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Nie Mi has been devoted to konghou and traditional music all his life, so he naturally does not want to miss this opportunity.

It's just that young people were selected this time. His age and social status were not suitable for appearing in the same scene as young people, so he asked Qiao Nian for help.

Qiao Nian saw that there was a new message in the dialog box.

The other party seemed uncertain and asked her hesitantly.

She sat down, her legs were long and straight, and her whole body was wild and aggressive. She leaned on the back of the chair, with her fingers resting on the keyboard, and it took 2 minutes to type out a word.

The other end replied in seconds:

The soft light of the computer screen shrouded her face, as if coating her with a hazy white light. Qiao Nian replied to the message very quickly, typing twice on the keyboard with her fingers.

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In the high-level office of Beijing TV Station, Wen Ruxia suddenly leaned on the leather swivel chair, with a tired expression on her well-maintained face.

She supported her forehead with her hands, looked at the dialog box on the computer with a headache, and didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

She asked for contact information from Mr. Nie and heard that it was difficult to make an appointment with Chasing Light.

But she didn't expect that the other party would simply reject her.

She thought that Mr. Nie told the other party that the other party would save face...

"Mr. Wen, I'm here." The assistant opened the door and came in at this time, made her a cup of coffee and put it on her desk. Seeing her headache, he asked her softly, "Mr. Add you?"

"I added it, but I refused to meet, saying that I don't have time." Wen Ruxia felt restless, and took a sip of coffee from her coffee cup.

The mocha that the assistant made for her had no sugar, and it tasted bitter in the mouth. It doesn’t taste too bad when she’s tired. She’s in a bad mood today, and she can’t drink this kind of coffee without sugar.

Wen Ruxia reluctantly took a sip and put down the cup.

When the assistant saw that she asked him to make coffee and refused to drink it, he knew that she was depressed by frowning.Standing there awkwardly, I didn't know how to comfort her, and said softly: "Mr. Wen, don't feel too uncomfortable. Chasing the light is like this. He doesn't participate in the show and doesn't show his face. He can't get in touch with you even if he wants to. Since he is willing to add you, Maybe I really don't have time..."

This explanation is too far-fetched.

Wen Ruxia held the coffee cup and said nothing.

The bottom of the eyes is anxious.

She personally respects Nie Mi very much, and she also knows that Nie Mi has always wanted to promote traditional music. This time she has this opportunity, and she doesn't want to waste it.

But the actual situation is cruel. Unlike pop music, which can be promoted by a top star in the circle, traditional music is extremely lacking in representative figures.

Nie Mi has a high status in the circle, but if you let young people watch TV to recognize him, they may not be able to recognize that the person on TV is a well-known master of konghou in China.

This is still the case for Nie Mi, let alone those unknown people who play traditional music.

You find someone you don't know, even if you get in, what's the use, the audience doesn't approve, don't know, and aren't interested!

The only one who meets their conditions is one person—Chasing Light!

However, she is rebellious and rebellious, and her style of acting depends entirely on her mood. If she refuses, what can she do?

Wen Ruxia was thinking about the alternatives in her mind, when the message 'didi' on her computer rang.

She immediately put the glass down and threw herself into the news.