musicians of old

Chapter 607 Friendly Conversation

"History is the wound left on the surface of the world by past times."

"The wound will rot and be infested with insects, and the progress and speed are developing to an even more disturbing degree. Even for ordinary people who are lucky enough not to have seen it, they can feel the incongruity of the events in their life memories. For those infected and suspected infected, necessary destruction is the only option, including ourselves."

"The only thing we can buy is time."

"Appendix 1: List of the tenth batch of "potential artists"; Appendix 2: List of the twenty-first batch of "cleansing""

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In an inconspicuous corridor of the magnificent hall, the thin inspector Laxus with long dry hair was reading Mr. Wax's correspondence word by word.

"Haha. I remember that I was promoted from the second batch, and now I'm in the tenth batch in a blink of an eye."

He uttered a low sigh.

"Fortunately, you are on the list of 'potential artists' and not the latter one. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't be able to make such a sigh that seems to be a mixture of vicissitudes and sighs, but is actually a display of a faint sense of superiority and achievement."

Owen responded coldly.

He stood upright against the wall, like a statue.

In front of us is the main corridor outside the Turner Hall's Symphony Hall. The fragrance of flowers and plants is rich and soft. Gentlemen in neat ties and luxurious suits, and ladies in colorful evening gowns with silk ribbons dangling from their wrists, are all stopping to watch or chatting in low voices.

From time to time, enthusiastic, polite and restrained laughter could be heard from the crowd.

The weather is as unpleasant as usual, and it is still drizzling outside. However, the situation in the art hall tonight is probably the most popular in recent years.

"If you haven't adjusted your mindset yet, I can help you round up the number of tickets you need to be reimbursed for."

Laxus took the other party's sarcasm and responded with even more ridicule.

Cultural industry and arts supervision are not his main business. The person who came here today is just a distinguished listener.

"Put away your indifferent expression."

Owen looked at the people coming and going in front of him with a stern look.

"This Fan Ning, he may be the first one who dares to let the Special Patrol Office pay for it. I want to see if he can still be so tough when the time comes for a 'talk' with him."

  Owen could never have imagined that many Special Patrol Office supervisors, including himself and Laxus, actually bought 17 tickets for this "Return Concert"!

Even though this is a "work ticket", I can just ask my subordinates to fill out a reimbursement form and go through the procedures.

However, this series of operations still gave Irving a magical feeling of getting a stitch in the side.

How dare this guy Fan Ning cancel all the more than 200 internal tickets?

  Even if Mr. Poglieri comes, he has to stand and listen, right?

"In order to expand the influence and get more people who want to listen but haven't heard it yet to sit in, the conventional 'personal relationship' element was cancelled. After all, regular customers like us won't shout 'bravo' at the top of our lungs." Laxus paced and read the notes posted on the wall. "Interesting, I heard that he also set up a 'World Music Radio'. No matter which theater you listen to the broadcast in, you only need to pay 1 penny."

"It's just radio communication. If that thing could become a real 'world radio', the war in the Western Continent would not be fought this way." Owen felt like laughing at this series of tricks. "A series of broadcasts linked together, leaving aside the delay, what would the final sound quality be like? Oh, you can probably tell that the music has started."

Dang——dang——

The bell rang seven times in succession, and the countdown to the official opening of the concert entered the final hour.

"Mr. Fanning is out!"

A shout suddenly came from the other side of the outer corridor.

"Over there, over there!"

"It's really him. He's really back."

“There are quite a few accompanying personnel.”

"It seems that he has met with some insiders in advance. If we can get involved, it will be a real topic of conversation among the upper class!"

Everyone's gaze was like wheat blown by the wind, all falling in one direction.

Fanning, wearing a slim tuxedo, white gloves, holding a top hat and a lavender enamel cane, walked towards the front of the corridor surrounded by a crowd of people.

  The person closest to him was Sheeran, who had taken off her business suit and changed into a girlish white evening gown. Other accompanying guests included many cinema executives and VIPs: Music Director Bruno Walter; Olga, widow of Kaplun and Deputy Director of Administration; Kimberly Congreve, Deputy Director of Marketing, Investment Promotion and Operations; Lu, the son of the railway tycoon Adair family and Deputy Director of Channel and Government Relations; Claudette, Deputy Director of Art Gallery and Auction Business; Marley, Deputy Director of Stage Design, Sound and Lighting; Lee Viadrin, a mentor of the Guidance School and piano master; Frances, a mentor of the Bologna School and Speaker of the House of Lords of Congress; and John Christopher, Bishop of the Holy Sun Church.

Click——click——

Reporters took up advantageous positions in various places with great sensitivity, and the sound of shutter clicks could be heard one after another.

Laxus, the chief inspector in charge of different areas, smiled inexplicably at this time and retreated into the shadows, just like an "ordinary" VIP spectator.

Owen met Fanning's eyes from a distance.

He saw the impeccable and elegant smile on the other person's face.

Fanning took off his gloves.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Owen also smiled.

Click——click——

Under the flash light, the two held hands tightly together.

"Commander Fanning, it's been a long time since we last met. I missed you so much." Owen said with a smile.

"Me too. Say hello to He Meng and Gang for me." Fan Ning said with a smile.

"Thank you." Owen's expression remained unchanged.

"I heard that Sir Owen was ill for a while?"

"I got hurt a little bit accidentally."

"Oh, when you are out, personal safety comes first." Fan Ning reminded solemnly.

"You too, please pay attention to your personal safety. Having said that, Commander Fanning, the team you lead is really good." Owen praised.

"It's inseparable from your preference and support." Fan Ning smiled again.

preference?

"We support all art groups impartially, but career leaders like you are always a minority." Owen laughed again, "No, it should be said that it is an exception. What do you think?"

Case?

Amid the sound of camera shutters, the guests laughed in good faith at the friendly conversation between the two.

"Miss Sheeran and Miss Roy brought more, you know." Fanning laughed again, "Two years ago, on the eve of the premiere of 'Resurrection', some unexpected events happened to me that led to my missed appointments and resignation, and then I was away for a long time. Hey, you should have refunded the audience's ticket and hotel fees at that time, right? Those that have not been refunded will be charged interest now." His last sentence was directed to his colleagues around him.

The "hahahaha" atmosphere of laughter from the crowd became even louder.

"So, is it the kind of 'esoteric religion' or 'pollution' that is spread by the outside world?" Owen laughed and asked with concern.

The frequency of the surrounding camera flashes increased a bit.

"It's hard to say." Fanning frowned. "At least for now, it is certain that he was set up by some 'ambitious' or 'dangerous elements'."

The emphasis on certain words seemed to be highlighted in both sides' speech.

"Ambitious people and dangerous elements are the common enemies of the empire." Owen said seriously.

Under the spotlight, the expressions of the two suddenly became restrained.

But this process only lasted for a few tenths of a second, and then the warm smile bloomed again.

Fanning slowly put on his gloves again and made a "please" gesture:

"Let's go see our old friend, Mr. Gilbert Capron?"

Owen bowed slightly:

"my pleasure."