Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 174 Cultural Affairs (Monthly Ticket Plus 230)

After playing the song, Qian Chen stopped.

After waiting for a while, Young Master Zhou watched Qian Chen hold the qin with one hand, rest his cheek on his knee with the other, staring blankly at the desert in front of him.

He seemed to be lost in thought.

After a long time, Mr. Zhou finally couldn't help but say:
"What are you thinking?"

"This desert is really small." Qian Chen straightened up, turned around and saw Mr. Zhou in ancient costume.

Hey, when did this person come back?

Isn't this a coincidence?
I am worried.

"It's only more than 1000 mu, so it's really hard for a movie to capture the feeling of boundlessness." Mr. Zhou said.

"That's because imagination has no boundaries." Qian Chen straightened the guqin.

The fingertips plucked on the strings, ding dong ding dong, like spring water flowing.

"Are you playing Guqin?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"Yes, it's just because you didn't recognize it as a guzheng. It's so different, and someone always admits it is wrong." Qian Chen smiled.

Thinking about how big Mr. Zhou's pocket is.

This film is actually not generous in terms of remuneration. When it was advertised, it said 9000 million.

Actually not that much.

And it's pre-tax.

Young Master Zhou's salary is a bit higher than Qian Chen's, and it will not exceed 500 million.

Otherwise, where would Xu Ke get the money to hire a special effects team.

"I've sung before, I know music, and I know musical instruments." Mr. Zhou was very proud.

"Then show you this guqin." Qian Chen held the guqin and handed it over.

Qian Chen's nanny car was parked on the gravel at the edge of the desert.

Mr. Zhou came over.

Reaching out to take the guqin, it was quite heavy.

Gently put the piano on the reclined seat, and plucked it lightly.

Zheng~
Then she looked around and finally saw the marker in the lower left corner.

It was something like a seal.

Caressing with fingers, engraved with four characters - Changyang Jushi.

"Actually, I haven't seen a few Guqin, I don't know this one." Mr. Zhou knew several guqin masters, but none of them were called Changyang Layman.

"Changyang Layman, I," Qian Chen pointed to himself, "I made this violin, and it took about a year."

"Ah, haha~" Mr. Zhou was amused.

This routine is too low, if it was 20 years ago, she would really have believed it.

And will give adoring eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qian Chen was speechless, I want to sell a piano, why is it so difficult.

Things about cultural people should not be too direct.

If you ask directly, I have a guqin, and I sell it to you for 100 million yuan, do you want it?
People will regard you as a beggar and a businessman.

"You... You can actually be more skillful when you strike up a conversation with a woman..."

It's really wrong to laugh at the other party.

When I was in martial arts before, I also taught myself a novel set of kung fu.

You can even count yourself as half a teacher.

"Hit up a conversation..." Qian Chen was terrified.

Sister, you were born in 74, I am 86, we are one round behind.

"You're too young." Mr. Zhou patted Qian Chen casually, and returned the piano to Qian Chen.

Qian Chen collapsed a bit.

This is better than saying no, with a high probability.

"Today, I still have two songs that I haven't played. The next one is called "Feng Nuan". Let me listen to it."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Mr. Zhou, put the piano horizontally on his lap, and began to play seriously.

The morning dew trembled on the green branches.

The sun shines through the dewdrops, exuding colorful colors.

Walking this scholar on the mountain path shaded by wild flowers and green grass.

This is a very warm music.

And Qian Chen's libretto is a poem by Liu Guo.

It is Liu Guo who wrote "If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, it will not look the same in the end, you will travel as a young man".

The words themselves are meant to be sung.

There is no problem with using it as lyrics.

It was written that Liu Guo was on his way to the exam, got lost at night, slept in the mountains for one night, and continued on the next day. He should have been very depressed, but when he saw the beautiful scenery in the mountains in the morning, he became very happy.

The only copy that Qian Chen accidentally burned in his previous life was probably Liu Guo's early works. Although his literary accomplishments were not as outstanding as those in the middle and late stages, they were full of vigor and dreams that belonged to young people.

Mr. Zhou thought for a while and said, "It's not as good as the second one, but this one is very good."

"The second piece is called "Snow Mountain", the one just now is called "Fengnuan", and the first one is called "Xiaoqian", "Qian Chen said persuasively, "How about it, do you like guqin?"

"I like it very much." Mr. Zhou said honestly.

Frankly speaking, she really didn't have any feelings for Guqin before.

I feel too dull.

But when I listened to it today, I felt that the blandness was full of charm.

"Sell this piano to you, are you interested?" Qian Chen looked at her expectantly.

Young Master Zhou fell into a daze.

"Originally, I hoped that this violin would sell for 100 million yuan, but we are friends, so I'll charge you 50 yuan, which is cheaper."

Ask, how to sell a violin worth 50 yuan.

simple.

Find a buyer, ask him for 50, and then give him the piano, and the deal is concluded.

"You really made this, are you a luthier?" Mr. Zhou realized that Qian Chen wasn't joking just now.

"Well, to be precise, he is a zither master who respects Shennong as his ancestor." Qian Chen nodded.

In the past, the Shennong family... cut the tung tree into a harp, and the rope into a string, and used the virtue of the gods to harmonize the harmony of heaven and earth.

"A piano costs 50 yuan?" Mr. Zhou finally digested this information.

But then he was frightened by the high price of this guqin.

Not an antique.

"If you are a master of the qin, you should be able to taste it, and the performer can also detect the subtle differences. This qin is made in a retro style, and it can be used no matter whether it is in the south or the north. It will not be a problem to preserve it for thousands of years." Qian Chen talked eloquently. .

This is professionalism.

And I am an ancient person who traveled over in 1583.

The things I made are not antiques.

"Then you want to teach me how to play?" Mr. Zhou touched the piano.

"..." Qian Chen shook his head dejectedly, where did he find the time to teach others how to play the piano.

Playing and playing, we will become sisters.

"Why did you sell it? Is this piano called Changyang Layman?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"I sold it because I have others. Changyang Jushi is my name. Qian Chen is named Changyang Jushi. This violin has no name yet. Those who buy it can pick it up by themselves. I will help engrave it on it. If you let me name it , it’s called Snow Mountain.”

Qian Chen didn't name it, but planned to implement customized services.

"It's a pity to sell it, but if you really want to sell it, I can help you introduce buyers. I don't care if the price is recognized or not."

Mr. Zhou has a good impression of talented people.

Qian Chen was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, don't worry, it doesn't matter if the introduction fails."

There is also a pure man who is engaged in music in the crew.

It's just that it doesn't have much intersection with the orthodox music circle.

Orthodox musicians look down on her.

It would be great if Mr. Zhou could help.

"What piece did you play just now?" Mr. Zhou didn't immediately realize that it was Qian Chen's composition.

Please, there are so many musical compositions.

No one can hear the way at once, not even music creators.

　I can't find the last book, and I don't know how much to add. Or, let's just forget it?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 174 Cultural Affairs (Monthly Ticket Plus 230)

After playing the song, Qian Chen stopped.

After waiting for a while, Young Master Zhou watched Qian Chen hold the qin with one hand, rest his cheek on his knee with the other, staring blankly at the desert in front of him.

He seemed to be lost in thought.

After a long time, Mr. Zhou finally couldn't help but say:
"What are you thinking?"

"This desert is really small." Qian Chen straightened up, turned around and saw Mr. Zhou in ancient costume.

Hey, when did this person come back?

Isn't this a coincidence?
I am worried.

"It's only more than 1000 mu, so it's really hard for a movie to capture the feeling of boundlessness." Mr. Zhou said.

"That's because imagination has no boundaries." Qian Chen straightened the guqin.

The fingertips plucked on the strings, ding dong ding dong, like spring water flowing.

"Are you playing Guqin?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"Yes, it's just because you didn't recognize it as a guzheng. It's so different, and someone always admits it is wrong." Qian Chen smiled.

Thinking about how big Mr. Zhou's pocket is.

This film is actually not generous in terms of remuneration. When it was advertised, it said 9000 million.

Actually not that much.

And it's pre-tax.

Young Master Zhou's salary is a bit higher than Qian Chen's, and it will not exceed 500 million.

Otherwise, where would Xu Ke get the money to hire a special effects team.

"I've sung before, I know music, and I know musical instruments." Mr. Zhou was very proud.

"Then show you this guqin." Qian Chen held the guqin and handed it over.

Qian Chen's nanny car was parked on the gravel at the edge of the desert.

Mr. Zhou came over.

Reaching out to take the guqin, it was quite heavy.

Gently put the piano on the reclined seat, and plucked it lightly.

Zheng~
Then she looked around and finally saw the marker in the lower left corner.

It was something like a seal.

Caressing with fingers, engraved with four characters - Changyang Jushi.

"Actually, I haven't seen a few Guqin, I don't know this one." Mr. Zhou knew several guqin masters, but none of them were called Changyang Layman.

"Changyang Layman, I," Qian Chen pointed to himself, "I made this violin, and it took about a year."

"Ah, haha~" Mr. Zhou was amused.

This routine is too low, if it was 20 years ago, she would really have believed it.

And will give adoring eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qian Chen was speechless, I want to sell a piano, why is it so difficult.

Things about cultural people should not be too direct.

If you ask directly, I have a guqin, and I sell it to you for 100 million yuan, do you want it?
People will regard you as a beggar and a businessman.

"You... You can actually be more skillful when you strike up a conversation with a woman..."

It's really wrong to laugh at the other party.

When I was in martial arts before, I also taught myself a novel set of kung fu.

You can even count yourself as half a teacher.

"Hit up a conversation..." Qian Chen was terrified.

Sister, you were born in 74, I am 86, we are one round behind.

"You're too young." Mr. Zhou patted Qian Chen casually, and returned the piano to Qian Chen.

Qian Chen collapsed a bit.

This is better than saying no, with a high probability.

"Today, I still have two songs that I haven't played. The next one is called "Feng Nuan". Let me listen to it."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Mr. Zhou, put the piano horizontally on his lap, and began to play seriously.

The morning dew trembled on the green branches.

The sun shines through the dewdrops, exuding colorful colors.

Walking this scholar on the mountain path shaded by wild flowers and green grass.

This is a very warm music.

And Qian Chen's libretto is a poem by Liu Guo.

It is Liu Guo who wrote "If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, it will not look the same in the end, you will travel as a young man".

The words themselves are meant to be sung.

There is no problem with using it as lyrics.

It was written that Liu Guo was on his way to the exam, got lost at night, slept in the mountains for one night, and continued on the next day. He should have been very depressed, but when he saw the beautiful scenery in the mountains in the morning, he became very happy.

The only copy that Qian Chen accidentally burned in his previous life was probably Liu Guo's early works. Although his literary accomplishments were not as outstanding as those in the middle and late stages, they were full of vigor and dreams that belonged to young people.

Mr. Zhou thought for a while and said, "It's not as good as the second one, but this one is very good."

"The second piece is called "Snow Mountain", the one just now is called "Fengnuan", and the first one is called "Xiaoqian", "Qian Chen said persuasively, "How about it, do you like guqin?"

"I like it very much." Mr. Zhou said honestly.

Frankly speaking, she really didn't have any feelings for Guqin before.

I feel too dull.

But when I listened to it today, I felt that the blandness was full of charm.

"Sell this piano to you, are you interested?" Qian Chen looked at her expectantly.

Young Master Zhou fell into a daze.

"Originally, I hoped that this violin would sell for 100 million yuan, but we are friends, so I'll charge you 50 yuan, which is cheaper."

Ask, how to sell a violin worth 50 yuan.

simple.

Find a buyer, ask him for 50, and then give him the piano, and the deal is concluded.

"You really made this, are you a luthier?" Mr. Zhou realized that Qian Chen wasn't joking just now.

"Well, to be precise, he is a zither master who respects Shennong as his ancestor." Qian Chen nodded.

In the past, the Shennong family... cut the tung tree into a harp, and the rope into a string, and used the virtue of the gods to harmonize the harmony of heaven and earth.

"A piano costs 50 yuan?" Mr. Zhou finally digested this information.

But then he was frightened by the high price of this guqin.

Not an antique.

"If you are a master of the qin, you should be able to taste it, and the performer can also detect the subtle differences. This qin is made in a retro style, and it can be used no matter whether it is in the south or the north. It will not be a problem to preserve it for thousands of years." Qian Chen talked eloquently. .

This is professionalism.

And I am an ancient person who traveled over in 1583.

The things I made are not antiques.

"Then you want to teach me how to play?" Mr. Zhou touched the piano.

"..." Qian Chen shook his head dejectedly, where did he find the time to teach others how to play the piano.

Playing and playing, we will become sisters.

"Why did you sell it? Is this piano called Changyang Layman?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"I sold it because I have others. Changyang Jushi is my name. Qian Chen is named Changyang Jushi. This violin has no name yet. Those who buy it can pick it up by themselves. I will help engrave it on it. If you let me name it , it’s called Snow Mountain.”

Qian Chen didn't name it, but planned to implement customized services.

"It's a pity to sell it, but if you really want to sell it, I can help you introduce buyers. I don't care if the price is recognized or not."

Mr. Zhou has a good impression of talented people.

Qian Chen was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, don't worry, it doesn't matter if the introduction fails."

There is also a pure man who is engaged in music in the crew.

It's just that it doesn't have much intersection with the orthodox music circle.

Orthodox musicians look down on her.

It would be great if Mr. Zhou could help.

"What piece did you play just now?" Mr. Zhou didn't immediately realize that it was Qian Chen's composition.

Please, there are so many musical compositions.

No one can hear the way at once, not even music creators.

　I can't find the last book, and I don't know how much to add. Or, let's just forget it?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)