Urban God-level Selection System

Procter & Gamble looked at Zhang Wanlin very seriously.

Zhang Wanlin nodded.

"Don't worry, I will come out soon."

"Well, let's go."

It is said that because a staff member entered the piano room privately, he was directly fired, and there was almost no discussion.

Even company executives cannot enter and leave such a piano room without authorization.

Even though the teachers that Aiyin hired just now were just in the piano room used by artists, they didn't come here.

This is where Aiyin creates new songs or encounters problems.

But what is strange is that this forbidden place is nothing but a piano.

Zhang Wanlin opened the door of the piano room and walked in with the cleaning tools.

In fact, there is no need to clean it, it is almost spotless, but after a long time, it still needs to be wiped symbolically.

Following cleaning instructions, Zhang Wanlin wiped the surrounding walls first, and then mopped the floor.

When the cleaning was about to be finished, he saw this piano exceptionally fascinated.

Aiyin once told him in the last life that this is a friend's, and whenever I talk about it, it's like meeting that friend again.

It is not known whether this friend is a man or a woman.

The score is placed on the music stand of the piano, and the music you just played should come from this.

After that, Aiyin will release the "Sea Dry and Rock Rotten" album, which includes the song "Please Don't Love Me".

Rave reviews.

Almost caused the trend of popular music nowadays.

But it was also criticized by relevant musicians, who believed that the music was nothing more than groaning.

Aiyin has always cared about this kind of evaluation, so that it became her heart knot for a long time.

Help her, just help from here.

Zhang Wanlin thought this way, put down the broom, took off his gloves, holding the music score with his slender fingers, and then picked up the pen he carried with him and changed the score.

Although there is no music, he has music in his heart, and he knows it better than ever.

Where it needs to be added, where it needs to be changed, and where it needs to be changed strongly...These musical notes played in his heart, and then flowed on the score through the tip of the pen.

The room was quiet, so quiet that there was only sunlight, and only the wind blowing the waves of the curtains, Zhang Wanlin wrote fascinatingly.

Before finishing writing, the outside door rang.

"Zhang Wanlin, what are you doing!?"

Procter & Gamble cast a surprised look.

She asked Zhang Wanlin to come and clean, but she didn't expect this young man to sit in a position to be lazy.

Zhang Wanlin had to put down the pen, stood up and smiled: "I'm done cleaning."

The cleaning simply checked and thought it was okay, "Then you still can't come out?"

"If someone finds out that you have stayed so long, you will definitely be reported."

Cleaner said: "If Miss Aiyin knows, you don't need to do it!"

"Okay, I understand."

Zhang Wanlin hurriedly walked outside the house.

The reason why the cleaning will come is because he is worried that Zhang Wanlin will delay things in this room.

So when Zhang Wanlin went to clean this room, he counted the time in his mind.

No, I didn't come out for nearly half an hour before rushing in anxiously.

After all, if something happens to him, it doesn't matter. What if she also suffers from the cleaning, wouldn't it be terribly unlucky?

"You will clean the outside in the future, you don't need to clean here.

Understand? "

"understand."

Zhang Wanlin thought in his heart that he still had to sneak in and finish changing the score.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the third floor of the International Building was still brightly lit.

Often when this happens at this time, it means that Ai Yin has not gone.

Because only she has the full right to use here.

Ai Yin returned to the piano room, and Zhang Yue was guarded by the door.

She knew that Aiyin didn't like anyone in it.

Just now, an inspiration appeared in Ai Yin's mind for an instant, so she couldn't wait to rush over, wanting to play it in detail immediately.

She was sitting in front of the piano, her beautiful fingers dancing on the keys, playing a piece of wonderful music.

The sound of the piano is like a mountain and flowing water slowly.

However, at the climax, the sound stopped abruptly.

Or not.

Ai Yin stopped, really not sure what to do.

Is it necessary to make this music like it is now?

If in the past, this music was at best a semi-finished product, it could only be said to be crude, it would be impossible to send it out according to her habits.

But at the moment the company is pushing so hard that a dead horse can only be a living horse doctor.

"Friend, can't you think of a good idea for me?

How should I write? "

Ai Yin muttered to herself annoyedly, and flipped through the sheet music.

This score was improved jointly by several teachers today, and it is basically perfect, but Ai Yin just thinks there is a problem.

As she opened it, the improved musical notes jumped onto the paper, jumping into her eyes like an elf.

Many places on the score have been improved.

The wrong ones are crossed out with horizontal lines, and the ones that are added are inserted with an "insert" symbol to introduce new musical notes.

The improvement part focuses on after the climax, which makes people feel that there is almost a feeling of reverberation.

This is obviously a semi-finished product, but after seeing this, Ai Yin couldn't help getting excited, watching it repeatedly, and eager to try it.

Inexplicably, her heart felt like a piece of music was slowly playing.

Her slender fingers played on the keys again, this time according to the changes.

The music rang again and played all around. It was obvious that although the previous changes were less, the feeling it brought was very different.

It's like paving the way for the storm behind, trickling.

When it finally reached the climax, the storm was surging and surging, echoing the front, which can be said to express the whole music heartily.

Even Ai Yin, the player himself, is deeply unable to extricate himself.

This is exactly the music she has been looking for, and the problem she has been thinking hard about, but she didn't expect it to be solved here.

How can she be upset?

However, at the end of the climax, the musical note suddenly disappeared, leaving only half a note stubbornly on it.

Why is it gone here?

Aiyin still looked unfinished... She looked at the piano again. Could it be that this friend helped her in the dark?

How is that possible?

Is it another staff member?

But basically no one can come in here, especially after she was severely punished.

What's more, these people don't understand music.

Who the **** is it?

It took a long time for the sound of love to come out in the room this time.

Zhang Yue couldn't help but worry: "Miss Ning, is something wrong?"

Ai Yin waved his hand: "No, I just found something very interesting.

Is there monitoring here? "

"some.

But not in the piano room. "

This is a special requirement of Aiyin.

"well."

Ai Yin said, "Go and look at the surveillance."

Just look at the monitoring and you won’t know who is here?

And if you know who came in, it will be clear who changed the score?