Good Wu Liang also has a female ticket now, and his resentment is no longer single, which is much shallower than when he was in single dog. Otherwise, he can’t guarantee that he will bite off more than he can chew to challenge this muscular bitch.
"Hum don’t you have a wife …"
Although I lost the fragrance given off by single dog, Wu Liang appeared with a small white face temperament, that is, generosity (I’m serious, it is said that nine times out of ten married men will have a belly, which is terrible. Am I unmarried now and enjoying married treatment? )
It’s hard to talk with a big belly. Chang Xiaoxiao is a ridiculous person
Officer Wu is now used to showing affection to others.
But when he was in the middle of fitness, the words in his pocket suddenly rang.
Curious, I picked up the words and found that it was the big brother who rarely contacted me.
That’s right. It’s Qi Yiheng, vice minister of the Central/Propaganda Department.
Why do you always think of a stealthy image every time you visit a big brother?
Wu Liang smiled and answered the phone and asked, "What’s up, big brother?"
"There is an opportunity," Qi Yiheng said with a serious voice and a consistent bureaucratic tone. "Next month, the Prime Minister will visit England with the National Symphony Orchestra. Their purpose of this trip is to have cultural exchanges with the Royal English Symphony Orchestra. They are looking for people everywhere to innovate symphonies. Are you interested in giving it a try?"
"Symphony?" Wu Liangleng a "I’m not familiar with this thing?"
Chapter four hundred and forty-four The title of this chapter is very unlucky
Symphony is a large orchestral music with multiple movements and multiple orchestras.
Pop music, on the other hand, mainly refers to making profits and creating business music, which is artistically worse than symphony by more than one grade.
Simply put, symphonies need art, pop music needs money.
Symphonists who create symphonies generally don’t think much of people who write pop music. They think that these people stink of copper, and no musician should have quality.
Wu Liang is a symphony created by a standard pop music. He is a small role after all.
Now Qi Yiheng has asked him to create a symphony, not to mention whether he can write it, even if he can, will the orchestra want it?
Wu Liang felt that Qiyiheng’s discussion was quite unreliable, but he Bai Qiyiheng was still grateful for trying to condense his hope.
But Qi Yiheng’s idea is different from his.
"I have told Wang Jingfei, the head of the National Symphony Orchestra, that he will let you come over in the afternoon." Qi Yiheng said, "You must seize this opportunity once in a blue moon."
"Grasp …" Wu Liang vomited two bubble junior brothers. I have never written a symphony or learned this stuff. How can I grasp it?
You’re not forcing a good prostitute. Don’t you push the thief wall?
Symphony, dozens of people play with things. You think I can play alone?
You know, writing a symphony doesn’t just mean knowing the music. A symphony usually needs a dozen or twenty kinds of instruments. What kind of piano, harp, flute, piccolo, harp and xylophone accordion can write a symphony? People usually need to be very familiar with these dozens of instruments.
This is also the reason why musicians who can write symphonies are called famous artists.
Wu Liang, a student of pop music, doesn’t know where Qi Yiheng got the courage to push him to the National Symphony Orchestra.
Brother, it seems that Master will be taken away again this time …
Wu Liang lamented one
I can’t help it. Qi Yiheng has already decided on this matter. Even if he can’t, he has to go, right?
So Wu Liang packed up, went home, took a shower, changed into a refreshing suit and came to the National Symphony Orchestra.
Not the kui is a music hall full of artistic flavor. Wu Liang heard the cheerful music across the street, to be exact. I don’t know how the surrounding residents usually live. I think everyone has been cultivated with artistic tinnitus every day.
Soon after entering the station, a security guard came to ask, "Why didn’t you see the sign at the door? No one is allowed in here!"
"I’m not a sage," Wu Liang said with a modest hand. "I’m just an ordinary person. I have an appointment with you, Colonel Wang, to meet at noon."
"Captain Wang?" The security guard was puzzled and said, "How can you make an appointment with Wang Tuanchang at noon? You’re not here to attend the founding meeting, are you? "
"Create a meeting. What is a meeting?" Wu Liang just asked
"Go to English to attend the new meeting of the exchange group!" The security guard said carelessly, "There are quite a few people here. It’s a famous symphony composer in China. By the way, who are you? Why haven’t I seen you before?"
"I depend!" Wu Liang’s face turned black. Although he didn’t even have the confidence to write a symphony himself, what’s the name of this colonel Wang Jingfei? Isn’t he too serious?
Now that I have an appointment with him, I have invited a lot of symphonic creators to come to the meeting. Is this a joke?
Actually, Wu Liang misunderstood that few people in China can create a symphony by themselves. Every time, the creation of a symphony in China is achieved through this method of teamwork.
Look at the whole world, there are not many musicians who can complete a symphony independently.
All along, whenever a new symphony needs to be created, the National Symphony Orchestra will have such a meeting to bring together the well-known symphony creators, and then everyone will unify their thoughts, enlighten their wisdom, and then assign you to write a passage where you are good at grand piano and piano, and I am good at long and short horns, so I can learn from others and finally make up a complete symphony chapter.
This is why Wang Jingfei, head of the National Symphony Orchestra, called Wu Liang here at this time.
He originally meant to hope that Wu Liang could attend the meeting, even if he gave an idea or an opinion, he would be able to make a job with Qi Yiheng.
But I didn’t expect that his move caused Wu Liang to misunderstand.
Wu Liang’s temper is like this. The more you look down on me, the more I want to be a hooligan and make you look down on me even more!
So he said to the security guard, "Yes, I just came to attend the meeting. Take me to the conference room."
"Oh," the security guard heard that Wu Liang had come to attend the founding meeting and immediately dared not look down upon him. He hurriedly took him to the resident conference room.
A large group of "masters" of symphony orchestra have already gathered in the conference room.
"What’s the matter? Isn’t everyone here? Why isn’t the meeting of the head of the delegation Wang?" A middle-aged man with Mediterranean hairstyle asked Wang Jingfei