are still capital.

After reading the information, Mancini took a deep breath, seeing the exaggeration of the information made him unable to breathe.

"How is it?" Riost laughed and said, "If it's really that powerful, I'm still looking forward to it."

"Then he will most likely write a symphony." Mancini pondered for a while, "So versatile, maybe he will also write a stage play... I am looking forward to it more and more."

Returning the phone to Rioster, Mancini looked at An Ran on the stage with great interest.

Sure enough, he has the capital to be proud of. No matter from which aspect, he is worthy of the title of "genius".

At first he felt that An Ran was a bit proud of calling herself a "genius".

Now he feels that An Ran is not only not proud, but also a little humble.

Unfortunately, most people don't think so.

Mancini shook his head slightly, the entertainment industry will never tolerate people who tell the truth.

An Ran will either be suppressed, or skyrocket in Xizhou.

He is looking forward to the latter, the entertainment industry in Xizhou is too chaotic, and it needs such a clean stream.

During the exchange between the two, they didn't hear clearly what An Ran said on the stage.

All I could hear was an uproar.

"My God, he actually agreed, he agreed! And he also said that it would be the best if there is a band!"

"No, he's not supposed to have a band."

"But what did you hear him say just now? He said that he gave the organizing committee two hours, and he would write it in the second half of the festival, and asked the organizing committee to find the symphony orchestra during this time. Don't be afraid!"

"I think he's fine, he's so confident."

"Come on, no one can..."

An Ran on the stage smiled confidently: "Mr. Edith, do you agree with what I just said? If you agree, I will write it!"

"Two hours...it's okay!" Edith was taken aback by An Ran's words.

You must know that symphony is not popular music. You write a tune, and you can sing it as soon as you arrange it.

It only takes three to five minutes before and after, and the matching of instruments is not complicated. If the situation is feasible, you can play well with several instruments.

Even if the symphony is only a short section, you have to write all the pieces of each group.

It’s not just about writing a part of the song.

What kind of emotions do you want to express, what kind of wind music and string music are needed, and how to play these instruments to express your emotions.

Everyone's tunes cannot be all the same, and they must be matched reasonably to achieve the best effect.

Even if it is a short paragraph, it is a huge amount of work if you are careful.

A character like Rioster only wrote four symphonies in his life.

Many short paragraphs were considered and matched repeatedly before being finalized.

It often takes three to five days, or even ten days and a half a month, for a short section.

It took two hours for An Ran to open her mouth.

This guy is too floating, and I still don't take Lao Tzu seriously.

"Okay, Mr. An Ran, you must have never expected that Mr. Rioster's band is downstairs, absolutely no problem!" East showed a smug smile.

An Ran was stunned.

This is well prepared.

Paralyzed, it looks like today is just digging a hole for me.

Edith looked at him blankly, thinking he was frightened.

"Mr. An Ran, it's too late to regret it now, you promised in front of the live audience and the audience in front of the TV!"

"Regret?" An Ran said with a smile: "It doesn't exist, since there is a band, it's even better!"

He looked at the time, "One and a half hours, prepare me a quieter room."

Edith was taken aback by what An Ran said, are you serious?
He pretended to be a wolf on the surface, but he actually panicked in his heart.

Edith said: "Okay, meet Mr. An Ran's request!"

"Everyone heard it, Mr. An Ran said, one and a half hours, one and a half hours from now, we will hear An Ran's symphony!"

"Everyone applaud Mr. An Ran."

Sparse applause sounded from below.

He clapped a hammer, An Ran was about to commit suicide.

I have never heard of a symphony that can be written so quickly.

Riost was the one who applauded the hardest among the crowd.

He didn't want to tear things down, nor did he gloat, but applauded An Ran's courage.

He and Mancini were more interested in Enron than anyone else.

They have also seen geniuses, and they have had flashes of inspiration, so they believe that someone can write a piece of music in a short time.

But they have never seen a golden song maker like An Ran.

Surprisingly, most of the songs are improvised, even though they are very optimistic about An Ran, they are a little skeptical.

Is it true or false!

Two old guys really want to see...

(End of this chapter)