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Because of work needs, Zhang Weidong opened an international long-distance call.

The first call from China was actually from Xiao Jungu, and it was when he was in the worst mood.

Just hearing Xiao Jungu's voice, Zhang Weidong asked very displeased: "Why is it you again?"

After that, without waiting for Mr. Xiao to reply, he continued to ask: "How do you know my phone number? Did you send someone to investigate me?"

After a series of questions, Jun Xiao also sensed that he was in a bad mood, and said as gently as possible: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you. I asked for the phone number from the school management office. I'm calling you. Ask Xiao Wu, can you come to his birthday party?"

Zhang Weidong was stunned: "Xiao Wu is going to celebrate his birthday? When is it?"

"The day after tomorrow, Saturday evening."

"No, I'm still in Japan, and I won't be back until next week."

"Is that so..."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent, only the sound of slow breathing and a slight electromagnetic sound could be heard.

There was an hour difference between Tokyo time and Beijing time, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Zhang Weidong leaned against the bedside, looking at the wall lamp in the room, with a thoughtful expression.Maybe it's because you are in a foreign country and everything is going wrong, and hearing a familiar voice can relieve your boredom a little.

Both of them didn't say anything more, but they didn't hang up the phone either, allowing the silence to continue.

After a while, Xiao Jun asked tentatively, "Are you in trouble?"

Zhang Weidong hummed lightly. He couldn't tell his colleagues some words, so he had to hold them in his stomach, which made him uncomfortable.

This afternoon, when he was doing the final rehearsal at the music festival, he saw that Suzuki Ishiya.After all, he also earns his living in the music industry. Zhang Weidong has already heard of this famous name, but he has only heard of it, and he doesn't know the details of the other party.

The staff of the organizer notified them that they could go on stage. Zhang Weidong led the singer out of the dressing room, and ran into a man head-on, because both of them were walking in a hurry, they almost bumped into each other.At that time, Zhang Weidong didn't care, he glanced at the other party hastily, and hurriedly sent the singer to the stage.

Halfway through the rehearsal, Zhang Weidong focused on the stage and silently noted down the details that needed to be adjusted.Generally speaking, he is still very satisfied. It is indeed the largest music event in Asia, and the audio configuration and behind-the-scenes support are of a high standard.His singer sits on the stage, humming while strumming the guitar strings, the sound is crisp, and the picture is quiet and beautiful, which fits the style of the song very well.

The man walked down the stage and said a word.

Zhang Weidong saw that the translator's expression changed, so he asked, "What did he say?"

The interpreter told him hesitantly: "He said...the qin is a good qin...it's a pity to waste it..."

Zhang Weidong laughed angrily on the spot. He is the owner of this guitar. Although it is temporarily lent to the singer, it is not a waste of money. Who is it for others to point it out?He dragged the translator and came to the man: "That's my piano. I think it's a waste to use it for someone else—for example, Mr. Suzuki."

Suzuki Shi also listened to the interpreter's explanation, and was not angry, but shook his head regretfully: "It's really bad luck for this violin to fall into your hands, and it's too wasteful to lend it to such a person. It can be used to support the facade."

Zhang Weidong was pissed off again: "At least we built this facade ourselves, unlike some people who canvassed votes before the competition even started. Do you think you are running for the Prime Minister of Japan?"

Suzuki Shi also took a while to understand what he meant, and then said nonchalantly: "Although the company has done some unnecessary things, it's not a big deal, anyway, the end result is the same."

Zhang Weidong sneered, he didn't bother to speak satirically, thinking to himself, this guy has such a thick skin.

But he had to admit that this person caught his attention, so after the rehearsal was over, he checked Suzuki Ishiya's information online, and found him to watch his concert two years ago.As a result, I didn’t know if I didn’t read it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

This guy is not thick-skinned, he is arrogant, and he has the capital of arrogance!

Suzuki Ishiya is 32 years old this year. He was born in a musical family. His father is an orchestra conductor and his mother is a famous pianist. He himself is an honorary graduate of the Royal Academy.After his debut, his style is positioned as a punk rock singer. He has held concert tours in Asia, the venues were sold out, and he has released several albums, and most of the songs in the albums are his own originals.

He has won many awards, and his glorious deeds can be described as a lot, but what surprised Zhang Weidong was his own strength.

Every album has topped the IEP sales list, and even the single EP can sell 30 copies. This data is not to mention in the Asian music scene, even in Europe, it can be overshadowed by international singers.Zhang Weidong watched Suzuki Ishiya's concert, and the atmosphere was extremely frenzied. Thinking about his singer's performance on stage, he immediately felt that it was not a series.

Zhang Weidong thought of the other party's tone and demeanor, it didn't seem like he cheated because he was afraid of losing, but he didn't take cheating seriously because he was sure of winning.

Xiao Junso asked on the phone: "Think you guys will lose?"

Zhang Weidong spoke from his heart: "I'm sure I'm going to lose, there's no suspense at all. Suzuki Ishiya has rich experience in performing, and the typhoon is very mature, with strong explosive power and strong control. He is the kind of singer who can drive the audience as soon as he takes the stage."

He can only say these words to Xiao Jun, the game has not yet started, and he can't destroy the prestige of his own people.

"After all, you are bringing newcomers, so just do your best."

"Yeah, the competition is tomorrow, and I was thinking of doing my best to obey the destiny, but now it seems...hehe."

So Jun Xiao didn't speak, but also smiled.

Zhang Weidong yawned, looked at the time, and suddenly felt something was wrong, he actually talked with Xiao Jungu on the phone for more than half an hour.

Suddenly there was an awkward feeling, they were not friends, what was this?

Zhang Weidong thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Xiao, did you do it on purpose? Why can't I get rid of you?"

It took a long time for Xiao Jun to reply: "No, I will pay more attention in the future, so as not to disturb you."

Zhang Weidong was a little embarrassed: "Please, please help me say happy birthday to Xiaowu, and I will make up for the gift when I come back."

"No trouble, good night." Xiao Junso hung up the phone.

Zhang Weidong turned over and lay on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

He is really powerless to complain about this relationship that is constantly cut and messed up. In his life, Xiao Jun is a special existence. I don't know what position to put this person in, and I can't get close to him. , not completely unfamiliar.

Early in the morning when the sun just came out, Zhang Weidong was dragged out of the bed by his ears before he woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhou Li's menopause-like face.

"Still sleeping, get up quickly, something happened."

To make Zhou Li so restless, not only did something happen, but something major happened.

I don't know if it's because of acclimatization, but their representative singer got gastroenteritis, vomiting and diarrhea, and was sent to the hospital not long ago.Zhang Weidong rushed to the hospital. The little girl was on an IV drip, her face was very pale, and her forehead was still a little hot when she touched it.

Zhang Weidong was in a hurry, and immediately asked her: "Can you still be on stage?"

The little girl moved her lips, bent down suddenly, and spat out with a "wow".

Zhang Weidong was almost spit out all over his pants, but fortunately he hid quickly, the little girl's tears were blurred, and she said sorry with a sob.

Not long after, the diagnosis came out, and it was indeed gastroenteritis, probably due to eating too much salmon sashimi.

When Zhang Weidong heard this, he immediately pointed at the singer's manager and scolded: "You don't pay attention, can you let her eat whatever you want? Especially raw and cold food, if you can't stand it, you will definitely get sick. Don't you have a little common sense?"

The manager was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head and apologized hastily.

Zhang Weidong got angry, and immediately rushed back to the hotel to call everyone for an emergency meeting.

"With less than five hours before the game, we have only two options. One is to withdraw from the game now, and the other is to wait and see. If we can't play at the start of the game, we will definitely make a fool of ourselves, and it will also affect the programming of the entire program. and process."

Everyone in the room was silent, it happened so suddenly.

"We don't have time to daze here." Zhang Weidong looked at Zhou Li: "You make a decision."

"I can't withdraw from the competition..." Zhou Li said while thinking: "We still have to participate in the exchange meeting. If we withdraw from the competition, we will not only lose face, but also lose the confidence to discuss cooperation projects with other companies."

"Okay, let's wait and see. Don't force yourself to go on stage. If you spit on the stage, you will lose face abroad."

There was another silence in the room, and many people thought that if something like vomiting on the stage happened, they would not dare to go back to their country.

"Let's do it according to Mr. Zhou's idea. If the situation has not improved an hour before the game, we can only notify the organizer in advance." Zhang Weidong wanted to smoke again. That's it, the meeting is over."

"Wait." Zhou Li said suddenly: "We still have a third choice."

Everyone was stunned, Zhang Weidong was also stunned, nine people with a total of eighteen eyes looked at Zhou Li in unison.

"As stipulated in the game, each team has one chance to substitute players..." Zhou Li stopped in the middle of her sentence and turned to stare at Zhang Weidong.

Zhang Weidong's heart skipped a beat: "Are you kidding me!"

"Director Zhang, do you have your own song?"

"Yes, but it's only one song...Hey, stop your messy thoughts, it's too late to change people now, don't push me onto the stage."

Zhou Li ignored him, and said to herself: "What's the name of that song? I remember it was popular for a while."

Immediately someone answered: "I've heard it before, that song is called."

Zhou Li added: "If you have your own song, you are eligible to participate. As for whether you are a singer or not, it represents our company anyway."

Zhang Weidong's face was full of black lines, how did Hao Duanduan get involved in him?

"Director Zhang, I said earlier that you are fully responsible for the music festival, so you have this responsibility. Since the singer you bring can't make it to the stage, you can take it on yourself. Isn't that reasonable?"

Zhang Weidong was dying: "The rehearsal has already been done, and the accompaniment and harmony have also been set, and the repertoire cannot be changed temporarily."

Zhou Li smiled: "There's no need for harmony, you can play and sing by yourself."

Looking at this treacherous and cunning woman, Zhang Weidong really wanted to spit her blood to death.

Zhou Li brought up a big reason again, for the reputation of the company and for the efforts of everyone present, Zhang Weidong, are you embarrassed?

And she brought up her previous deeds, saying that she had seen Zhang Weidong's performance and had great confidence in him.

Zhang Weidong got a headache when he received the expectant gaze from the whole room.After he was released from prison, he just wanted to live a peaceful life with his feet on the ground. He never thought about being a singer again, let alone going on stage, and he even crossed the big stage of nationality, which is too outrageous to express!

Because he was not mentally prepared, Zhang Weidong repeatedly shied away, but he pushed back and forth, and finally became irresponsible.

Zhang Weidong's headache got worse, and he wished he could bump his head to death.

When he sat backstage, watching the people around him come and go, preparing for the performance intensively, there was a particularly unreal feeling.

How hard is his life to be in such a mess, apart from being forced to perform on stage, he has no costumes, no dance troupe, no soundtrack... Anyway, there is no preparation at all, and he is going to be on stage suddenly What's the difference between charging on the battlefield and dying?

When Zhang Weidong was extremely depressed, Zhou Li was still fanning the flames: "Director Zhang, I believe you will not embarrass the company, right?"

"Don't go too far!" Zhang Weidong was so mad that he almost stood up and pinched her neck: "You find someone else to be the director, I won't play anymore!"

"Calm down, I don't expect you to win anyway, but if you can't make it to the top three...hehe..."

Seeing Zhou Li gearing up, Zhang Weidong suddenly felt that something was wrong. If he offended this woman, he would never have a good life in the future.In the company, Zhou Li has treated Zhang Weidong very kindly. Look at the other employees, who doesn't treat this woman like an Lafayette, and she is the only one who follows her lead.

"I'll do my best, let's say it first, you can't settle accounts after the fall." Zhang Weidong said.

Zhou Li smiled hypocritically and said: "Give yourself some confidence, besides, am I such a person?"

Zhang Weidong was speechless, but couldn't help lamenting his own life.

At this time, the assistant ran over and handed over the piano case: "Director Zhang, your guitar."

Zhang Weidong took out the guitar, touched the pickguard and strings, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.

But God deliberately made him uneasy, and soon after, Suzuki Shi also sent his assistant to pass a message: "Mr. Suzuki wants to make a bet with you. If you lose the game, please sell us the guitar. The price is negotiable."

Zhang Weidong was dumbfounded, and even Zhou Li was surprised.

He couldn't understand the assistant's attitude, so he said, "What a big tone, what if I win?"

The assistant smiled and said in blunt Chinese: "How is this possible."

Zhang Weidong was so angry that he couldn't speak, he could only grit his teeth.

Zhou Li took a big step forward, and kept poking the assistant's forehead with her fingers, causing the other party to stagger back: "Since it's a bet, of course both parties may win or lose, since you think you're sure to win, why bother to run away?" Come and declare war on us, kid, there is a limit to looking down on people!"

The assistant was not Zhou Li's opponent at all, he was choked up and had nothing to say, and left the stage embarrassingly.

After a while, Suzuki Shi also came in person, with arrogance in his polite manner: "My assistant can't speak, I offended you just now. Well, if I lose the terms, you can open the terms, and if you lose, you will If you sell me the guitar for $30, you are not losing money."

Zhou Li was speechless, and looked down at Zhang Weidong: "How valuable is this broken piano of yours?"

Zhang Weidong said helplessly: "I don't know, before, who gave it to me."

As soon as Zhou Li heard "then who", she knew in her heart that the things that Boss Xiao could give away would definitely not be too bad, and maybe even if she had money, she might not be able to buy them.Zhang Weidong also had the same idea. No wonder Suzuki Shi also took a fancy to the guitar. It is indeed a good piano, and he is usually reluctant to use it.

Suzuki Shi also looked at the expressions of the two of them, and shook his head amusedly: "Anyway, you don't know the real value of this violin, let alone its origin and significance, so why don't you just sell it to me now, and use another violin? It doesn't matter." He waited for the assistant to finish the translation, then ordered the other party to take the check book, and said while writing: "If you take it to the auction, the price should be similar, but it won't be higher than 30..."

Zhang Weidong suddenly raised his hand and swept the strings vigorously, interrupting Suzuki Shiya from talking to himself.

"Mr. Suzuki." Zhang Weidong stood up, lifted the guitar high with one hand, grinned and said, "Don't you Japanese like to give big gifts? If I win, please kneel down and give me the award; if I lose, you will Take the piano, and you don't need to pay a penny."

"What did you say?" The assistant looked like he was about to rush up to fight him.

Zhang Weidong glanced at him coldly: "It's not your turn to show your teeth and claws here, so translate for me."

After listening to the assistant's translation, Suzuki Ishiya was stunned, but he was not a vegetarian, and immediately said: "Okay, I'm not interested in trophies, just on the stage, you have to kneel and offer your other hands. "

Zhang Weidong nodded his head: "No problem."

The two stared at each other face to face, their eyes full of swords and swords.

Zhou Li grabbed Zhang Weidong's shoulders, and at the same time supported her forehead, and said to herself, "You don't have to play so big, do you?"

At this time, the music festival officially started, and the opening cheers could be heard backstage. The staff walked in: "Mr. Suzuki, it's time for you to play, please get ready."

Suzuki Shi also twitched the corner of his mouth, smiling, and left amidst the crowd of staff.He had already changed his clothes before, a black vest, a pair of baggy black pants, boots on his feet, sunglasses on his face, and a tattoo of a nude dancer symbolizing Japanese culture on his right arm.The stars are full of stars, and the rock style is vividly presented. At this moment, they have not played yet, and the momentum has already won.

Zhou Li leaned on Zhang Weidong's shoulder with little confidence: "Are you sure you can win?"

Zhang Weidong sneered: "I can only guarantee that I will lose well."

"Then you still want to compare with him? Are you going to embarrass yourself abroad?"

"So I regret it now."

Zhou Li: "..."

Zhang Weidong put down the guitar and rubbed his face with the palm of his hand. He really regretted it, regretted it very much, regretted it very much.

It was just a moment of enthusiasm, but now my mind has calmed down, and I regret it so much that I want to die.

Zhou Li coughed, and warned with a serious expression: "Zhang Weidong, if you really kneel down to the Japanese on stage, don't go back to China, one billion compatriots can drown you alive if you spit out water. "

Zhang Weidong was speechless for a moment, and asked with a downcast face, "Is there still time for me to immigrate?"

Zhou Li patted Zhang Weidong on the shoulder, more like persuading him to give up than encouraging him: "... I wish you good luck."