There are thousands of good words, but it is better to say the opposite. Bad news always follows good news.

From the perspective of fairness, after judging some benefits, Duan Santai naturally continued what he had just said and talked about some things about the premise.

"It's just Mr. Lin, there are two problems that must be solved for this idea of yours." Duan Santai looked at Lin Feng and said. His brows seemed to be furrowed, and he had encountered a very critical problem, and he needed to know with facial expressions that he was thinking.

Lin Feng didn't speak, nodded, and made a deferential expression, waiting for Santai's words later.

"First, Ah Zong is a judge, can the judge be like an audience? He is not qualified. Second, Ah Zong himself may not be willing, singing, after all, is the deepest thought he buried in his heart, in front of hundreds of millions of eyes, he is very self-aware of his own situation, can he open his throat? Duan Santai said with a finger.

After briefly saying the question he wanted to ask, Duan Santai didn't continue to add something else, just looked at Lin Feng tightly, waiting for Lin Feng's answer.

"Oh, these are the key questions." Under Duan Santai's gaze, Lin Feng didn't have a problem with the need to be like a great enemy, and after laughing softly for a syllable, he said out loud.

After a slight pause, Lin Feng said with a twisted posture, "However, these key problems have key corresponding situations to solve. ”

"Oh, I want to hear about it." Duan Santai was stunned for a moment and said to Lin Feng. For these two key points, Lin Feng, who is neither the maker of the empire's good production rules, nor Li Guangzong himself, will solve it, Santai he wants to know.

"First, there is no answer to the question of whether Mr. Li is qualified to participate in the event as a person in the event, and there is no rule that the program team does not allow it, and Mr. Li is also a member of the scene, so it is okay. Although there was no agreement, there was no opposition, and the atmosphere at the scene at that time, everything was not a problem. No problem, yes. Lin Feng smiled and expounded the answer he had prepared, and his hand also pointed to 'one'.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng would say such a slightly scoundrel method, Duan Santai, who was originally about to make some remarks on Lin Feng's words, shut up. Although what Lin Feng said was a little wrong, it felt like this was the case.

"Second, I think so about Mr. Lee's thoughts. Everyone will have a stage dream in their hearts, and everyone is willing to express themselves on the stage. I think Mr. Li is no exception to this, for him, a stage where he can sing is his stage dream, and his dream is close to being realized, just one step away, who can refuse. After a pause, Lin Feng expressed his opinion on Duan Santai's second question.

Santai was speechless, and for Lin Feng's words, he entered a state of speechlessness again. In such a case, the refusal of people, really can't.

"As for Mr. Duan, what you just said about Mr. Li's worries, I just want to say that Mr. Li is also an expert, and when the song is in front of him and hits his heart, his worries have also disappeared." Regarding Santai's expected speechlessness, Lin Feng just smiled, and then told his last thoughts.

After that, he stopped talking, and waited for Duan Santai to express his opinion or opinion.

Duan Santai didn't speak immediately, and after thinking about what Lin Feng said in silence for a while, he spoke up.

"Mr. Lin, you are really thoughtful and comprehensive, and some questions are not problems."

Duan Santai's voice was full of admiration, admiring what Lin Feng was thinking. In Duan Santai's own thinking words, if you get people done, is there anything else in this world that can't be done?

"Thanks to all the coincidences in the world, otherwise my problems in the final would not have been easy to solve." Lin Feng said after smiling.

"Hehe, mutually beneficial things, we must thank coincidences, and people's hearts." Duan Santai also smiled.

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"Mr. Lin, I want to sort out some of our conversations just now into a document, and after improvement, let our employees of Jinshi understand, I don't know ...... you" After a few laughs, Duan Santai looked at Lin Feng and said.

Duan Santai didn't finish his words, and when he talked about the last part, he looked at Lin Feng and stopped talking. But Lin Feng already understood what he meant. Words are inexhaustible, but meanings can be conveyed.

Seeing that Santai was no longer talking, Lin Feng, who understood what he meant, naturally put a shelf that he didn't understand.

He said.

"I have no opinion, what I say is the water that is spilled, as long as it is not used for commercial purposes, I will not have an opinion, please feel free." Lin Feng said.

"This is natural, for commercial use, I will definitely give you a satisfactory price Mr. Lin." Nodding solemnly, Duan Santai said to Lin Feng, "On behalf of our Jinshi Pop Music Co., Ltd., thank you, Mr. Lin. ”

As he spoke, Duan Santai stood up and bowed very solemnly to Lin Feng.

"Mr. Duan is too polite, it's just some opinions, with or without it." Lin Feng hurriedly stood up and stretched out his hand to help Duan Santai Dao.

"If you go down a road, there may be countless good songs, and then more people will be achieved, Mr. Lin, you are really a little too indifferent." Shaking his head, Duan Santai didn't know what kind of expression to use to look at Lin Feng, so he could only say with an expressionless face.

"Hehe, Mr. Duan, what you said is very reasonable, it's just that there are some things that can't be done or what, what can we do except try to make ourselves more indifferent?" Laughing lightly, Lin Feng said.

"Uh......"

Regarding what Lin Feng said that had just reached his ears, Duan Santai was stunned for a moment, and then he was speechless. There's no way, that's what Lin Feng said.

Although Lin Feng and what he just said pointed out another path in music, it only pointed out a direction, and it will take time for talents in this area to verify the way forward, and people can't know. You can't charge for showing the way because you show the way. For conversations or theories, there is a way to make a direct profit, to assemble into a book and publish a book, but this method is not feasible for Lin Feng's words today, whether it is useful words or idle words today, they are all gathered together, whether it can be made into two pages is a problem, and a book is published. It's still easy to sort out internally and print two pieces of paper to digest among the relevant staff of the company.

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Seeing that the light of thought in Duan Santai's eyes gradually cleared up, Lin Feng was speechless, turned his head to look at the starry moon outside the window, and the world was already impossible to ignore, and looked down at the time, looked at Duan Santai and opened his mouth, and was about to say something 'It's not too early, it's over, goodbye', but saw Duan Santai speak first, only to hear him say.

"Mr. Hayashi, the problem is no longer a problem, let's go and see Mr. Hayashi's future residence in Kyoto, shall we?" Looking at Lin Feng, Duan Santai said with a face with a temperament that was different from just now, but with the same temperament as Lin Feng just now.

"I'm going to see it tonight?" Santai's words made Lin Feng stunned, looking at Duan Santai, who seemed a little formulaic, Lin Feng said with some surprise.

"The view is more beautiful at night." Duan Santai said to Lin Feng with a smile, without saying too much, but he successfully created an atmosphere that made people have ideas and explorations. After all, the word 'more' and the word 'beauty' are a little inappropriate to use in a house.

As a member of the free students of Longteng University Longteng Academy, Lin Feng is naturally quite carefree. To a certain extent, except for the handling work, it is just idle. People who are idle and have nothing to do, except for some people with special temperaments, always like to find something to fill their idle time. And in such a situation, they are generally not picky about things. Therefore, after thinking for a while, Lin Feng, who wanted to see this 'more beautiful', was invited by Duan Santai to take a look at the house he had gotten by wasting a lot of saliva today.

In terms of time, the sky has not yet been very deep, but the night outside the window, under the illumination of the lights in the world, has become extraordinarily deep.

Although Duan Santai, as the president of Jinshi, has obviously not left his office, with the arrival and passing of working hours, there are very few people in Jinshi Mansion except for some inspirations, some people who are thinking hard, or singing repeatedly, and some staff whose work is at night.

Yes, the president is working very hard, he hasn't left the office, he hasn't left the company, you left so diligently, don't you want to do it, I don't know how to behave in front of the president, he left late, you are later than him, it's been a long time, what's wrong? Such rules, Goldstone Pop Music Co., Ltd., no.

To a certain extent, the management of Goldstone Pop Music Co., Ltd. is a combination of Chinese and Western, and the authority of the president or boss is supreme. In detail, it was Duan Santai who issued an order, if the whole company needs to be mobilized, then the whole company must not have the slightest stay, and Duan Santai is what he says. To be more refined, as long as the leader gives orders to his subordinates, the subordinates must implement them wholeheartedly and ensure that the task is completed. Of course, there are two limitations. First, the order must be within the limits of the laws of the Empire, and must not prejudice the interests conferred by the laws of others or by one's own. Second, the order must be for the sake of the company, on official business, and in the right place, and within the scope of one's responsibility. Beyond these two items, no matter what level of employees they are, they have the right to refuse. If it is a mandatory order from the superiors, every employee of Goldstone Music has a number on their mobile phones, Duan Santai's number that does not turn off for 24 hours. But if the number is dialed out, and after investigation, it is not the wrong person, then the consequences are quite serious. At the worst, the bonus and salary are missing, and at the worst, pay a large fine, and then leave.

These measures are written into the company's system and publicized on the walls 24 hours a day, and they also give every employee the right to supervise and report.

Of course, there are such rules that can be said to be a bit too strict, and naturally there are also things that are very human.

The first article of the regulations of Goldstone Pop Music Co., Ltd. has only two sentences.

'Every man has his dignity, and every man must take care of his own dignity and the dignity of others at all times. Even if he makes mistakes, we can punish them spiritually with substance. ”

This is a rule that makes every Jinshi person do their best.

In the corner of the office, there are all kinds of drinks, and the game room in the next room makes every Jinshi person happy when they are dedicated, so as to pay 200% enthusiasm for work.

If a company that respects everyone, dignity and rest cannot last long, it can only show a problem, and the world is in chaos.

It is under such regulations that Jin Shi did not slap Duan Santai on the back, if you shoot it, his promotion to your position depends on your usual performance.

Therefore, no one took Duan Santai seriously. Of course, it means that he has not yet issued an order.

Well, when the order was issued, no one took him seriously either, they were all busy with his orders.

At this moment, it was already late, under the command of the regulations of Jinshi Pop Music Co., Ltd., the building was almost empty, and the lights were only the road in the corridor, and Duan Santai's driver was also gone.

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"Mr. Duan, I remember that you have your own special driver." Sitting in the car, Lin Feng looked at Duan Santai, who was in the driver's seat, performing a series of slight operations, and not only asked out loud.

"Oh, he's already home from work, and he's my driver while he's on duty." Gently moving the steering wheel, in the square at the main entrance of the Jinshi Building, where the red carpet had long been removed and only the banners were left, Duan Santai turned the front of the car and said to Lin Feng.

"Oh, that's it." After sighing a few words in his heart, after the driver and the owner of the car, Lin Feng nodded and responded.

"Where are we going?" After a pause, Lin Feng asked Duan Santai again. He was not familiar with Kyoto, and he felt even more confused about the busy traffic at night. East, west, north and south are fast, you have me, I have you.

"Go to the other side of the mountain." Duan Santai freed up a hand and pointed in a certain direction, and said.

"The other side of the mountain?" Lin Feng was stunned, what is on the other side of the mountain, it is the sea. Words like these suddenly came to his mind.

"Mr. Duan, the house you are talking about can't be by the sea, right?" Lin Feng asked Duan Santai.

"You can see the sea, but it's far from the sea. Mr. Lin, the story on the other side of the mountain corresponds to the influence, and you, the author, can't sit in the right seat in reality. Turning the head of the car again, Duan Santai smiled at Lin Feng.

"Huh." Lin Feng smiled and didn't speak.

Kyoto was one of the largest cities in the empire.

The place is big, and there are naturally more things that can be carried. It's a theory that can be adapted at home or elsewhere. The same is true of Kyoto, of course.

In addition to the political significance of Kyoto, in reality, what Kyoto carries can also be calculated in a massive amount.

Needless to say, the most basic component of the human being is not to mention, not to mention the building architecture. Let's talk about things that are rarely seen in some cities, Kyoto has mountains, water, and although there is no sea, there are rivers and streams.

There is a mountain in Kyoto, and there is no need to ask, this mountain is not the highest. The mountains of Kyoto are more like veins than mountains. Of course, just a short, short stretch of the mountains. A mountain range that can be seen from afar or up close.

There are people in Kyoto, and there are many, many people. And people need accommodation. Kyoto is a very large place, but it is not very big for people. Therefore, in some places, there are many high-rise buildings. And there are always people who want to spend a lot of money, want to live better, and can be on the ground, not in the sky. Thus, the mountains of Kyoto were developed.

There are many mountains or veins in Kyoto, and the place where Duan Santai is driving Lin Feng is going is one of them, a mountain called Mt. Pagoda.

As the car moved, the road ahead, the bend in front of it finally drove almost away. Driving through the entrance of a very tall gate, Lin Feng, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and at that moment, he felt as if he had stepped from one world into another. After thinking about it for a while, Lin Feng came to a conclusion when the car was slowly moving upward, it turned out that it was not only the Jinshi Mansion that was left behind because of the car, nor was it just the people who were not in a hurry, but a lively, or noisy. Quietly, the traffic between the cities has gradually moved away and gone away.

After slowly driving upwards for a while, at a brightly lit place, Duan Santai controlled the car and slowly stopped. Stopped somewhere, and in the vicinity, there are also some cars, stopping.

"This is ......" Getting out of the car, Lin Feng looked at Duan Santai and asked.

"This is Pagoda Mountain in Kyoto, I will give Mr. Lin a house to you, it is considered a friendship, a transaction, and it is not counted. And the house is on this pagoda hill, in front of it. Please. Duan Santai smiled mysteriously and said softly.

As he spoke, the two of them took a step together, and there was still a bright light in front of them. In the forest between the two places, there is a bluestone path.

Time is money, and the people who live in Pagoda Hill are usually businessmen. Businessmen don't waste money, and they don't want to waste it.

Therefore, there is not much land that needs to be measured with your feet between this and that light.

After a short time, Lin Feng and Duan Santai walked through the path between the forests and came to a place where there was light.

It's not people who have a bright light in front of you, it's a street lamp.

There are many, many street lamps here, and the road that is not narrow under the lamps shines very brightly.

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