Zhang Guorong didn't speak, of course he knew the famous name of Time Magazine, but he knew even more about how high the standard was! How many times has he applied and not a single response!

Hisaishi's eyes also flickered, as long as he is in the entertainment industry, who doesn't want to receive this invitation? This is equivalent to opening the door to Europe and the United States! Only a truly strong company can hope to contact the interview team of Times Group!

"Actually, I learned that Time magazine has a fourth-class qualification, and they gave me a review of the fourth-class qualification." Qin Yuanfeng said calmly: "It can probably be on the black and white pages." ”

Already determined?

Several artists who know the influence of Time Magazine are speeding up.

They never thought that so soon, they thought about it for a long time, and even something that had been classified as a dream, Time Magazine had already finalized the Qin Dynasty?

"I ...... Can you finally show your face in Time magazine......" Elton John said in a trembling voice, his career is not good right now, once it is in Time magazine, everything will be reversed!

"But I refused."

"Qin Dong?!" This sound came out of the mouths of the four people in unison, and everyone looked at Qin Yuanfeng in amazement.

"It's just black and white pages!" Qin Yuanfeng's voice suddenly raised, suppressing everyone's voices: "Are you satisfied in this way!" ”

"Let me tell you, Time has re-sent the accreditation. We are positioned to be Level 3 or above! Editor-in-chief Wilson personally reviewed! Sony President Norio Ohga participated. This, you tell me that the black and white pages are satisfied? ”

Silent.

This time, even Zhang Guorong didn't speak at all, but the heat in his eyes looked at Qin Yuanfeng like an alien. And Elton John, Tom Jones' breathing was heavy and distinct.

"Qin Dong ......" Before he could speak again, Hisaishi said in a hoarse voice: "Dare to ask...... 3rd Class Qualification or above...... What is the manifestation? ”

"Big black and white." Qin Yuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief: "Remember, it's a third-class ...... Above. It's up to you to decide how much to take! ”

"Probably third-class." He looked at everyone's face: "Maybe it'...... It's second-class. Even wait! ”

"Second-class ......" Zhang Guorong finally couldn't help but speak: "Is it the cover?" ”

"At least the frontispiece." Qin Yuanfeng made a gesture to stop, fourth class, in the eyes of all the artists, it seems that it is unattainable, but he absolutely does not allow it: "Before eight o'clock tomorrow night, the major groups will arrange their repertoire, the performance location, and the performance time." I don't want to remind you that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Not only do you need it, but I also need TIME's affirmation. I want the world to know that art is played like this! ”

"Boom!" slapped on the table, no one was frightened, but because of this sentence, sparks ignited in their eyes.

"Every point in time, from beginning to end, clothes, in what form, you have to hand it in tomorrow night, and the day after tomorrow, I will arrange a full-day performance. Count the whole time of Taishan's live performance. After the Time report, we will do our best to compress all the show time, and we must win all of them within four hours. ”

"Qin Dong. Will Time really report? Zhang Guorong said in a deep voice.

Qin Yuanfeng smiled and did not answer. Norio Ohga came forward, and their specifications have climbed from fourth class to at least third class and above, and the report is ironclad. But his eyes don't stop there.

After an hour, the meeting adjourned. Qin Yuanfeng left, and none of the other artists left.

Because, just after Qin Yuanfeng left, when little Maxim was about to leave, Hisaishi Jean, Zhang Guorong, Elton John, and Tom Jones said almost at the same time: "Everyone, wait a minute. "Please stay." "Wait a minute."

The four of them glanced at each other, and the solemnity in their eyes was self-evident. Zhang Guorong looked at his age, withdrew first, and made a gesture of please: "Everyone, we should all mean the same thing." ”

"Thank you." The eldest, Tom Jones, did not refuse, but looked at all the artists and said in English, "Guys, you may not know. But once again, this event means a lot to us! Out of the common! ”

"Guys, do you know who Time magazine is looking for? I don't want to mention the name, but all of them are real contemporary artists. Without this opportunity, we may not be able to enter this door for the rest of our lives. OK…… I don't want to say more, I just want to reiterate that this opportunity given by Qin Dong is extraordinary. Stars can become red stars. Red Star has the hope of becoming a superstar! ”

"Everyone, after going down, don't take it lightly, Qin Dong said that this time the editor-in-chief of Time Magazine is here, and he won't lie to us. We must show the greatest energy to face our transformation from artist to artist. That's all I have to say. I don't want any one person to be holding the whole team back because of their own factors. ”

He patted Maxim on the shoulder beside him: "Including any age." ”

Everyone nodded solemnly. Even if others don't understand the status of Time Magazine, they have already experienced it from these highest-ranking artists.

The two days passed very quickly, and in the evening of the next day, Qin Yuanfeng received everyone's program list.

Ten songs, vividly, this is a whole, the professional performance team arrived immediately, the KISS group and other artists with insufficient qualifications were in charge of the harmony, Jean Hisaishi, John, Tom were in charge of the conduct, and Maxim was the main performer.

Time, starting from the evening, opens the whole prologue with a song "Exodus", and in the evening glow, this epic music is played.

watched them one by one, and in the end, his eyes fell on the end.

Youraisemeup, Zhang Guorong finally chose this song. Qin Yuanfeng can imagine that even if he is himself, he is afraid that he is worried now.

Taking a deep breath, he immediately sent the program to Norio Oga.

Ten minutes later, outside the president's office in the Sony Ark Building, Tokyo, Japan, a clerk received a fax, his eyes lit up, and he immediately walked to the office.

Knocking lightly on the door and getting permission to enter, Norio Ohga, who was on the phone, made a gesture to put it down, and the clerk respectfully withdrew.

"Aim. Jovi. The door closed slightly, and Norio Ohga smiled faintly: "The chairman of the Times Group suddenly called my private number, is it for my small proposal?" ”

"A small proposal?" He sighed on the phone: "Mr. Oga, I don't mean anything else. But do you know how much of a problem your 'little proposal' has caused us? ”

"Mr. Oga. Let's just talk about it. Time Magazine can't just think about it, even if you do. I apologize for the rudeness of the editor-in-chief. We are sending the editor-in-chief this time, but we must take the actual results as the standard. ”

Norio Oga's eyes were hot, and his hand flipped to the information he had just sent, and his eyes were filled with a blurred light: "Mr. Aim, don't worry about me, this time I am participating as a musician." Just follow the rules of your magazine. ”

Hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath and immediately picked up the information and looked at it.

Exodus...... THEMARS…… The god of the Forbidden City thought ......" He licked his lips because of the excitement in his heart that had been provoked by this paper plan for more than 20 years: "After the rehearsal, I will immediately go to the Weiye/Na Golden Hall to promote it...... Good, very good......"

After a long time, he put down his plan, pursed his lips and said: "Time magazine, Sony has long been a frequent visitor. But this time it's me, it's my debut with Norio Oga. Qin Jun, how do you interpret this set of grand movements? How can I realize...... This is the perfect concert for President Sony? ”

"I'm really looking forward to it......" Raising his head, he looked at the somewhat blurry ceiling and muttered: "There are things, don't look, don't ask, don't guess, only when it is revealed can people listen to a whole beautiful music...... Qin Jun...... I'm looking forward to ...... Can you make Time Magazine lower its noble head......"

He didn't think about this news at all, and immediately revealed it to Qin Yuanfeng.

In his debut debut, a few pages of black and white can't hide his appetite for more than 20 years. However, he has to rely on strength to go up! And not to go up as the president of Sony!

Without hesitation, he grabbed the phone and immediately dialed it.

Shandong, Taishan, Qin Yuanfeng put down the phone that had only been on the phone for two minutes. clenched his fist.

Really...... Time magazine finally stuck to its bottom line, and he knew very well that he could grasp the global weather vane, and this kind of status would never be exchanged for hundreds of millions of dollars!

He is looking very bad now, his voice is a little hoarse, his eyes are red, he has been shouting for two or three days, obviously his body is exhausted to the limit, but the excitement can't be concealed at all.

Time Magazine, China after Mao/Chairman, according to the historical trajectory, should have been Chairman Deng on the cover again after decades. But now, he has the hope of getting ahead of these great men of history!

He didn't know that the current location of Qin Yuanfeng was a temporary steel attic, and in the evening at the Nantianmen, countless lights had been lit up, like stars.

Spotlights, laser lights, and the bloody remnants of the sun piercing the sky, blending the colors into the magnificent sunset. Around this attic, Gao Xixi, Zhang Jizhong, Zhang Li, Li Shaohong...... Everyone, personally pushing the rail camera car, and the handheld camera that they have worked with for several years, looked at Nantianmen, which had begun to transform, without blinking.

Historic sites, integrated into the modern, in the air, more than a dozen helicopters circled, Zhang Yimou personally sat on the top with a seat belt, looking at the attic of Qin Yuanfeng below, the giant bracket that had been erected dozens of meters high, and the silver-white concert steel frame reflected the antique Nantianmen.

"Units ready." Qin Yuanfeng picked up the bullhorn and shouted. This sound echoed far away on the Nantian Gate, like the cry of the Nine Heavens.