I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 613 Underground work still to be done

It was so trapped, and it trapped everyone who came out of the theater!

I don't know who gave advice to these young people, mainly young students. Anyway, thousands of people in the literary and art circles were trapped in the theater.

Two or three surrounding streets are blocked and cannot be opened to traffic.

It is estimated that the reporters and media from the entire Beishi City gathered here, marveling at the grand occasion and catching the news.

Therefore, more and more policemen who maintain order are also very civilized and dare not make mistakes.

I can only persuade with various megaphones, but of course no one listens.

In the end, it could only be settled on Jing Xiaoqiang's side. Several cultural celebrities hugged Brother Qi, Li Azong, and Luo Taifu to discuss: "Can we hold a few more concerts, and the price can be negotiated, even if these are college students, we The record company can subsidize some..."

Hehe, Jing Xiaoqiang is familiar with this scene.

Looking at so many young faces, they are actually different from the rolling club members he saw all over the country.

They are all their own children.

Now that he is a college student, Jing Xiaoqiang has a different attitude in his mind.

"That's it...it's not that I can't act, but Cao Fei has brought the singing team back to HK, and then the members of the beyond band have also gone to Jiaopen to prepare for the concert there, so they can only sing casually?"

I thought to myself, this is what you want me to play.

So the expression of reluctance is very real.

Pan Yunyan nodded vigorously as if she understood.

In fact, the three-day concert and today's musical performance have completely proved that Jing Xiaoqiang is a pure performance artist who only talks about business.

You can definitely rest assured that those things will not involve ideology.

He even avoided touching those things.

The thoughts on the other side were also put down, and they kept saying yes, as long as they could sing a few times to entertain the college students.

Jing Xiaoqiang moved the knife calmly: "Let's do it this way. Tomorrow, you can find a university and set up some speakers for a campus performance. There is no charge, and singing is probably enough. Our schedule is quite tight, and the performance at night is not enough. hold up."

Pan Yunyan nodded vigorously again, yes.

Du Ruolan felt that something was wrong, so she quietly pulled her best friend from below and didn't say anything wrong.

They have followed Jing Xiaoqiang into the campus singing so many times, the university campus is definitely different from the commercial performances in society.

It can easily enter the hearts of college students.

Jing Xiaoqiang's string of money can make him voluntarily give up his profits, so there must be greater benefits.

Du Ruolan could guess.

How can other people on the scene expect it.

Seeing that Jing Xiaoqiang said it lightly, it seemed more like a casual way of perfunctory the scene in front of him, and they all said thank you.

The concert must make money, the ticket price is still a big burden on the students, Jing Xiaoqiang is very good at playing it down.

Both Li Azong and Luo Taifu said that Jing Xiaoqiang is really a general...

After a quick discussion and coordination on the spot, he explained to the surroundings with a loudspeaker that Jing Xiaoqiang himself will sing at Beishi University...the middle school stadium next to it for free. Please pay attention to safety now and disperse on your own...

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't know until this moment that the famous Beishi University, known as the No. [-] university in East Asia, is scattered in the city center where the land is extremely tight.

Not to mention the scope of the campus at all, there are a few research buildings here, and a little library there.

Therefore, there is a relatively large stadium within the campus, which is shared by surrounding universities, middle schools and even elementary schools.

As for the municipal stadium where the concert was held before, of course, it was impossible to use it because it was impossible to lend it out for free.

As for the famous Little Arena Stadium, it was built on the burned site, highlighting that during this period of time, there were no suitable concert venues in Beishi, where the tea eggs were open for eating.

Jing Xiaoqiang's attitude is, of course, it doesn't matter, just sing whatever you want.

Pretending to be very careless.

The young people around were naturally cheering, and finally gradually gave way to the road.

When Du Ruolan glanced at Jing Xiaoqiang, she could immediately see the smirk in his eyes, and she felt happy in her heart.

I am not afraid to go through fire and water with him.

But as soon as the group returned to the hotel, countless media were waiting for them.

The leader is of course the young man who asked to act in the theater. He introduced himself as a film and TV critic, screenwriter and TV documentary director, Kang Kaiwen.

In fact, he already got the videotape of "When We Were Young".

Or got it from Shanghai TV station through a friend, Jing Xiaoqiang secretly scolded Lao Tzu for not getting any copyright?

The face is still unhurried: "So what, you can get the relevant parties to allow the show."

Kang Kaiwen was full of enthusiasm: "I am very amazed that such a world like the mainland can create such a humane work, can I ask about your creative process, because I am also a screenwriter and have written scripts for Shanghai Film Studio ..."

creative process?

This was originally... my dear Teacher Wang wanted to dance to this song since we first met, and of course Jing Xiaoqiang wanted to satisfy her.

Then, because the great Dean Mu wanted to display his talents to write a script, this musical was formed that was not intended to be used externally.

But he doesn't like accepting such unhelpful interviews: "I said you should first settle the issue of whether this play can be performed, and then we can talk about creation, and I will add a free performance tomorrow, so we need to cultivate energy." Rest up and rest, I'm sorry."

Leaving a lot of media helpless.

I could only capture the beautiful shadows of Tianhai and Du Ruolan who were walking behind me, and Pan Yunyan was still making funny faces at this side.

It is said that the members of this song and dance troupe are far different from the team of artists from the other side who visited two months ago in terms of dress, speech, and temperament.

Younger, more energetic, more confident.

And...all the clothes, backpacks and so on are very fashionable and even high-end!

So that night, the major media in Beishi City, especially the TV programs, relished using these details to make a show!

Of course, it's more about the music impact of the past few days, and today's splendid musical.

Although they tacitly didn't mention what happened to the other side, there was a huge gap between music and musicals.

No wonder people can make it to Broadway.

It was already past ten o'clock when I came back, and I asked the restaurant to send some fruit and vegetable salad, fish and shrimp, and Jing Xiaoqiang did exercises by himself in the room, and watched all kinds of softness on TV in amazement.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Jing Xiaoqiang, who was sweating, went to open the door, and Pan Yunyan jumped in wearing thin pajamas: "Quick, quick, that picky guy is on TV..."

Obviously just looking for a random reason, following the quiet fragrance, while grabbing the remote control panel to change the channel, I went to the bedroom with my head: "I just slept here, I didn't interrupt a few days ago, wow, it's so luxurious .”

Jing Xiaoqiang, as an entertainer with an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars, also gave him the right to sell records. In addition to Cao Fei's popularity, they arranged a presidential private room for them, a three-bedroom one.

Let the sheets take their course.

Jing Xiaoqiang guessed that the hotel housekeepers outside must be envious of him enjoying the beauty.

But he didn't care, his eyes stayed on the TV screen. That screenwriter, director and film critic with a well-greased hair was telling the story of the Taiping Ship on the show. His father was the owner of the Taiping Ship. He grew up among the few relics brought down after the ship's wreck.

Fuck, it turns out that there is such a relationship.

No wonder people pay attention to the song and dance drama of Taipinglun in Shanghai, and they must know that a movie is being made.

But the good thing is, this dude looks gentle and refined, will it help the promotion of the movie?

Originally, it was just a movie that fit the theme of Titanic, but now it seems that it can become the first movie that connects both sides of the Taiwan Strait?

To think seriously, the main reason is that Pan Yunyan went around the luxurious master bedroom, probably jumped on the bed a few times, and came out to lean on Jing Xiaoqiang comfortably to watch TV together.

No words, just like the two people used to get along every day when they performed across the north and south.

His frail and boneless body hugged Jing Xiaoqiang's waist, and his straight black long hair gently brushed Jing Xiaoqiang's nose with the freshly washed fragrance, like a little fox's tail sweeping back and forth.

Jing Xiaoqiang felt that he could hold on, and he was already very determined.

The theme Kang Kaiwen talked about is that this is a commemoration of the Taiping Wheel, so he calls on all family members related to the Taiping Wheel to come to Beishi to watch this play together.

Touching human love.

Human nature, human nature is release, Jing Xiaoqiang's mind is spinning.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang again at this moment.

Pan Yunyan sniggered: "It must be Lan Lan, I just slipped away after watching her take a bath."

Jing Xiaoqiang instructed her to open the door, and let out a long sigh of relief.

As a result, Du Ruolan came in angrily: "You don't hate me, do you?"

Jing Xiaoqiang put his palms together quickly to thank the female Bodhisattva for saving hundreds of millions of lives.

Pan Yunyan didn't care even more, she jumped back to the original place with a giggle and ordered: "Over there, over there, hug over there..."

Du Ruolan sat down as she said, and followed Jing Xiaoqiang's example to follow the TV: "Sounds quite relevant, should it be possible to unblock and stage this drama?"

But his body lay in Jing Xiaoqiang's arms as if nothing had happened.

He also gave Jing Xiaoqiang a thick white towel, motioning to help her wipe her wet hair.

Who can stand this.

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly put his feet back on the edge of the sofa and squatted down to work: "You two go to bed early, I have to figure out how to perform this play without props and scenery."

Du Ruolan turned around and hugged his knees: "Today you promised to sing on campus for free..."

Jing Xiaoqiang just squeezed her arm silently. He was [-] to [-]% sure that there was a bug in the room.

This kind of thing is not uncommon these days.

Maybe it's not uncommon for the CIA to eavesdrop on a singer like him, but the national army will definitely not let it go.

I reminded Cao Fei two days ago that the girl is still very excited, and the feeling of being listened to is very easy to fly...

Jing Xiaoqiang can only rejoice that the camera may not be that advanced.

"Well, you are all college students, let them listen too... You sing with me, and I suddenly have a feeling that your singing voice is so soft, ah, no, it's so loud..."

Du Ruolan, who was leaning on his lap, was already laughing until her ears were red.

Pan Yunyan really came so long in vain.

(End of this chapter)