Yang Jingxing: Got it, if you dare to disrespect my wife and ex-girlfriend, watch me deal with him.

He Peiyuan: Get out!

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry and continued busy with what he was doing. However, before lunch time, Wen Fujiang called. Consultant Yang answered the call with great hope: "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Wen. How are things going over there?"

Wen Fujiang also had an optimistic tone: "I'm still listening one by one. This person is very meticulous and said that they have their own standards. We also try our best to cooperate and gather the performances of several parts. I don't know when it will be done.

We don’t need to arrange lunch either.”

Yang Jingxing: "So...do you have any specific attitude?"

Wen Fu Jianghe: "That's not too clear yet... I feel like this person is a bit deep in the city."

Yang Jingxing said: "I have never been in contact with..."

Wen Fujiang understood: "It's not easy to get in touch with this person... do you know when they will go back?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I didn't ask, when?"

Wen Fujiang said in a thoughtful tone: "The group originally wanted to show some courtesy and arrange some activities, but I heard from the woman that they seemed to be planning to go to Pingjing."

Yang Jingxing understood it as: "Going back from Pingjing?"

Wen Fujiang wondered: "I don't know, do you have any other plans?"

Yang Jingxing was also surprised: "I haven't heard of it... I'm going to work at work. Is it convenient for you?"

Wen Fujiang supported: "It's okay, then you come, I'm also your guest, show up to show my face."

Yang Jingxing was positive: "Then I'll leave now, hurry up in half an hour..."

After driving on the road, Yang Jingxing reported the situation to his girlfriend: "...it sounds like it's not going well. I'll go over and have a look."

At this time, He Peiyuan had a new idea: "Forget it, don't come! What's so great about New Ireland? Let the Berlin Philharmonic give its premiere! The little assistant conductor who has never heard of it thinks he is great."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "You guys should eat first...or wait for me, I won't be here for long."

He Peiyuan also made plans: "Are you treating me?"

Yang Jingxing: "Of course I invite you."

He Peiyuan also announced: "The consultant said that he would treat us to a treat at noon..." 306 was full of excitement.

Yang Jingxing arrived at the Chinese Orchestra at about half past twelve. The scene in the yard was really different from usual. Everywhere he could see was spotless, and the cleaning workers cleaned up the fallen leaves in real time. The cars were parked neatly and full. Normally, they would have left work early at this time.

Most of it.

After Yang Jingxing parked the car, he went directly to the main building, but he had to say hello to the girls who were looking forward to lunch in the small building. 306 welcomed the consultants more than usual, but it was not as noisy as usual. Wang Rui only dared to whisper that he wanted to go to Hong Mansion.

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When the administrative staff in the main building saw that Consultant Yang was not smiling and saying hello loudly like usual, they were a little solemn: "We are all in the rehearsal hall."

Even the cellist who had nothing to do with him insisted on working overtime and told Consultant Yang as concisely and secretly as possible that Americans are just like that. The fellow concertmaster of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra is his friend. The musicians in top orchestras look good but they all sound the same.

Tears of bitterness.

Wen Fujiang still had the temperament of a group leader. He read newspapers in the office and did not accompany low-level foreign guests. However, when Consultant Yang came, Wen Fujiang still gave him the honor to accompany him to the practice hall. The group leader also had a good grasp of the situation.

In the past two hours, Eugene has inspected more than a dozen musicians, but still has no attitude. The Chinese orchestra has a strong erhu and pipa team, but there are not so many dulcimers, and even fewer sanxian.

Wen Fujiang was worried that this Eugene really lacked the necessary understanding of folk music and had some misunderstanding.

Several senior musicians were waiting outside the rehearsal hall. They looked less relaxed and relaxed than usual. They got up after meeting the group leader and said hello to Consultant Yang.

The director of the Youth League General Office was also there and nodded: "Director Yang is here."

Wen Fujiang was a little more serious: "Tell Director Yang."

The office director nodded affirmatively: "The US side is very serious and conducts a more careful and comprehensive inspection... However, the musicians generally responded that the text seems to be a bit wrong."

The pipa player next to me had a specific example: "At the beginning, I didn't even understand my range, and I was extremely arrogant."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Captain Wen, please don't go in. I'll go take a look."

Wen Fujiang was loyal: "I'll also see what's going on."

It was regarded as his own territory. No need to be polite. Yang Jingxing pushed the door directly and walked in. The heating was turned on in the large rehearsal hall. The young dulcimer player who was on the recommendation list of the Chinese orchestra was being interviewed. Why was he sitting on the music table of the woodwind section?

What's even more bizarre is that scales are being played.

Sitting in the conductor's seat is New Ireland's first assistant conductor Eugene Spergdale, a Caucasian man in his forties, wearing a straight suit with his legs crossed. Standing next to him is a Chinese translator. Behind the podium is an observation seat.

Sitting there were four Chinese representatives, the pipa principal teacher Wang, the erhu principal teacher Li, and the director of the orchestra's publicity department. A music manager sat outside and looked like he was responsible for internal and external communication in the rehearsal hall.

Yang Jingxing nodded to the seniors first: "Teacher Wang, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Li."

The seniors responded with smiles.

Yang Jingxing walked directly towards Eugene, who also stood up and turned around to face the composer who was not much taller than him. Yang Jingxing stretched out his hand, and Eugene also stretched out his hand.

Yang Jingxing shook hands briefly and then let go, with a serious expression: "Welcome to Puhai."

Eugene was still polite and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Yang Jingxing asked seriously again: "How is it here?" The translator seemed to notice Director Yang's proficiency, so he stepped back and put down his working posture to relax.

Eugene's typical white body language and expression: "Okay, everything is okay."

"Are you sure?" Yang Jingxing continued seriously: "What did you get?" People like Wen Fujiang must have understood the conversation, and they all looked more serious next to them.

Eugene still had a job. He looked at the phone in his hand and flipped through the software: "I was lucky enough to meet twelve outstanding players. The erhu, pipa... are all very good."

Yang Jingxing wanted to hear the details: "What do you mean by good? Tell me."

Eugene looked at the composer, as if he was composing a language: "They can use time-honored music to play moving melodies..."

Yang Jingxing was impatient and a little rude: "Don't talk nonsense, you are not here to be an audience, you are the assistant conductor of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, right?"

Eugene was surprised: "...Yes, of course."

Yang Jingxing asked again: "You are here to be responsible for the upcoming performance of the New York Philharmonic, for Mr. Yeromil, and for my work, the Second Symphony, right?" Director Wen and the others seemed a little confused.

, but it should be possible to tell that Consultant Yang’s tone was not good. The director of the League Propaganda Department stood up and approached with concern on his face, followed by the two chief officers.

Eugene nodded to the composer and confirmed: "Of course."

Yang Jingxing's voice became louder and louder: "The performers here are all teachers I respect, and I hope they will be treated professionally. Whoever will cooperate with the New York Philharmonic is also an honor for me. Mr. Schipberger,

Are you professional? Or your career does not require my professional evaluation in the future?” With such a long list of words from Director Yang, the translator would of course find that many people were looking at him, but he seemed to find it difficult to speak.

Eugene looked at the composer, as if he was serious, but he thought about it for a moment, and nodded: "Yes, I understand... I will be professional."

Yang Jingxing said loudly: "Are you sure?"

Eugene nodded decisively: "Yes...obviously."

"Thank you, please continue." Yang Jingxing's tone was a little strange. He switched back to his native language and smiled politely at the performer who was still scratching his head on the music table: "Mr. Gao, please continue, excuse me for disturbing you."

The performer suddenly smiled brightly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

Yang Jingxing understood better: "Teacher Wang, thank you for your hard work, I'll leave first."

Teacher Wang still seemed a little confused about the situation, but nodded: "Okay... I won't give it away."

Teacher Li raised his hand and patted Consultant Yang on the shoulder, concerned: "Have you eaten yet?"

Yang Jingxing continued to laugh: "Not yet, I have an appointment with 306, so I won't invite you today."

The senior looked very understanding: "If there is a chance, there will be a chance..."

Yang Jingxing invited: "Commander Wen, let's go."

Wen Fujiang nodded and remembered something: "Um, um... Zhang Translator, tell Mr. Eugene, eat first when you are hungry. If you have any requirements, tell our Xiao Feng, you also want to eat. People are like iron rice."

steel."

The translator nodded and started working. Eugene also listened attentively, and then said thank you to Wen Fujiang. Wen Fujiang was not completely incompetent. He could say you're welcome, and then returned the invitation: "Director Yang, let's go, so as not to disturb their work."

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The director of the group's publicity office followed the group leader and advisor out of the rehearsal hall. After closing the door, he first looked at the group leader and then smiled at the advisor.

Yang Jingxing smiled playfully again: "Captain, I'm going to find them first."

Captain Wen nodded, smiled again, and asked in a mysterious tone and volume in a clique very uncharacteristically of the leader: "What... were you talking about just now?"

Yang Jingxing: "I didn't say anything, just giving some advice among colleagues."

The publicity director smiled but said: "I only heard a general idea...Consultant Yang is not polite, so he is one of his own. He has great ability and strong foundation. He seems to be scared."

Yang Jingxing felt a little ashamed: "It's not that he's very capable. The key is that his methods don't make sense."

Wen Fujiang pondered for a moment and then said in a lower voice: "Is there going to be a problem?" The volume was so loud that he simply didn't want a third person to hear it.

Yang Jingxing comforted him: "Don't worry... I have more say than him."

Wen Fujiang chuckled: "That's it, that's it... Then I'll arrange lunch?"

Yang Jingxing said shamelessly: "Don't bother me, 306 and the others will make your head hurt after having a meal."

Wen Fujiang hehehehe: "Let's not talk about it for now. You can go find Captain Qi and the others first. They must be waiting for you. I will call you later."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, I'll leave first."
Chapter completed!