Old-time musicians

Chapter 607 Friendly Conversation

“History is the wound left on the skin of the world by the passing of time.”

"Wounds will rot and worms will grow, and the process and speed will develop to an even more disturbing degree. Even ordinary people who are lucky enough to have never seen it can feel the various senses of dissonance in the memory events of their lives, and for infected people For those suspected of being infected, necessary destruction is the only option, including ours.”

"All we can buy is time."

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

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In an inconspicuous corridor of the gorgeous hall, Inspector Lassus, who was thin and had long dry hair, read Mr. Wax's correspondence word by word.

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

He let out a low sigh.

"Fortunately, you are on the list of 'Potential Artists' and not the one at the back. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't be able to sigh like a mixture of vicissitudes and sighs on the surface, but actually show a slight sense of superiority and gain."

Owen responded coldly.

He stood upright against the wall, like a sculpture.

In front of us is the outer main corridor of the symphony hall of Turner Art Hall. The fragrance of flowers and plants is rich and soft. Gentlemen wearing straight ties and luxurious suits, and ladies wearing various evening dresses with silk ribbons dangling on their wrists. , all stopped to watch or chatted in low voices.

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

The weather is as unfavorable as ever, and it is still drizzling outside at the moment, but the situation in the art hall tonight should be the most popular in recent years.

"If your mentality has not been adjusted properly, I can help you round up the number of tickets that will be reimbursed this time."

Lassius didn't pay attention to the other party's cynicism, and responded more teasingly.

Neither the cultural industry nor art supervision is his main business. The person who comes here today is just a distinguished listener.

"Stop your face that has nothing to do with yourself."

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

"This Fan Ning is probably the first person who dares to ask the Special Patrol Office to pay the bill. I want to see if he can still be so tough when the time comes to 'interview' him."

Irving never imagined that many Special Patrol Office supervisors, including himself and Lasus, would buy 17 tickets for this "return concert"!

Even though this is a "work ticket", you can just ask your subordinates to fill out the reimbursement form and go through the process.

But this series of operations still gave Owen a magical sense of disharmony.

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

Mr. Pogorelich has to stand and listen when he comes, right?

"In order to expand the influence and let more people in the society who want to hear but not listen, the customary element of 'favor' has been removed. After all, regulars like us will not shout 'bravo' at the top of our lungs." Lassius He walked around and read the messages posted on the wall, "Interesting, I heard that he also launched a 'World Music Radio'. No matter which theater you go to, you only need to pay 1 penny to listen to this broadcast. "

"It's just radio communication. If that thing could become a true 'world radio', this would not be the way to fight the war in the Western Continent now." Owen felt a little funny about this series of tricks. "Rebroadcasting one link after another, Leaving aside the delay, what is the final sound quality like? Oh, you can probably tell that the music has started."

Dang——dang——

The bell rang seven times in a row, marking the last hour of countdown to the official opening of the concert.

"Mr. Fanning is out!"

A voice suddenly sounded 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 people accompanying us."

"It seems that he has met with some insiders in advance. If he can participate in this, it will be a real upper-class discussion!"

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

Fan Ning, who was wearing a slender tuxedo, white gloves, a top hat and a lavender enamel cane, walked toward the front of the corridor surrounded by people.

The one closest to him was Sheeran, who had taken off his business attire and put on a girly white evening dress.

In addition, he was accompanied by many theater executives and distinguished guests: music director Bruno Walter; Kaplan's widow and deputy director of administration Olga; deputy director of marketing, investment and operations Kimberly Congreve; railway tycoon Adai The young master of the Er family, Lu, deputy director of channels and government relations; Claude, deputy director of art museums and auctions; Marais, deputy director of stage design, sound and lighting; Lee Viadlin, the mentor of the Guidance School and piano master; Bologna School Mentor, Speaker of the House of Lords Frances, Bishop John Christopher of the Holy Sun Church

Click——click——

The reporters occupied various vantage points with great acumen, and the shutters sounded one after another.

Inspector Lassus, who was in charge of different areas, smiled inexplicably at this time and retreated into the shadows, just like an "ordinary" distinguished guest watching the performance.

Irving met Fanning's eyes from a distance.

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

Fanning took off his gloves.

Under the spotlight, Owen also smiled.

Click——click——

Under the flashlight, their hands were clasped together.

"Commander Fan Ning, long time no see, I miss you so much." Owen said with a smile.

"Me too. Say hello to He Meng and Gang for me." Fan Ning smiled.

"Thank you." Owen's expression did not change.

"I heard that Sir Owen had been ill for a while?"

"I was slightly injured accidentally."

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

"You too, pay attention to your personal safety. Having said that, Commander Fan Ning, the team you lead is really good." Irving praised.

"I can't do without your preference and support." Fan Ning smiled again.

preference?

"We support all art groups impartially, but there are always a minority of people at the helm of careers like you." Owen also smiled again, "No, it should be said to be an exception, what do you think?"

An example?

Amidst the sound of the camera shutter, the guests laughed in good-natured atmosphere at the friendly conversation between the two.

"Miss Sheeran and Miss Roy brought more, you know." Fan Ning smiled again, "On the eve of the premiere of 'Resurrection' two years ago, I had some personal accidents that led to my breach of contract and my resignation. I've been wandering around for a long time. Hey, you should have refunded the tickets and hotel fees of the audience at that time? If you haven't refunded them, you will have to pay interest now." His last words were asked to his colleagues.

The onlookers' "hahaha" laughter became even louder.

"So, is it the 'secret cult' or 'pollution' that the outside world spreads?" Owen laughed and then asked with concern.

The frequency of the camera flashes surrounding it is a bit denser.

"I can't say for sure." Fan Ning frowned. "At least for the time being, it is certain that it was set up by some 'careerists' or 'dangerous elements'."

Both sides seemed to emphasize the stress on certain words in their speeches.

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

Under the spotlight, the two people's expressions suddenly became tense.

But this process only lasted a few tenths of a second before the warm smile bloomed again.

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

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

Owen bowed slightly:

"It's an honor."