In the corridor outside the hall, Ye Xinghe called: "Help me find out who the leader of the Vienna symphony orchestra is called, and ask him to come to see me, and the curator will also call over." ”

Soon, the sound of running sounded.

"Ye Xinghe, you didn't leave?" The person who came was the curator, with some beads of sweat on his forehead, and just now he received a call from a provincial bigwig, asking him to go to meet someone outside the hall as quickly as possible.

"I'm waiting for you." Ye Xinghe said.

"Are you waiting for me?" The curator was stunned for a moment.

"It's not like someone called you and asked you to come out and see me." Ye Xinghe said playfully.

"You..." The curator looked at Ye Xinghe with a shocked face, impossible, this cliff is impossible.

"It's solemn who called you, I'm not wrong."

Curator: "····"

That's right, I called myself just now, and I was the number two person in the province, solemn.

Ye Xinghe actually said it in one gulp?

He, isn't he just a Taoist priest who came down from the mountain?

How do you know the solemn?

The curator's mind was blank at the moment, and he looked at Ye Xinghe in a daze.

"Mr. Ye."

At this time, a foreign man with curly hair and about fifty years old walked over and shouted in awe at Ye Xinghe.

"Mr. Maggie? You, do you know Ye Xinghe? ”

Maggies, the leader of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra this time, is also an internationally renowned musician with a very high status.

But at this moment, the arrogant Mr. Maggis was in front of Ye Xinghe, like a servant.

"Okay, looks like you've got a call too." Ye Xinghe said, "I won't talk nonsense, you can leave with your team, you don't have to play tonight." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ye." Maggis said, pausing for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Ye, I have the honor of playing my piano music for you alone?" ”

"No need, I like to listen to some classical music from our Great Xia Kingdom." Ye Xinghe said quite politely.

Maggis said again: "Mr. Ye, I know erhu, if you don't mind, I want to play it for you alone." ”

Curator: "····"

God, is it what Maggis said?

Maggis is a notoriously madman.

"Oh, you know erhu, but it impresses me." Ye Xinghe smiled. "And? 、”

McGeese said: "I can also play the zither and the lute. ”

"Okay, this one." Ye Xinghe nodded, "Okay, you prepare." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Ye." Maggis clenched his fist with one hand, clasped it in his heart, bowed respectfully to Ye Xinghe, and then bowed down and went to make preparations.

"What's the problem?" Ye Xinghe glanced at the curator.

The curator swallowed wildly, although he didn't know what Ye Xinghe's identity was, he might have made Zhuang Zhuang call in person, and made Maggis so awe-inspiring and polite, Ye Xinghe was not an ordinary Taoist priest.

"Mr. Ye, I'm really sorry." The curator suddenly gave himself a big mouth, very hard, "I'm so sorry for my previous behavior. ”

"It's Wen Chun, it's Wen Chun's grandson who brought me to power." The curator immediately betrayed Wen Chun.

Although Wen Chun is also very good, he is not so awesome as to let Zhuang Zhuang call in person, but Ye Xinghe is different. solemnly called him on his mobile phone, telling him to cooperate with Ye Xinghe, if Ye Xinghe was unhappy, he, the curator, would not have to go now.

Therefore, the curator instantly understood that only by currying favor with Ye Xinghe could he keep the black yarn hat.

"I know."

Ye Xinghe looked very calm, this curator was just a little minion, "Let's get all the people away, I want to listen to Maggis play for us alone with my wife, is there any problem." ”

The curator gasped and drove away all the bigwigs in the hall, but there were many business tycoons and sons in the provincial capital.

"If you can't do it, you don't have to be this curator." Ye Xinghe said.

"Yes, yes, I try."

The curator was covered in cold sweat.

Ye Xinghe: "It's not as much as possible, it's certain, give you ten minutes, and watch it yourself." ”

Ye Xinghe walked into the hall after speaking.

The curator looked at Ye Xinghe's figure, covered his forehead with his hand, and gritted his teeth: "Numb, this time Lao Tzu was miserable by Wen Chun's grandson." ”

"Well, that Ye Xinghe is back."

"What do you mean? What about the curators? What about security? ”

When everyone saw Ye Xinghe's figure appear again, they were also stunned.

I thought Ye Xinghe would leave in shame, but I didn't expect to come back.

Wen Chun was also stunned, and scolded in his heart: "The curator is really fucking Shabi, he won't ask the security guards to get Ye Xinghe away?" Could it be that Ye Xinghe dares to do it here? ”

The opera hall is a unit department of the provincial capital, and Ye Xinghe definitely doesn't dare to do it here.

After Ye Xinghe sat down, he naturally heard the gossip of those fools, but his face was very calm.

"When I go out and come back, everyone is in good spirits." Zhou Xumei glanced at Ye Xinghe and said with a smile.

"It's much more comfortable to go out and get some air." Ye Xinghe blinked. "Just smile more, don't always put on a cold face, as if the world owes you tens of billions."

Zhou Xumei pulled another face.

At this time, the curator once again took the microphone to the stage.

He looked at the hundreds of people below, and his feet were shaking violently, but compared to throwing away the black gauze hat, he was offended.

"Curator, what's the matter with you, why is Ye Xinghe still here?" A wealthy businessman with a big belly stood up and asked sharply.

"What are you doing as a curator?"

Everyone was also very unhappy.

The curator swallowed his spit and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry to inform you that this time the symphony orchestra's Mr. Maggis has been canceled due to special matters, and we will refund your fees one by one." ”

"I'm really sorry."

The curator bowed.

"I'm grass, right?"

"What is the reason for Mr. Maggie?"

"Cao, Lao Tzu brought his girlfriend to spend tens of thousands of yuan, is this a matter of money? It's a matter of face. ”

Sure enough, as soon as the curator's words came out, the people below instantly exploded.

The curator bowed down again and said, "I'm really sorry, it's our fault, it's our fault, I'm sorry everyone." ”

"Hemp, a waste of Lao Tzu's time."

"You don't want to be a curator anymore."

"Dog stuff."

Everyone scolded the mother.

After scolding the mother, the people below had no choice but to get up and leave one by one.

After a few minutes, the hall was almost gone.

"You two, do you want to go to my villa for tea?" Although Wen Chun was also very unhappy that he was betrayed by a foreigner tonight, he didn't have the courage to question, and immediately invited Ye Xinghe and Zhou Xumei.

"Have you ever seen people and dogs drinking tea?" Ye Xinghe snorted.

"You..."

Wen Chun was so angry that he scolded his mother, this week Xu Mei and Ye Xinghe are really amazing, and the scolding words are the same.

"Okay, okay, you're awesome." Wen Chun didn't dare to be too far in front of Zhou Xumei, for fear that Zhou Xumei would go berserk and suffer again.

"Let's go."

Wen Chun and the model woman also left.

In the Grand Theater, there are only three people left, the director, Ye Xinghe, and Zhou Xumei.

"Are we going too?" Zhou Xumei didn't feel any regrets in her heart, she was not interested in the so-called foreign symphony in the first place, and she happened to go back to read the company's financial report.

"We're going to have to stay and be listeners." Ye Xinghe smiled, and then said to the curator on the stage. "Let's see, is Mr. Maggie ready? Tell him to hurry up, we don't have time to wait for him for so long. ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye, I'll go backstage and ask." The curator bowed and stepped off the stage.

Zhou Xumei: "····"

Curator: Why did this dog listen to Ye Xinghe's words?