After Zhao Xue explained, she let Cheng Anning work by herself.
After the colleagues around him politely greeted her, they were no longer interested in taking care of her.
After all, all those who can work in music companies are handsome men and beautiful women, or music students who graduate from major prestigious universities, dress in trendy clothes and exquisite makeup.
Suddenly, an inconspicuous, rustic and vulgar mouse shit was added, and their eyes were filled with contempt.
But Cheng Anning didn't care, she cherished the job very much.
She likes to work, but she still works seriously, instead of being either in a club or a bar like before, and has a bad reputation.
A morning passed quickly, and when it was almost time for dinner, the people in the office couldn't sit still and stretched their heads to look at the door.
From time to time, people even took out mirrors to make up and apply lipstick, as if some big shots would appear.
Only Cheng Anning was still working hard until he noticed that the surroundings had become quiet, then he slowly raised his head and saw two people walking in.
One of the men with glasses and gentleness is Chen Sinian, who is Xiao Ziyu's senior brother and a famous domestic pianist who founded the company himself.
Cheng Anning saw Chen Sinian's photo from Xiao Ziyu's mobile phone, so he recognized it.
Just another person...
Cheng Anning's pupils shrank, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at each other.
That person is Mr. Huo San.
Damn it, why did the Third Master come here?!
She finally found a job to work, but on the first day she met Mr. Huo San. What luck is this!
Cheng Anning wanted to bury his head into the desk, praying in his heart that he would not be seen.
Fortunately, her desk was at the end and she didn't notice her at all.
Chen Sinian directly introduced Mr. Huo San into the equipment room, leaving behind a silly woman in the office.
"So handsome! Is that Mr. Huo? Oh my God, you are still handsome!"
"I always thought Chen was the best, but I didn't expect there was something even better!"
"What did Mr. Huo come here to do suddenly?"
"Why would you like to ask?"
Everyone was discussing each other in a verbal way.
Not only were they curious, but Cheng Anning was also curious. No matter how Master Huo San looked, he didn't look like someone who would come here.
At this moment, in the equipment room.
Chen Sinian talked about several songs as required, but Mr. Huo San will always have only one sentence.
"Not right. Change again."
Chen Sinian was helpless. If he hadn't known that Mr. Huo was busy with business, he would have thought he was going to make trouble.
"Mr. Huo, are you sure these songs are there?"
"yes."
"That's right. Although I dare not say that it is world-class, it is still enough at home. Why is Mr. Huo not satisfied?"
Huo Yan pursed her lips and her face turned a little blue.
His condition is not good. He got sick last night and had a continuous headache. His patience is already on the verge of despair.
That's why he asked people to find the best pianist in China, trying to find the music played by Cheng Anning that day to soothe the headache.
But I knew that the song was still the same song, but it had no therapeutic effect.
Chen Sinian also noticed that Mr. Huo San's expression was wrong and said carefully: "Mr. Huo, why don't you tell me, who did you listen to before?"
Huo Yan glanced at him lightly, and the latter immediately shut up.
"Is there anyone in the company that can play?"
"Yes, why don't I let them try?"
"Um."
Huo Yan casually found a chair to sit down.
Chen Sinian brought all the employees of the company who were good at piano and went up to play them one by one.
The person who was found was excited, especially when he saw Mr. Huo listening there, he was even more energetic and wanted to show off.
Unfortunately, no matter how they showed off their skills, Huo Yan's expression still remained unchanged, and even the pressure was lower, as if a storm was brewing.
Cheng Anning outside also heard the discussions from her colleagues. After learning that those people were playing the piano, she thought about it.
There is a ridiculous idea coming up.
She had seen Master Huo San before and knew that he had a familial genetic disease.
She was also dragged to the piano room by the third master and played it once.
That time, she seemed to see his pain slowing down a lot.
So, is the third master looking for someone to slow down his condition?
Inexplicably, Cheng Anning was a little calmer.
Her reason told her that she could not interfere. Master Huo San hated her and she was not qualified to pay attention to his affairs.
But his illness appeared in his mind, his face was ferocious, his eyebrows were tight, his eyes were red, and he looked very painful.
Cheng Anning absent-mindedly sorted out the information until the door was pushed open, Huo Yan strode away with a cold face, and Chen Sinian accelerated his pace and heard him shout.
"Mr. Huo, if you are not satisfied, I will find some other people to play!"
Cheng Anning looked at his left back and sighed softly.
At noon, the employees went out for dinner and would not stay in the company.
Cheng Anning didn't leave, so she brought the bento, so she was the only one at noon.
As a tragic person, she looked at the piano room.
I gritted my teeth and approached quietly.
On the other hand, Huo Yan could not get the sound of the piano and was on the verge of collapse. No matter how much he suppressed, he would be completely ill.
As he had no choice, he went to the hospital with a dark face.
Jiang Nan, the attending doctor of Huo Yan, was frightened by his condition and immediately arranged an electric shock treatment, with several electromagnetic patches attached to his forehead and temples.
A faint current is poured into the body, forcibly preventing the headache.
It is also painful to be electrocuted, but this pain is more enduring than a headache.
Huo Yan closed his eyes and his expression relieved a little.
Jiang Nan took a look at the intensity of the electric shock and was a little scared. He couldn't help but say, "A Yan, is your head disease very severe recently?"
Huo Yan closed his eyes and said no.
"Did you think about it last time? There is an expert group abroad who is very interested and is willing to set up a research topic for you, or..."
Huo Yan opened his eyes, his eyes turned cold, mixed with red blood, which was very cunning.
Jiang Nan shut up immediately.
"I won't be someone else's guinea pig."
A special research topic?
A group of people want to cut his brain?
He wouldn't allow this to happen.
"But if you continue like this, your mental state is very worrying."
Huo Yan was about to speak, but his phone vibrated.
He took out his cell phone and looked at it, and a strange text message.
He wanted to delete it, but thinking that not many people knew about this number, he opened it.
It is a file package. After logging in, a piece of audio is extracted.
Click to play.
Familiar music overflowed like a trickle of water, pouring into your ears in scattered pieces.
The pain that was raging in the head gradually calmed down.
Huo Yan pinched his cell phone and his eyes sank faintly.
Jiang Nan also heard it, but what made him even more terrified was that the instruments recording Huo Yan's brain waves were no longer in chaos.
"A Yan, you..."
Huo Yan pulled away the electromagnetic chip, stared at the phone inexplicably, and stood up and left.
On the other side, Cheng Anning, who regretted it as soon as he sent the audio, was holding his face and constantly knocking on his head.
"Why am I meddling for nosy business...I can't even protect myself..." This chapter has been completed!