"You mean, you're going to hold a 'Caroline Van Ning & Oldtimes Symphony Orchestra Return Concert.'"
"right."
"Are you going to take the stage to give orders in front of the public?"
"Yes."
"And let the news out in advance."
"certainly."
"In that case, there will be people from the Special Patrol Office watching you holding the baton."
"Yes, and this is the root of my ego."
Fan Ning nodded matter-of-factly and drew two arcs back and forth in the air with the remains of the "old days" in his hand.
After obtaining the manuscript of Bach's "The Art of Fugue", that is, the "Divine Theme", he has successfully controlled the spiritual tearing conflict caused by the "0th historical musical inspiration".
Although Fan Ning's own artistic personality has matured and he will not regard "reproduction of past life music" as a way to express his true self-will, "reproduction" is still a very practical means to assist or accelerate "upgrade"
.
Sheeran began to wonder if he was living in a dream.
"No, will something happen if this happens?"
"Where is Kaplan's cemetery?" Fan Ning's smile faded the next moment.
In the garden below, the light circles of the gas street lamps were spreading and intertwining, penetrating the layers of rain and fog in the dark night.
Of course it can be called regretful and sentimental, but Fan Ning believes that it is by no means a tragedy.
After all, the destinies of people are different. Many people throughout their lives accept everything arranged for them by the environment and current events with peace of mind, and naturally cry or laugh in a short period of time - the period in the long history where they happen to be.
The years of the tributary. But for people like Kaplan, the core of their souls is heterogeneous, restless, and seeking other things. Various crises constantly break out mentally and physically, and they are always suffering in their short lives.
Searching hard for something higher.
"That direction." Xilan pointed to a deep corner where flowers were blooming. "It's midnight now and no one is interested. Do you want me to take you down now to take a look?"
"good."
Fan Ning first left the balcony and walked into the office, but stopped after walking a few steps.
"No, let's hold off."
"I have hesitated for the second time. I just got off the main entrance steps of Turner Hall and stood still for a while. Now I also feel that it is better to postpone it. From the perspective of tribute, the overlap between secret history and secret history has not yet been
To a more harmonious moment."
Xilan nodded thoughtfully and frowned again:
"Where's Joan?"
"Why has she completely lost contact? What happened to her?"
"I knew before that you two had a lot of contact together. Why didn't you bring her back?"
Fan Ning put his hands in his pockets and lowered his head, looked at the desk again, looked at the cheering girl in the photo, and slowly exhaled:
"The whole story is far more complicated than I thought. In short, due to the planning of the Divine Advent Society and the personal attention of the 'Truthful Tiger', she once almost put me to death in nothingness. The situation this time is not optimistic, but in the end it did not happen.
He did me a favor and continued to protect a garden for me."
"She is safe for the time being and has risen higher. I will tell you slowly next, and I will also find a way to go there again, but I am not sure whether I can still watch her return to the earth. Maybe not.
It’s just me going there again, which is really sad.”
Ever since he came out of the disordered zone, those weird dreams, horrifying eyes, and specious sentences have always seemed like a mass of unknown things dormant in the shadows.
Fan Ning is clear and certain about what he wants to get next, and even has enough intention and confidence to crush those unknown ghosts in the future, but somehow there is always some sadness and pessimism at work.
Xilan was silent for a while, then leaned over to pick up the messed up desk surface.
"Then I'll wait for you to tell me slowly."
"But I still want to ask, what you just said on the balcony are all true, right?"
"Forget it, does anything make you feel exaggerated or untrue?" Fan Ning picked up a paper cup and unpacked a small bag of coffee beans.
He stood in front of the hand-ground coffee machine, looked at it for a while, thought for a while and then started operating it.
Accurate, but the movements are a bit rusty.
"It's okay if you don't." Sheeran sat in the corner of the long velvet sofa, "Then I have something to announce to you."
"whats the matter?"
"Resign! I want to resign!"
""
Fan Ning held the steaming paper cup and turned his head with a black line.
He saw Xilan combing her hair, stretched out comfortably, and lay down directly on the sofa.
"You don't want to do it anymore?"
"right."
"Isn't the treatment good enough?" Fan Ning blurted out subconsciously, "No, aren't you the one to decide for others about promotions and salary increases?" His tone became serious, "Xilan, you are still so young, young people should exercise more.
Exercise and don’t worry about temporary pressures and challenges. The platform and benefits of the Turner Theater Theater Chain are impeccable and first-class in the industry. As time goes by, you will be sure to do it."
"You will definitely be exhausted."
"Hey, isn't there a new art director Walter now? You still have so many deputies."
"I won't listen. I won't listen."
Sheeran kicked off her slippers, covered her ears, and turned sideways on the sofa, leaving Fan Ning with her back lying flat from head to toe, stretched out very long.
Fan Ning was stunned on the spot.
It's not a still picture, the water vapor in the coffee cup in your hand keeps rising.
After a while, he sat in the other corner of the long sofa, thought seriously and said:
"To be honest, you have done a very good job as the head or investor of Turner Arts Cinemas. Considering your age and previous experiences that have not been helpful to you, it is especially commendable. It is called
It’s not an exaggeration to say that I am a genius in art management. There may be some things that I am not as experienced in handling, and I rarely come up with any big ‘explosive points’, but as far as I know, the theater chain’s revenue data has been steady in the past two years.
Growth, when a business group becomes larger and the hierarchical structure grows exponentially, this is the most difficult thing to do."
"But I'm just a weak, pitiful and helpless violinist."
Sheeran, who was facing the sofa, prolonged her tone, completely changing her usual way of sitting at her desk.
"Are you going to agree? If you don't agree, I'll be acting like a rogue."
Aren't you already being a rogue? A bitter smile appeared on Fan Ning's face, but the bitter smile quickly turned into an apology.
Sheeran didn't need to be so detailed and specific. He understood some things.
Her persistence was based on trust and trust in sudden crises, but now, this premise can be lifted.
"Okay, I agree."
"Sheeran, thank you."
Fan Ning thanked him very sincerely.
"Then there's no need to thank you so much."
Sheeran, who was on the opposite side of the sofa, immediately sat up and gave him a successful "victory" gesture.
"It's great. I no longer have to face a lot of deputies and senior executives in the conference room, and make all kinds of decisions and compromises responsible for the fate of the whole family. Caroln, the current situation is really complicated, and it will happen tomorrow.
Convene the first quarter work meeting of the theater chain, and you will gradually understand many situations as soon as you hear them."
"Ah, but for me, this is absolutely good news. I don't even need to read mountains of materials and reports, nor do I need to answer endless phone calls from all parties, endless inspections, receptions and
When we discussed the itinerary, we came back to that sentence, I am just a weak and pitiful person."
"Don't rush to be happy yet." Fan Ning glanced at her, "I haven't finished speaking yet."
"What else?" Sheeran cautiously retracted to the corner of the sofa farthest from him.
Fan Ning blew on the hot coffee in his hand, took a sip and said slowly:
"Now, please help me sort out the important materials and reports first, and arrange my next inspection, reception and negotiation schedule. By the way, there is also the matter of answering official calls in the future."
"?What's going on??" Sheeran was completely shocked, "Why does the violinist still need to do such a thing?"
Fan Ning stood up and patted her shoulder expectantly:
"Your newly appointed position is my personal full-time secretary."