Chapter 110

God knows what kind of mood Liu Zongliang finally took to the bus.

He is a star, the main actor of this tour, who was pushed away from director Feng by a guy who appeared for no reason.

Along the way, Liu Zongliang never looked kindly at the car in front of him.

That car is his special car. He specially called people to meet director Feng.

Now that his master has been driven down, is there any reason for TM!

The actors on the bus were far away from Liu Zongliang. They were all panicked and whispered.

"I'm so tired. Director Feng thinks that man is more important than singer Liu. Who is he?"

"I don't know. Is he also a star? Who knows him? "

"Fortunately, fortunately, I was about to hit the boy just now."

Finally, the atmosphere on the bus was always full of all kinds of suspicions, and Xiao Jun, sitting in the car in front of him, was in the same mood.

If the director gave him his business card for the first time on a whim, it would be a bit intriguing to call him over and sit beside him this time.

As the other party, it's impossible to be so polite.

"Well, director Feng, I'm really embarrassed when I was on the plane before. I'm not polite to you. "

"Ha ha, it doesn't matter. Those who don't know are not guilty."

"Thank you. But, director Feng, do you know me? "

"I don't know, but I know a music genius named Xiao Jun, it should be you."

Feng Dao's straightforward words made Xiao Jun a little embarrassed. Flurried humility a few words, continue to chat, just know, originally someone recommended him to Feng Dao.

The person who recommended Xiao Jun was Li Zhenhua, the leader of the Yuhua Symphony Orchestra.

In recent years, some folk singers or grassroots actors have been invited to perform in the Spring Festival Gala. Li Zhenhua and Feng Dao have a lot to do with each other. When they chatted with each other, they happened to mention it, so Xiao Jun's name naturally appeared in front of Feng Dao.

"Xiao Jun, I've watched the video of your anger against the godfather of music for three times, and I really appreciate your acting ability. However, what makes me feel the most is your words. Music does not distinguish between elegance and vulgarity.

In fact, over the years, I have been struggling with this issue. Although the audience rating of the Spring Festival Gala is high, it is a custom of the Chinese New Year. It has nothing to do with my directing level or even the quality of the performance.

Now, with more and more advanced technology, the network is so developed. More and more comments on the Spring Festival Gala began to come into my sight. It's too old-fashioned, uninteresting and unintelligible. These words are about the Spring Festival Gala. In fact, they are just hitting me in the face.

……”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the big director talked about the difficulties of his work and the resistance he would encounter if he wanted to change the status quo.

The more Xiao Jun listened, the more he felt that the rhythm was familiar. It seemed that in the last life, the Spring Festival Gala had experienced a gradual reform process. Later, many people make complaints about the Spring Festival Gala while they are tucking on the Internet. Even the Spring Festival Gala has also created an interactive link with netizens.

Thinking of these, he could not help discussing with Feng about the changes and development direction of the Spring Festival Gala.

Xiao Jun's eloquence is not that kind of person, but he has a kind of advanced thinking after all.

His simple words can be described as shock in Feng Dao's words. Unconsciously, Xiao Jun is about to be astonished.

How can this boy know that the Spring Festival Gala is going to be reformed? How can he know that the Spring Festival Gala is going to try to absorb folk art to perform on the stage?

Is this the idea of genius? This guy is not only a musical genius, but also a genius who can see through the future development of the times?

The more Feng Dao talks with Xiao Jun, the more happy he is. There are all kinds of ideas that are not mature before, because Xiao Jun's words are gradually clear.

In the end, it seems that Xiao Jun is going to forget his old age.

"Ha ha, good, good! This time, I really didn't go for nothing! Xiao Jun, do you know that I went to Jiangdong province to find you. As a result, you disappeared for several days. I gave up later, but I met you on the plane and wrote a song for Yi Fei.

To be honest, I want to have a good chat with you on the plane. But you don't know me. Where can I put my old face.

Besides, just now, I was thinking that if you throw away my business card, I don't care what genius you are, just give it up. But now it seems that even if you tear the business card, I will sit down with you and have a good chat. Good, good! Ha ha... "

Director Feng claps his big hand on Xiao Jun's back, which makes Xiao Jun even more sad.

Wang Dao, sitting on the front co pilot, was impatient.

The Spring Festival Gala is a performance that Wang Hong can't touch in his whole life. He doesn't understand the importance of reform. He feels that director Feng holds such a big cake in his hand, and he dislikes this and that. He cares about the audience's feelings. It's bullshit.Even if the Spring Festival Gala is a mess, the audience rating of the gala will never come down. This Feng Gang is a disease-free moan.

As for the guy named Xiao Jun next to him, who is a genius of bullshit, he doesn't see how much ability he has, so he thinks that he has a way of flattering. A few words make the director smile. There are more and more such people in the performing arts circle. The Chinese performing arts career has been stagnant for many years.

Vaguely, Wang Hong's heart has been behind the two people as silly and funny than.

With a silent cold hum, he turned to look out of the window.

Just at this time, director Feng's mobile phone suddenly rang up, the big director picked up the mobile phone to see, between the eyebrows and eyes is more happy to bloom.

"Oh, it's really a heresy. Whoever you say will come. What's Zhenhua calling me at this time? "

Between talking and laughing, director Feng picked up the phone to answer. At first, he was still smiling, then he became serious again, but I don't know what he said later. Feng Dao turns his head, takes a meaningful look at Xiao Jun, and immediately cracks his big mouth and smiles.

"Zhenhua, remember that you owe me a favor this time. I'll take care of your headache. How's it going? "

“……”

"Ha ha, such an important thing, can I joke with you. The person you're looking for is by my side right now. "

“……”

"What's the matter? Hey, hey, say something nice to hear. "

The big director didn't know what the bad taste was. He was like a child, teasing Li Zhenhua on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Jun curled his lips. He also heard that what they said on the phone should have something to do with themselves.

But what's the matter? What's the big symphony orchestra leader busy looking for?

After waiting for director Feng to hang up the phone, Xiao Jun looks at it in a hurry. He doesn't speak, so he waits for director Feng to say.

But who knows, director Feng turned his eyes and patted the driver's seat back.

"Pull over!"

This action, make other people in the car are all slightly a Leng.

The driver quickly turned on the double flash and pulled over. The two buses behind were also affected and stopped together.

Many people were puzzled, but Liu Zongliang, who was on the bus at the back, was in front of them.

It should be director Feng who stopped the car. Did he finish talking with Xiao Jun? No, it's better for Xiao Jun to say the wrong thing and piss off Feng Dao and kick the boy out of the car.

In this way, I can go back to continue my relationship with Feng Daola.

Thinking of this, Liu Zongliang let the bus driver open the door and rushed down first.

Unfortunately, he only guessed the beginning right, but the end wrong.

In front of the car, director Feng leaned forward slightly and patted director Wang on the shoulder.

"Lao Wang, please do me a favor."

"Ah, brother gang, you say."

"Please go to the back of the bus and complain for a while. I have some important and confidential things to talk about with Xiao Jun."

"What

When Wang Dao heard Feng Dao's words, he even suspected that he had something wrong with his ears. At that time, Leng in the original place, did not move.

Feng Daocai doesn't care what this person thinks. He turns to Xiao Jun.

"Xiao Jun, can you drive?"

"Yes."

"Well, driver, you can go down, too. Let's set up the second half of the road

Feng Daozhen is not surprising, not only let the passengers down, even the driver he had to drive away.

The driver is a small role. He specially drives for the big star Liu Zongliang. Liu Zongliang is respectful to director Feng. How dare he say no.

At that time, the vehicle navigation route was set up and the door was pushed down.

As soon as the driver left, director Feng turned his eyes to Wang Hong.

At this time, Wang Hong also understood that he was so angry that he wanted to jump over and strangle the old man with long hair.

Unfortunately, he was not so angry. He laughed awkwardly, said "pay attention to safety", pushed the door open and went down.

"Come on, Xiao Jun, let's drive. I'll sit in the co pilot's seat and chat on the way later. "

With Feng's words, Xiao Jun nodded, followed the great director to push the door and get off.

This scene, in the eyes of the people behind, is quite strange.

In particular, Liu Zongliang, who is walking this way with great expectation, first saw the driver get off the bus, but he couldn't help feeling confused. Then he saw Wang Dao get off the bus, which made him even more confused.

Finally, he found that the boy Feng Dao and Xiao Jun also got off the bus. He felt that something big might happen. He quickened his pace and rushed to the front, waving to ask "what happened.".

As a result, Feng Dao and Xiao Jun took two seats in front of the car without looking at him.

Then, the car started again and left.Liu Zongliang has come to the place where the car just stopped. He ate the car exhaust with Wang Dao and the driver. He was just in the same place.

On the two buses behind, the young actors and actresses poked their curious little heads out of the window.

"Wow, that handsome guy just left alone with director Feng. My God, what's director Feng doing? "

"No, even director Wang and the driver have been driven down?"

"I'm a good boy. Does director Feng take a fancy to that handsome guy?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

In the crowd's chatter, director Wang, with a black face, walked towards the bus of the actor behind without saying a word.

Liu Zongliang just felt like a fool to run out, and then ran back.

Shame, it's a shame this time!