musicians of old

Chapter 106 Riverside Street

In the past few days, Fan Ning's vote count has been soaring at a rate of two to three thousand every day!

Before the special concert, I and Murridge were in the early 10000s, and Fanning was less than 5000, not even Maugham's votes.Today, I and Murridge have about 12000, while Fan Ning has already broken through [-]!There are still four days left!
Cecil's expression was a little annoyed, he waited for Julius' explanation.

Julius said slowly: "The most influential "Tioline Cultural Weekly", the music editor personally gave such a high evaluation, which ignited the potential criticism buried in the music salon last year. The big and small media Follow up. You said, "Uvransel Art Review" suddenly criticized Fan Ning at this time. Is the atmosphere normal? Is it able to suppress his votes, or is it counterproductive? Your Excellency Cecil, music fans, although Appreciation levels vary, but people are not fools!"

"But if you savor the last passage carefully, you can see what kind of position is implicit in it. If Fanning chooses to follow the style of Anton Konard in the "First Symphony", he in this chamber music Accomplished praise is in danger of collapsing."

Cecil felt that it seemed reasonable, but he still asked: "What if he really got rid of the connection with Professor Anton completely and maintained a good standard?"

"Your Excellency Cecil, you are still too young. The pen is in the hands of the music critic, and you can write whatever you want. If he really gets rid of it, I can say that he hasn't got rid of it..."

Speaking of this, Julius smiled lightly: "I mentioned this topic first in that article. Instead of confronting head-on, it is better to follow the trend and bury the thunder in the next stage..."

Fast forward to January 1st, and the voting result is about to become a foregone conclusion. Music fans are shuttling in and out of the new works exhibition hall, but Fanning is not among them.

South Dock District, Riverside Street area.

"Caron, I'm about to stink to death." In the dark night, the two walked along the river bank.

Scattered gas lamps glowed green on the rotting water, across from the blurry gray embankment.

Fan Ning looked at the back of the little man wearing a soft hat a few meters in front of him, and pouted himself: "Speaking of which, we have been walking for more than an hour, and the nose doesn't seem to have to adapt at all."

All the way is full of dilapidated houses, bad roads, dilapidated warehouses and rotten garbage. It was already half an hour ago that they passed through the slums in large areas. If you don’t experience it yourself, it may be hard for Fanning to believe that there is a Such a large and messy area - its creation is unimaginable, its existence is meaningless, and it gives people the illusion that it cannot be managed well no matter how much money is spent.

"You mean turn left at this place?" Joan's footsteps stopped, and the huge steel support collapsed sideways, first blocking the way out, and then submerged in the river.

"This marker should be unmistakable." After Fanning finished speaking, the two turned their heads to the left together.

This direction is not a road, but... a river.

Fan Ning looked at it with a frown, and there seemed to be many warehouses floating in the rotten river water, red, blue, black, large and small, some connected, some separated, some stacked, the appearance was similar to that of the previous life kind of container.

At least 100 meters from the shore.

"Caroun, can you swim?" Joan asked.

Fan Ning glanced at the girl helplessly, and was once again overwhelmed by her clear thinking: "Is this something we should consider?"

The sight got closer and closer, and finally saw something like a bamboo raft at the foot of the shore, and... a pole...

He kicked a few times, kicked a piece of raft into the river, and stepped back hastily to avoid the splash of smelly water.

Then he stepped forward, lifted his foot and tried to press it a few times.

"It feels quite strong, and two people can use one...but I'm mainly worried about whether this thing will fall apart..."

"I can keep it from falling apart..." Joan said.

"I forgot, this is also a wound in a sense." Fanning picked up the pole, handed one to Joan, and stood up first, "Come on."

The two stepped on the small raft facing each other, carefully paddling the smelly water, and sticky garbage on the river floated by.

The short distance of more than one hundred meters feels extremely long.

"I seem to have a little impression of this place." Dancing Dancing Joan suddenly said.

"Have you ever swam here?" Fanning, feeling uncomfortable, tried to make a joke.

"Not really, but in the environment at that time, it was not impossible to swim... When I was a child, it was a natural fishing ground. Later, a layer of ground was paved at a place lower than the river bank, and it was converted into a pier. Later, some warehouses were repaired. , I don’t know why it became like this in the end…”

She lowered her head and looked at the rancid river, "We are not far from the river bank now. In fact, the depth of the water should be only one or two meters."

Fan Ning said: "So those box-like things are warehouses on the pier, but then the river overflowed, well, at least it is more psychologically acceptable. At first I thought it was a cesspit [-] meters deep below, which made me The hand holding the pole was shaking all the time."

The two set off very early. After the raft docked at the aisle at the back of the warehouse complex, Fanning asked Joan to go up first, and he followed after waiting for a while.

In a warehouse, Fan Ning changed into the "equipment" similar to the previous party, and walked through several aisles across the water. After climbing the winding stairs, he came to a small warehouse stacked high.

"Can't you choose a more pleasant meeting place? I've already vomited my dinner into the river."

Fanning heard the complaints of "Experience Officer" Erov.

"Didn't this guy get hit by a stray bullet from Monroe's pistol, and then the ice sculpture was hit by a shotgun again? Look at his energy, recovering so well?..."

In the originally dark room, a high-power electric light was suddenly brought in for some reason, which made people's eyes glaring abruptly.The smell is still unpleasant, but the conference tables and chairs look clean.

Fanning reunited with Sylvia wearing a golden mask.

With a few pairs of eyes staring at himself, he continued to use the pronunciation method last time, spit out his code name: "Mendeleev."

"Mr. Mendeleev, finally see you again, happy new year, good evening!"

Purple Bean Cake's voice trembled with joy.

Fanning smiled softly, "Good evening", and sat down opposite the little girl in a wide cloak.

Sylvia smiled coquettishly and responded to the previous experience officer's complaint: "If you ask how many offenders were shot by the Special Inspection Office around the New Year, you won't complain so much. The recent rumors are very tight."

"Where can the Special Inspection Office find so many wise people to be shot? You think they are slaughtering ducks." The perfumer's voice was full of teasing.

"The intermittent convulsions of those guys is really not conducive to making new friends." The experience officer shrugged.

"At least I hope that old friends can come as promised." Sylvia said.

About five minutes before the party started, another person came, and Fanning counted silently.

"Sylvia, perfumer, experience officer, Joan...add me to five, and now this should be the agent... Well, if no newcomers come over, get rid of the dead Professor Lorraine, this time it should be There was a party of six..."

Several people were shivering from the cold. When the party was about to start, the experience officer muttered again: "Damn it, the translator is usually the first and second to arrive. Did something happen to this guy later?"

"Sorry for keeping you all waiting."

An old and dull voice sounded, and everyone looked towards the door, where another man in a cloak stood there.

(End of this chapter)