I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1719
The two have special identities, and the music festival is relatively loose.

They left together, and no one said anything.

Instead, she rejected Mai Liwen's offer to send someone to take care of her.

Although the old men are old, they are not that old yet.

Coming out of the side door, Mancini actually took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, and handed it to Rioste.

Rioster was speechless for a while.

But when he saw people smoking, he himself was a little ready to move.

Still took the cigarette and lit it.

Two 80-year-old men began to puff in the aisle.

"Rioster, do me a favor!" Mancini said.

"what?"

"No matter how you say it, An Ran is also a genius, even a genius among geniuses, and he is so knowledgeable and versatile, I think he will be a very good seedling!"

"Mancini, what do you want to say? Just say it!" Riost felt that this old guy should be thinking the same as himself.

"I mean help him!"

Mancini was smoking a cigarette, "If he didn't write well, or even didn't write it out, you can use your own to play a part, anyway, you have a lot of short parts, I know that."

Rioster nodded, "You think the same as I do, he is a talent, I don't want to see him buried, even if he still likes pop music in the end, it's fine..."

Fuck, is this old guy so broad-minded?

Mancini stood in awe.

In fact, Rioster was certain that An Ran should know something about symphony, otherwise he would not have dared to agree.

And you take a look at Enron's introduction on Wikipedia?

Nima's works cover almost all aspects of music, all of which are high-quality products, and none of the songs they release has less than one million downloads.

It is known as a "boutique manufacturing machine". He looked at it and found that there are many types and styles.

Especially the few he knows.

For example, he also likes the song "Hotel California". The guitar part in it, whether it is arranging or playing, is at a master level and is quite beautiful.

Such a strong man must have dabbled in symphony.

It's hard to say how much attainment there is.

But at least it can be cultivated.

Sometimes genius really trumps hard work.

That's why he wanted to help An Ran.

And Mancini is much more innocent than him, he just wants to help An'an.

Because this kid has a good temper and is very talented.

If it were 20 years ago, he wouldn't even glance at An Ran's death.

I don't know why now, but I feel like I want to help, probably because I am old, so my heart has softened.

Rioster said: "Why don't we go and see this kid together, or I'll write a paragraph for him on the spot, that would be better."

Mancini's eyes lit up, "You are still treacherous!"

Fuck, how did you talk?
Is this treacherous?This is my witty good or bad.

The two old men stubbed out their cigarette butts, threw them into the trash can, and walked around the backstage from the outside passage.

When the backstage staff saw the two people coming in, they immediately became numb.

How did these two grandpas come in.

Not to mention the high status, the key is that they are old, and there is no one next to them. If they fall here or something, then they can't bear the responsibility.

"Hey, two, why are you in the back?"

The chief director in charge of the party hurried over.

These two are fossil-level veterans, and he dare not neglect them.

"Where's Enron?" Mancini asked.

safely?

Did you come here for that guy?

"He's in lounge No. [-]!" the chief director said, "Do you two want to see him? I'll take you there."

"No, we'll go by ourselves!" Mancini waved his hand.

"This... let me take the two of you!" The implication is that you two are so old, what should you do if you have problems in the past!
I take it with me so that I can take care of it.

Mancini pulled his old face, and his face was full of wrinkles, and he was a little unhappy.

"Just say we go by ourselves!"

"Ah!" The chief director looked at it, "Alright then!"

He couldn't afford to mess with these two old men. The point was that he was too old. If something went wrong if he got angry with them, then he would be finished.

The two old men swayed, talking and laughing, and walked towards the No. [-] lounge.

This lounge is the one furthest from the backstage and is less likely to be disturbed.

The two walked over, and before they reached the door, they saw two tall and thick men standing at the door.

These two strong men were dressed in suits and leather shoes, with serious faces, earbuds in their ears, walkie-talkies in their hands, and hands on their lower abdomen.

He looked around cautiously.

From time to time, some people put their ears on the door and listened.

Seems to be sure there is no one inside.

Mancini was unhappy, isn't this troublesome?
This is the top floor of the Empire State Building, the [-]th floor. Did you let someone go out the window and fall to your death?

As for doing it like thieves?

Moreover, Huan Liang didn't look like an ordinary security guard at first glance, this professionalism is a bodyguard, right?

Mancini walked over.

The two obviously knew the two old men.

Seeing the two people approaching the door, the bald man hurriedly said, "Mr. Mancini, Mr. Rioster..."

Mancini asked, "Is the person still inside?"

"Yes!" the bald head said.

"We're going to go in and have a look!" Mancini said.

The bald man was a little embarrassed, "This..."

Rioster said: "Who sent you here, you can ask now."

The bald man said: "You two wait a moment."

Stepping aside, the bald man called Wall.

Wall, who was watching the music festival, was having fun with the people next to him, and felt his phone vibrate.

I took it out and saw that it belonged to my bodyguard.

Pick up the phone.

The bodyguard just said it straight, saying that Mancini and Rioster are two old guys who are now in the backstage, and it depends on how An Ran writes, let them in.

Wall was a little at a loss, what are these two old men doing?
After thinking for a while, he said, "Let them go!"

It's impossible for these two guys to help An Ran, because it doesn't make sense.

And being disturbed by these two old fellows, it was even more impossible for An Ran to write anything.

Wouldn't it be safer.

So Wall has no reason to object.

After hanging up the phone, Wall said, "The two old guys went backstage to check on An Ran..."

Mai Liwen was puzzled, "What are they doing to see An Ran?"

"The devil knows, but I believe it won't be a good thing!" Wal said with a smile: "This delay, it is even more impossible for An Ran to write it!"

Mai Liwen nodded slightly.

In fact, for Enron, every minute is precious.

Now that someone is watching again, don't even think about escaping, just write it hard.

I guess I'm scratching my head right now.

After a while, two old men went in, caring about disturbing...

An Ran will surely die tonight.

Both Mai Liwen and Lai Sen were very happy, they just took it as the curiosity of the two old men, and they didn't take it seriously at all.

Backstage, the two old men got a reply from the bald man at the door, and they could go in.

Then there was a light knock on the door...

The first time I knocked on the door, no one answered.

The second time there was still no answer.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes, because this situation is not normal!

(End of this chapter)