December 1st, an ordinary winter day.

DG Corporate Headquarters.

Vaughn was leaning back in the boss's chair, a magazine in his hand, and the teacup on the table was still steaming.

A day at work begins with reading a book and a newspaper, another of Vaughn's habits.

The title of an article in a recent trade journal managed to catch his attention.

'The Road to Restoration of Classical Records———— Interview with Greenie, CEO of EMI Films. ’

"EMI Records signs a new Malaysian violin diva and wants to return to the Asian classical music market with the Gu Symphony Orchestra"

EMI Records, one of the world's top five record companies, as a part of the predecessor of DG, has grown into DG's old rival after decades of development.

After breaking away from the restructuring and transformation, EMI focused on the pop music market, and successfully bit off a piece of meat from Warner Records with its huge heritage, becoming another aristocrat in the new pop market, but it still has some classical music blood flowing in its body.

EMI releases some classical records sporadically every year.

It's all gadgets, that's what Vaughn said.

However, the continuous dividends of classical music records in the Asian market have finally made their old rivals unable to sit still.

In fact, Vaughn was already aware of the old brother's small movements, and he had a two-hour meeting with the music director of the Gu Symphony Orchestra at the beginning of the year, but the difference in philosophy prevented them from reaching a certain consensus.

But I have to say that the young music director has his own unique views on neo-classical, and he doesn't seem to be an artistic nouveau riche.

The musical philosophy of a music director is crucial to the development of an orchestra.

As for this new violin diva.

"Mr. Vaughan. ”

At that moment, the secretary walked into the office with a butler-like smile and a small box in his hand.

"Samples are out. ”

Vaughn looked at the secretary's smile, put down the magazine in his hand, and gently took the small box.

"Let me see what the surprise is. ”

Opening the box, Vaughn's eyes lit up.

"Oh~ Frank Lampard is a great artist. ”

Looking at the young man on the black cover in front of him and the phantom of a hand full of magical colors, Vaughn felt that his sparse cold hair stood up, and he couldn't help but admire.

"Mr. Vaughn, have you read that report?"

Vaughn nodded, "Very well written, I love Greeney's penultimate sentence." ”

"Huh?" the secretary is extremely weak

Vaughn reluctantly took his eyes off the record and looked up like his secretary.

"True classical music never withers. ”

He has a point. ”

After lunch.

"Sir, about the release time of the record?"

"On December 6th, I negotiated a contract with my composer husband. ”

"Yes sir. ”

Frank was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Frank. ”

The secretary turned.

"Remember that he was a composer. ”

Vaughn paused, "Let's make this a big deal."

"Yes sir. ”

The secretary departed in understanding.

Vaughn returned to the report, and his eyes fell on the accompanying image of the article.

It was a girl with a violin, a girl who had already given sixteen consecutive solo concerts in North America.

It's also inappropriate to say that a girl is somewhere in the middle between a girl and a woman.

She has deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, but a pair of innocent big eyes, and wheat-colored skin that makes her look healthy.

"An Asian half-race little beauty. ”

Swiping through the photo, Vaughn pulled his gaze back to the last line of the story.

But Vaughn didn't understand what classical music was. ”

Vaughn smiled.

"But I don't like this one. ”

...

Qin Jian doesn't understand the market layout of the bigwigs, he is just a piano player, and now he is barely half a composer.

In the second half of the return flight, he would look at the story of Yada and Kira, practice the Adagio movement of La San with conscious playing, and lick the small wound on his lower lip.

As soon as he licked this little wound, he had to do something else, and it wasn't just that he couldn't calm down.

Although he could probably understand why Duan Ran bit him his lower lip before parting, saying that it was ruthless was actually just biting, but in that atmosphere, he didn't feel pain.

As for kissing.

The word kiss goodbye is just a beautification of the scene, and it can't be said that Duan Ran bit Qin Jian's mouth hard before leaving.

For the bite bite, Qin Jian believes that there is another meaning, although it is not yet exact—it is Duan Ran's follow-up actions.

The moment when the red rope around the neck is hooked.

His heart was beating out.

"Whew~"

Even now when I think about it, it's still creepy, and it's a feeling that can't be described.

How sweet this past was, how thrilling that moment was.

It's like heaven and hell, forever at opposite ends of the world.

Standing on earth, the crossroads of heaven and hell seem to be getting closer and closer.

Looking at the vast expanse outside the window, Qin Jian put down the information of the magic flute.

He had to find something else to do.

"Luckily, there's still some time. ”

In fact, time passed in the blink of an eye.

...

For a college dog, sometimes there is too much time to run out, and sometimes less is pitiful.

As far as Li Shasha is concerned, she has an excellent major, a superior family, and no pressure, when she first started, she still felt that college courses were so easy that she was bored, and she always thought of tricks to make time every day, but in the recent paragraph, she was also a little overwhelmed.

As the concertmaster of Figaro's Spring, she felt that her time was running out as the day of the competition drew closer.

Today is the weekend, she pressed the alarm clock at six o'clock early in the morning, got up from the bed, washed up briefly, and then carried the violin to the rehearsal hall.

This morning was a solo training session for the string section, and the seventh solo rehearsal in two months.

She's the concertmaster and she needs to take her responsibilities on her shoulders.

While leading everyone to practice, she can also help Ning Qianxia share a little burden

After two months under high pressure, the whole club took on a new look, but every time everyone was just recognized and got a moment of rest, Ning Qianxia would always assign more difficult tasks to everyone.

But no one in the group complained, and Ning Qianxia was the hardest of all in the past two months.

Even Li Shasha knows a little secret of Ning Qianxia, the other party has been gaining weight like crazy in the past two months, because to play the role of the Queen of the Night, the other party needs to make his body look plump, which is more in line with the character image.

However, the strange thing of getting thinner and thinner the more she eats, both makes her envious and distressed.

"Sister Qianxia. ”

"The vice president is here. ”

Halfway through the morning rehearsal, Ning Qianxia suddenly appeared in the rehearsal hall.

"Everybody rest. ”

Li Shasha said and turned around and jumped off the podium.

"Sister Qianxia, why don't you sleep more?"

Ning Qianxia looked at the girl in front of her, who was a little more stable, chuckled and shook her head: "How is it, has the speed stabilized after the 165th measure?"

"Don't worry," Li Shasha felt a little proud, "I promise to surprise you during the rehearsal at noon." ”

It didn't take long for Chen Tangjie and Zheng Feng and others to come with musical instruments, and then more than half of the orchestra came before the meal.

After the rehearsal of the string section, it was time for everyone's favorite 'dinner' session.

"Order takeout!"

Everyone or a group, or an individual, took out their mobile phones to order takeout.

Rehearse together in the rehearsal hall, eat together in the rehearsal hall, sweat together in the rehearsal hall.

It didn't take long, more than two months, and this small group became more dependent on each other.

The same is true for this rehearsal hall