Pulling the female boss into the Hongyan group, I was exposed

Chapter 172 171. Secretary Gao, what are you doing?

There are many outrageous things in this world.

Some people broke up just because they said the word "fen".

There are also people who just said the word "demolition" and were taken into a place that they never thought they would enter in this life.

After two months of interrogation, the village woman even recruited her when she was 2 years old and ruined a few cotton in the neighbor's field, but she still did not gain Yousi's trust.

The neighbor's cotton is innocent, but the village woman thinks she is even more innocent.At first, she even thought that it was the "village tyrant" who was giving eye drops to her always thorny self.

She intends to imitate the loyal and unyielding martyrs, and swears not to bow her head until the person on the opposite side beats the table and yells at her:

"Do you know the concept of the place you want to demolish? Why didn't you tm say you demolished the Monument to Heroes?"

Only then did she realize what a stupid thing she had done and what kind of person she had offended.

When she dreamed back at midnight, she was suddenly covered in cold sweat. She dreamed that her ancestors pointed at her nose and scolded her, and even her grandson, who was still wearing crotch pants, threw mud at her.

However, what she didn't know was that because of this sentence, she stayed here for two more months.Because people are afraid that she will go out and talk nonsense, they will let her go home after eating and drinking after the heat is completely over.

And the dark-faced man who coaxed her to come over was not so easy to talk to. This man really took money.

He explained step by step when he received 500 yuan from whom, what instructions he accepted, and who he gathered.

After he fully confessed and confessed, it caused a sensation in Yousi. All these conclusive evidence point to a person called "Secretary Gao".

When Yousi was so excited and set off to arrest that Secretary Gao, Secretary Gao was reporting to the respected "that" at Aihua Company.

"...So, the high-profile intervention in "Poetic Life" actually caused our stock to rise by 1.5 points?" The man was sitting on the sofa with a pipe in his hand.

He sat in the dark, looking like a "godfather", unable to see the expression on his face.

"The main reason is to boost the confidence of major shareholders," Secretary Gao said. "In addition, the potential of the private music collection has also been estimated. If the contract is successfully signed, the five-year return is estimated to reach 5 million."

"The question is can it be taken?"

"Yes. People have legs and can run, but houses don't have legs."

A smile appeared on Secretary Gao's face, and he said, "I have nine ways to win, nine ways."

"That's right." That person nodded, "The important thing is not how much you can earn in the past five years, but the follow-up business."

He stretched out his hands, gestured in the air, and said, "Think about it, we've built this place into an authoritative music base, or a place for awards, isn't it equivalent to a chart or a Golden Melody Award in the future?" ?”

"Hiss—what do you mean?"

Secretary Gao's eyes widened and he gasped.

This wild imagination made him feel that his mind suddenly opened up.

"This is the real palace of musicians," the person emphasized. "We can instill the concept to the public in this way. As long as the music is placed here, it is truly palace-level music."

"No matter how many Golden Melody Awards you have won, as long as you don't enter this private music collection, you are not a real musician."

"And once you move into this private collection, you will become the most dazzling star in the world just like Pink Floyd and the Beatles, and you will be an existence that can be written into history."

"Think about it, what kind of right to speak is this?"

Secretary Gao gave a thumbs up.

"That is to say, if our artists want to cultivate, which music should we 'invite' in?"

"Yes." That one said, "You're enlightened."

"The selection is held once a year, and an event can be held there. There are 5 places each year..."

"No." The person sitting in the chair denied him, "At most one place per year, just like the Nobel Prize."

"Yes, just like the Nobel Prize, there is a maximum of one place each year. From now on, this will be the Nobel Prize in the music industry."

"Don't be too greedy, the water will flow forever," the person said, "Remember the Golden Melody Award? It was so hard to get it, but they are too greedy, and they are fishing for it. It has only been two years, and no one has paid attention to it."

"Yes." Secretary Gao sighed.

Every prize is money, who doesn't love the money?

So after winning the Golden Melody Awards, the 6 awards became 12 awards, and after pushing my own artists, I collected money from other entertainment companies.

They didn't expect that the award, which had a good reputation, would not be able to deceive the audience after only two years. Soon, no one would pay attention to it, and the investment at that time was wasted.

"Music Private Collection will not become a cold door award like the Golden Melody Awards," Secretary Gao said, "It still has Pink Floyd in it, so we will bind them to Private Collection, as long as they If the house does not collapse, the private collection will not be cold."

"This private collection can be built into a complex," the person continued, "both online and offline, online for paid music, offline for theme parks, and an annual awards ceremony. Make it bigger, don’t be afraid to invest, as much as you invest, you can get back as much.”

"Indeed." Secretary Gao nodded.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was bold, crazy, and unconstrained, and it was great!

To do entertainment, in a sense, is to have the right to speak. They can make so many celebrities popular, that is, they rely on their ability to make stars who can do what they say.

Now this private music collection was born out of nowhere, with "Poetic Life" soaring into the sky, with endorsements by Cui Dayou, Jiang Xinhai and others, its reputation has reached the peak in an instant...

Only this person can see the essence behind it - it is a music award that can be firmly controlled in the hands!
Who else can be closer to the title of "palace-level music" than a real music hall?

Thinking of this, he became harder than the thumb that came out:

"Leadership vision, you are the real visionary!"

The one lightly exhaled a smoke ring.

He has no feeling for the flattery of his subordinates - if there is no him, where would Aihua be?
It can be said that everything of the following people is given by themselves.

No matter how you blow it, it is not an exaggeration.

"I was wrong," Secretary Gao said sincerely. "The development method that was conceived before was to charge tickets like a theme park. After hearing your idea, I realized that our previous ideas were too ineffective."

"That's right." That person said, "That's why I said, I want you to take down this private music library. We don't need people. You must get it."

Just after finishing speaking, a bell rang, and the man put down his pipe and picked up his cell phone.

"Hey."

"it's me."

"what happened?"

"……Oh?"

He stood up, walked away from Secretary Gao, and started talking on the phone in a low voice.

"Huh? ... Well, I don't know either?"

"Calm down...I really don't like JX..."

"What's the matter with his old man?... Isn't it? I dare not, I dare not, what are you talking about..."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Secretary Gao.

His eyes were full of hesitation.

"Leader?" Just as Secretary Gao said a word, the leader's cell phone rang again.

"I'm so ashamed...that's right...this is really..."

"Don't you mind?...It really doesn't matter..."

"Treason?! Where did this start?!"

"I really didn't want to block JX!"

After hanging up the phone, the man walked up to Secretary Gao with a livid face.

Only then did Secretary Gao realize that the hand that was always tall in his heart, holding the pipe, was shaking a little bit.

"Secretary Gao," the man took a sip from his pipe, "could you please tell me what you did?"

……

On the other side of the mainland, a piece of gossip spread from top to bottom, and soon the city was full of storms.

JX is going back to Europe.

Originally, the mass email was only sent to a few countries, but I don’t know why, soon, countries like Belgium and Liechtenstein knew about it.

Of course, there are no too deep secrets in this, but everyone has a set of intelligence agencies, and invariably regards this email that seems to be complaining as the highest priority information to pass on.

So soon, "JX complained about the difficulties in domestic music distribution, and the 20 handed down albums have not been released so far" became a topic of discussion among people in the circle again.

Allegedly, for this matter, the princess and the duke of the British royal family have quarreled.

When people talk about this matter, they are always gloating and full of the pleasure of getting revenge: JX, JX, you also have today?
At the same time, there is also some disdain for the Huaguo music circle—but anyone with a bit of music literacy and insight will not be able to let JX go.

If it were changed to "our country" (here there are [-] or [-] options depending on the location of the speaker), music at the level of JX would have long been designated as the national unified prenatal education music, from elementary school to junior high school Playing it on a loop every day, ten years later, the quality of music in the country will be raised to a new level, and it will dominate the world in the cultural field.

What about Huaguo?What exactly are Huaguo's music companies doing?What are you doing!
The old scholars of the Vienna Academy were even more excited about this matter, but when they looked back at the list in their hands, they became sad again.

Not for anything else, just for all the music in JX-Langlang's 20 records that have gone down in history. If you want to move to the big theater, there must be a Chinese performer among the performers.

This is a rigid rule of JX and Langlang, and no one dares to disobey it.

But there were not many Chinese people who were able to come to Vienna, so for a while, the Chinese people became popular, and every band wanted to share one.

Those bands without Huaguo people are jumping in a hurry, but there is no way - who let Huaguo people open the golden key to JX-Langlang's handed down classics?
As the biggest vested interests, the people of Huaguo were finally so proud that they held their heads high and got countless opportunities to step into the golden hall out of thin air. Hit the triangle in the backcourt.

At the after-dinner tea party of the professors at the Austrian University of Performing Music and Arts, JX once again became a source of laughter.

"...Can you imagine? That stupid company actually wants to sign JX with 20 euros and get all his music, otherwise he will be banned from the industry. How can there be such a pig!"

If anyone who has a little knowledge of the classical music circle walks into this room at this time, he will be shocked by the lineup in this room.

These are the people who defined contemporary music and inspired countless musical talents.

However, it is impossible for anyone who has received orthodox Western-style music education not to know these few.

It belongs to an existence like an old monster.

Yet they're all talking about the name JX now.

"20 Euros is not too little, it just depends on what JX needs to pay," Professor Strauss said, "If you only go to the theater to be a conductor a few times a year, it's not bad."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong," Professor Ravel said, "Do you know how they sign the contract? Their contract is a bond of sale. As long as you sign it, all the music you have created in the past and in the future The copyright belongs to that company, and the termination of the contract requires a large amount of termination fee."

Professor Haydn's jaw dropped in shock: "There is such a contract? Are you sure it's not a slave contract?"

"I'm surprised too, but that's the way it is," said Professor Ravel, taking a bite of dessert. "Their creators don't have human rights, and the maintenance costs are even lower than machines."

Professor Strauss shook his head resentfully, and then said suddenly: "Is JX still unwilling to let our record company release it? Would you rather be so deadlocked? There is no way to hear those music freely, and I feel that my aging speed is accelerating. "

"Who isn't?" Ravel also said with a sad face, "but he just won't, what can I do?"

"Why don't you tell Langlang? Isn't he your apprentice?"

"Langlang listens to JX, and he is now the number one pianist in the world, and his eyes are no longer on Vienna."

Everyone was a little bit sad.

Langlang, the child they watched growing up, did not expect that in just a few years, he would grow to his current height.

His current reputation has already ranked among the only great pianists in the world.

——Just a few years ago, there was a suffix "one", but now there is no need to add that "one".

It's all because of JX's music, and the piano parts are all played by Lang Lang himself.

In this way, he became the "original" of the music, and everyone else was an imitation of him-which greatly contributed to his rise in status.

Therefore, he naturally became the number one pianist in the world.

Several old professors looked up to the sky and sighed, hurry up and let JX release the record!

If they don't wait any longer, they will die of old age!
They don't want to have to hum with their mouths when they mention Beethoven and Mozart in class!
……

For the "Poetic Life" program group, the long day is not over yet.

Jiang Xinhai and the others were standing in the private music collection hall, still a little dazed.

People who were busy outside told them that this building was listed as a key cultural protection unit and that it was only under martial law for security.

And their promotion of private collections is worthy of encouragement, so go in and shoot whatever you want.

So, out of nowhere, they returned to the private music collection.

At this time, the sun had gradually set to the west, and Qin Yunshang asked, "Where are Yingzi and Yan Yunzhuo?"

"I don't know." Qin Yunchu said.

"Are they still in the room?"

"No," Gao Xiaobai said, "I saw them come out with us."

"I saw them, they were taken away." Xu Xiangxiao said, "still, still wearing..."

She spoke halfway and stopped.

She wanted to say she was in handcuffs, but the words were a bit sensitive, Jiang Xinhai was still live broadcasting, so it was not suitable for such careless talk.

"Still in handcuffs." Jiang Xinhai took her words and said, "I saw that too."

The crowd fell silent.

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Cui Dayou said, "I only care about one thing now, that is the Beethoven that Qin Yunshang's little sister recorded just now, is there any more?"

"Or should we connect to Langlang first?" Qin Yunchu asked.

(End of this chapter)