There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

Fortunately, this brief episode did not affect the orchestra's next performance.

As soon as Jiang Zhiye left, the subsequent performances gradually improved, until the end of the concert, no one made any mistakes.

Watching the members of the orchestra enter the backstage one by one, Assistant Meng quickly took the violin from Xie Wen and asked, "Several music festival sponsors want to treat you to dinner later, shall we go?"

"No," Xie Wen refused, and said, "Which two people made mistakes in the orchestra tonight? Let them go to the organizer to apologize."

Assistant Meng nodded: "I'll drag them both to apologize immediately."

Xie Wen tugged on his bow tie, said nothing, and pushed the door straight into his lounge.

Assistant Meng followed behind him, hesitantly said: "Besides those few sponsors, there is another boss who wants to ask you to be an introduction, maybe because he wants to get to know William."

Xie Wen, who was taking off his tuxedo, paused when he heard this: "Is there anything to know about William."

A luthier who has never performed in public, so popular?

"A layman just wants to watch the fun," Assistant Meng said with a smile, "William is so mysterious, who wouldn't want to see it with his own eyes... So boss, when are you going to attend the concert again as William?"

He rubbed his hands together, looking expectant.

A few days ago, the boss had clearly figured it out, but then he changed his mind temporarily and replaced his other identity with his real name.

Appearing in the public eye just in time for the International Exchange Music Festival, isn't this a good opportunity to increase your net worth?Assistant Meng didn't understand why his boss had to retreat against the wind.

Furthermore, how many people came to this exchange music festival because of William's name!In terms of emotion and reason, tonight's concert is an excellent opportunity for Xie Wen to become famous overnight.

Listening to his analysis, Xie Wen found it quite interesting, and finally there was a smile in his eyes.

He said slowly, "Wait a little longer, don't worry about this matter."

After all, the more mysterious this kind of thing is, the more attractive it is.

"There is no reason for auctions to be sold after one bid, and the same is true for the name William," Xie Wen said softly, "My real name is very good, and all future concerts will be held under Xie Wen's name."

After saying this, for some reason, the scene of arguing with that onion, ginger, and garlic at the concert suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Jiang Zhiye, that man's name is Jiang Zhiye, right?"

Assistant Meng, who was packing up his things, raised his head and said "ah" in doubt.

Why, why did you suddenly think of Mr. Jiang?

Assistant Meng stopped his movements, as if he was facing an enemy, he quietly looked at the boss's expression.

Standing in front of him, Xie Wen fell into memory, inexplicably remembering Jiang Zhiye's provocative words.

"What is the violin playing, half as good as Mr. William's?"

This question is really hard to say.

I just don't know what wonderful expression will appear on that impolite guy's face when he finds out that William and Xie Wen are the same person?

It must be fun.

Xie Wen sneered silently, and his mood changed a little. He took out his mobile phone from his suit jacket, and before walking to the door of the lounge, he tapped on the door panel with his knuckles.

"I'll take Xiao Ming home tonight, you should go back early too."

Assistant Meng responded and watched Xie Wen disappear from sight.

The international exchange music festival hosted by the municipal government and major enterprises is scheduled for late August and will last for about a month.This season failed to catch up with Ji Xia's tail, Tangjia City had been raining for several days, and the beginning of autumn passed in a blink of an eye.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was drizzling on Huaxie Avenue in the city center, and Xue Tezhu was standing at the entrance of the building with an umbrella covered in moisture.

Not long after, several men in suits walked out surrounded by Jiang Zhiye, talking and laughing.

Xue Te helped to follow up with an umbrella, and heard someone asking from the side: "Mr. Jiang, I reserved a box at Qingyun Residence, which is on this street. Why don't you give me a face and let's get together later?"

A few voices of agreement followed.

Jiang Zhiye raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and said unhurriedly, "I'm really sorry, I have an appointment at five o'clock, and I'll invite everyone to dinner another day."

The man could only express his regret.

Special Assistant Xue followed several people into the parking lot, and sent off several company executives with a smile on his face. Before he could stand up straight, he saw Jiang Zhiye leaning against the car and waving to him.

"The equity investment has been negotiated. This afternoon you follow the vice president to sign the contract," Jiang Zhiye added, "Don't mess it up."

Xue Tezhu nodded: "Mr. Jiang, shall I drive you back?"

"No, I'll go shopping by myself." Jiang Zhiye tugged on his tie, opened the car door, and left in front of Special Assistant Xue.

"..."

Special assistant Xue looked at the car shadow and couldn't help scratching his head.

Recently, Jiang's business is back on track, Mr. Jiang even wants to hang out, which is a good thing.

Speaking of which, I lost a big business some time ago, and caught up with the little lover who was fostered to make trouble, which really added trouble to Mr. Jiang.At that time, Ms. Song wanted to use the concert to help him adjust his mood. Unexpectedly, everything went wrong that day. The promised guest did not attend, and she even had a quarrel with the chief violinist.

Thinking about it now, it's no wonder Mr. Jiang lost his temper in those few days and angered many people in the company.

But now it's all right, the little lover who caused trouble was kicked, the group is booming, Mr. Jiang seems to have forgotten what happened at the music festival, and everything is going well again.

There should be nothing to worry about him anymore.

Thinking of this, Special Assistant Xue felt relieved and left the parking lot with a beautiful heart.

The rain is still falling on the street, and the temperature is getting cooler.

A low-key and luxurious black car drove slowly on the side of the road. Raindrops wet the glass, blurring the figures on the street.

Jiang Zhiye was really in a good mood today, he turned down the social gatherings, purely to find a quiet place to breathe.

This street is a famous art street in Tangjia City. Many art exhibitions, music exhibitions, and tour concerts are held here. Therefore, the shops here are expensive, and even with the two rows of maple trees on the roadside, they are more exquisite than usual. a bit.

Jiang Zhiye drove all the way, looked down at the shops along the street, his thoughts were flying, and his eyes didn't know where they fell.

Not long after, a slightly familiar figure suddenly appeared in sight.

Through the hazy rain and fog and the car glass, one could see the boy carrying the piano case and walking against the rain, his figure was a little thin.

Jiang Zhiye narrowed his eyes and took the trouble to think about it for a while.

It turned out to be the young man I ran into backstage at the concert hall that day. I vaguely remembered his handsome appearance and his soft-spoken voice, which was quite to my liking.

But in this kind of matter, Jiang Zhiye has always been hot for 3 minutes. When he is busy with work the next day, he forgets which beautiful child he once fell in love with in a blink of an eye.

The red light at the intersection blinked twice and then turned green.

Jiang Zhiye stepped on the accelerator, and the car started slowly. When he passed the boy, he suddenly remembered something.

The steering wheel turned sharply, and the car stopped on the side of the road with double flashes on.

I remembered that that day there was a man named Xie Wen who came to him angrily to lead someone.At that time, Xie Wen warned with a cold face, stay away from that child.

Originally, it was just a dispensable lover's development object, which couldn't arouse Jiang Zhiye's extra interest.Unexpectedly, Xie Wen's face flashed in his mind, and for some reason, he changed his mind again.

What is available at your fingertips is not interesting, it is this kind of challenge that makes people interesting.

With an inexplicable desire to win or lose in his heart, Jiang Zhiye pressed the window button and patiently waited for the boy to be caught.The densely woven raindrops carried the cold wind and blew into the car windows, wet the leather seats.

At this moment, Zhuo Yiming, who was walking on the side of the street, carried the piano case on his back, covered his hair with one hand, and hurried forward.

The black car on the left front stopped in front of him, and the windows fell down.

It was a coincidence that Zhuo Yiming had a whim, and looked inside curiously, and suddenly saw the man in the driver's seat looking at him.

Those narrow, long and deep eyes instantly brought back his memories.

"Mr. Jiang!" Zhuo Yiming said pleasantly, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Jiang Zhiye hooked his lips, wanting to say hello to him too.The words came to his lips and swallowed back.

What's the name of this little boy?

Before he could remember, Zhuo Yiming walked to the car first, knocked on the door lightly, wrapped in a layer of damp air-conditioning, he said awkwardly: "Mr. Do you have an extra umbrella in your car?"

This is a good opportunity for close communication, Jiang Zhiye unlocked the car, a calculating gleam flashed in Taohua's eyes: "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

Zhuo Yiming blinked, a little confused.

He still remembered Xie Wen's advice to him, try not to have too much contact with Jiang Zhiye.It's fine to borrow an umbrella, but it's not good to get in his car, right?

Thinking of the scandalous news about Jiang Zhiye mentioned by Assistant Meng, Zhuo Yiming felt the danger belatedly.

"Mr. Jiang, how about I still..."

"boarding."

Jiang Zhiye looked at him intently, not sure if he was patient: "It's just taking you home, what are you afraid of?"

Zhuo Yiming gripped the strap of the piano case tightly, thought for a while, and finally opened the car door, and sat in the passenger's seat covered in moisture.

Along the way, the two chatted from time to time, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

In the second half of the process, Zhuo Yiming answered a call, which happened to be from Xie Wen.

The man's voice was processed by electromagnetic waves, mixed with the sound of rain, low magnetic and soft.

Zhuo Yiming held the phone carefully and listened intently to his speech.

"Brother, I've already gone back by car... don't worry... I'll be there soon, don't come out to pick me up... okay..."

The boy's voice was obviously lighter because of the phone call.

Jiang Zhiye didn't know who Zhuo Yiming was talking to, nor was he interested.When he arrived at the destination, the car stopped neatly at the door of an instrumental music store, his eyes fell on the wet glass window, and his tone was a little puzzled.

"Is this the home you were talking about?"

A violin instrument store.

"Well," Zhuo Yiming nodded heavily, with a little pride in his tone, "This four-story building belongs to our family. My brother and I usually live upstairs, and the first floor is the instrument store, which is very convenient."

Jiang Zhiye glanced at the storefront shaded by maple trees. The decoration is luxurious and the exhibition hall is spacious. It is not difficult to imagine that the owner of this building should have good taste.

The land on Huaxie Avenue is very expensive, and those who can buy an entire building should have a good family background.

Jiang Zhiye suddenly felt that his hunting difficulty had increased to another level.

"Thank you Mr. Jiang for taking me home today," Zhuo Yiming gestured to open the car door, "Then I'll go back first."

He was about to go out, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by Jiang Zhiye.

Zhuo Yiming's heartbeat faltered for a moment, and he turned to look over: "Jiang, Mr. Jiang..."

Seeing Jiang Zhiye leaning over, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you going to invite me in for a visit?"

"Of course it is possible," Zhuo Yiming looked hesitant, as if remembering the unhappiness between Xie Wen and Jiang Zhiye, and whispered, "But I don't think Mr. Jiang would want to see my brother."

"Oh?" Jiang Zhiye felt funny in his heart, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you know that I don't want to see him? If I have a good relationship with him, wouldn't it be..."

"—knock knock."

The window pane was tapped twice from the outside.

The two people in the car fell silent.

Jiang Zhiye looked away, and when he saw the man with a stern face holding an umbrella outside the car, the smile on his lips froze.

What is he? ?

The car door opened, and Xie Wen frowned unconsciously when he saw Jiang Zhiye in the driver's seat.

The eyes of the two met, and the flames blazed.

Zhuo Yiming, who was sitting in the middle, shivered, feeling that the surrounding aura began to develop in a strange direction.

"Xiao Ming, get out of the car," Xie Wen stretched out his hand to him, with a cool tone, "Follow me home."

Perhaps because of the cooler weather in the past week, he wore a thin black sweater today. The round neckline outlined his fair and beautiful neckline, and his facial features showed a bit of indifference and abstinence.

"..." Zhuo Yiming turned his head to look at Jiang Zhiye, cleared his throat, "Brother, thanks to Mr. Jiang's kindness for sending me back today, why don't we invite him to sit in the store."

After finishing speaking, he got out of the car, took Xie Wen's hand, and waited anxiously for the man to reply.

Xie Wen dragged Zhuo Yiming under the umbrella, glanced at Jiang Zhiye, and slowly considered.

Mr. Jiang is kind?If this man surnamed Jiang has any good intentions, it's probably more of an evil plot.

Xie Wen took half a step forward to block Zhuo Yiming, and immediately absorbed all Jiang Zhiye's attention.

He hasn't forgotten what happened on the day of the concert, and he can't show a good face to the man in the driver's seat right now.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang," he said without sincerity. "The rain is getting heavier. Mr. Jiang should come back early."

"He's inviting me," Jiang Zhiye looked past him at the tip of Zhuo Yiming's hair, raised his eyebrows, "Why, are you going to break your promise?"

The cuffs were pulled by the child behind him, Xie Wen turned his head and gave Zhuo Yiming a cold look, indicating that enough is enough.

"..."

The luxurious black car was locked, and Jiang Zhiye took out an umbrella from the car and walked into the rain, carefully looking at Xie Wen's store.

Before walking a few steps, Xie Wen, who was diagonally ahead, patted Zhuo Yiming's shoulder. The young man quickly opened the glass door and entered the shop with his piano case in his arms, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

Xie Wen stood on the tiled steps in front of the store, and while closing his umbrella, he quietly warned: "Stay away from him, you can afford it, but he can't."

The black umbrella dripping with rain was removed, revealing Jiang Zhiye's handsome face.

He stepped forward and stood beside Xie Wen, looked at the gloomy sky, and blinked his peach blossom eyes.

"How do you know I'm just playing, what if I'm serious?"

"Are you serious?" Xie Wen retorted quickly, with a trace of disgust in his tone, "Xiao Ming is only interested in the violin. Do you really think you can fool him with those blandishments?"

Usually he doesn't talk very much, but this time he was really angry.He subconsciously turned his head and wanted to say something, but he ran straight into Jiang Zhiye's playful eyes.

Jiang Zhiye's lips curved into an evil arc, and he said casually: "Well, continue."

"..."

Only then did Xie Wen realize that he was teasing himself.

Strange, I have lived for 30 years, and I have never encountered such a blood-drenched annoying ghost.

Xie Wen shook the umbrella that was stained with water droplets, and a word was ready to come out.