You are a medical student, and you are stealing our singers' jobs?

After listening to Hu Yijun's story, Yin Tianchou's eyes lit up: "Hey, Professor Hu, your idea is quite interesting!" "But Qin Chen, the president of the Opera Association, seems to hate pop music more than I do. Are you sure he is willing to spend a lot of money to invite Ling Yu to the celebration meeting?" "I don't think it's a big problem!" Hu Yijun said confidently: "I believe that as long as he has heard Ling Yu sing this song "Ten Years of Humanity", he will definitely not have a big prejudice against pop music!" "I will go to the Opera Association to talk to him in person later." "Well, I hope so!" Yin Tianchou nodded, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Then Professor Hu, this matter will be handed over to you." "Well, Dean Yin, don't worry, I will definitely bring good news." Hu Yijun nodded, "Then I will go to the Opera Association again now!" "Okay!" Yin Tianchou nodded and smiled. Hu Yijun didn't say much, and turned away.

At this time.

Gong Juren and the other three also hurriedly said:

"President Yin, let's go back first!"

"Yes!"

Yin Tianchou nodded and didn't say much.

But just when Gong Juren and the other three turned around and took two steps.

Yin Tianchou looked at the scene outside the corridor and suddenly remembered what he said before:

"As the president of Daxia Opera Academy, I, Yin Tianchou, will never allow the national quintessence of opera to be ruined by those messy pop music even if I die or jump from here!"

After thinking of this sentence, Yin Tianchou's old face suddenly turned red, and his palms sweated unconsciously.

He said it so absolutely before, but now he has made a 360-degree turn!

It's just shooting himself in the foot!

It's no exaggeration to call it a large-scale "really fragrant" scene!

This slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado...

"Hey, you three wait a moment!"

Yin Tianchou stopped Gong Juren and the other three.

"President Yin, do you have any other instructions?"

Gong Juren turned around and showed a flattering smile.

"President Yin, please tell us what you have arranged, and we will definitely get it done!"

Yang Wei and Wang Lei also immediately agreed with a smile.

At this time.

Yin Tianchou also showed a kind and gentle smile:

"Well, I was a little too arbitrary before and blamed you wrongly."

"The suggestion you put forward is indeed very valuable to the development and inheritance of our traditional opera!"

"I think you should be rewarded. Tomorrow I will make a special trip to talk to Director Zhang of the Peking Opera Department about this matter."

"Thank you, President Yin!"

Gong Juren immediately straightened up and said with a smile.

"We will definitely work harder to pass on the opera in the future!"

Yang Wei and Wang Lei also agreed with a smile.

Hearing that there was a reward, the three of them were so happy.

At this time.

Yin Tianchou pretended to recall the past:

"By the way, I seem to have said something before, even if I die, even if I jump down from here, I won't do anything?"

"Do you remember?"

"Hahaha, yes, yes!" Gong Juren laughed and said very relaxedly:

"President Yin, you said before that as the president of Daxia Opera Academy, even if I die, even if I jump down from here, I will never allow the national quintessence of opera to be ruined by those messy pop music!"

As soon as Gong Juren finished speaking.

Yin Tianchou's face immediately turned black, and he looked at him with wide eyes.

At this time.

Yang Wei immediately pushed Gong Juren with his shoulder, and then said with a smile:

"No, no, no, Dean Yin never said that!"

"Gong Juren, are you hallucinating?"

"No, Dean Yin clearly..." Gong Juren was about to refute, but when he saw Yin Tianchou's almost black face, he immediately reacted.

So he nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, Dean Yin never said that, I was hallucinating!"

"Yes, it must be!"

"That's right, Dean Yin, don't take it to heart, Gong Juren's brain has been bad since he was a child, and he often has hallucinations!" Wang Lei also echoed on the side.

Quiet!

The scene suddenly fell into a dead silence!

After a while.

Yin Tianchou's face eased a little.

He looked at Gong Juren and the others and asked in a serious tone:

"Are you sure you don't remember what I said before?"

"Yes and for sure!"

Gong Juren and the others nodded immediately.

"That's good!"

Yin Tianchou's face showed a trace ofA kind smile, then waved his hand and said:

"If that's the case, then you can go back!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Gong Juren and the others nodded immediately, then turned around and left!

It's too scary!

It's really too scary...

Yin Tianchou looked at the backs of Gong Juren and the others leaving, touched his beard and smiled:

"I don't know if I can scare these bad boys?"

"If one day they reveal my face-slapping words, then I will have no place to put my old face!"

…………

In an office building.

Qin Chen, the president of the Opera Association, was sitting in his office processing documents related to the celebration meeting.

At this time.

There was a knock on the door.

"Knock, knock!"

"Come in!"

A man wearing glasses, about 30 years old, walked in with a document.

He walked to the desk and handed the document in his hand to Qin Chen with both hands:

"President Qin, the list of performers for this celebration has been counted!"

"Okay." Qin Chen took the list and asked:

"How many people will participate in this celebration?"

"Less than 80 people."

"Why is it so few?" Qin Chen showed an unbelievable look: "There were about 100 people participating in the last celebration. Not only did the number not increase this year, why did it decrease?"

"President Qin, because there are very few new members joining the association in the past two years, and some old members feel that the opera industry has declined and they can't make enough money to support their families, so they all changed careers!"

After hearing this.

"Alas..."

Qin Chen didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only sigh helplessly.

And at this moment.

The knock on the door rang again.

"Knock, knock, knock..."