YM778.TV Chapter 281: The first pianist at the time, went to find President Jian_3
The Ren Family.
Ren Qian had already received a response from Ji Heng.
“She doesn’t want to come?” Ren Qian wasn’t particularly surprised by this response, but still didn’t understand what Bai Lian was thinking, “Prepare another gift and send it to the Ji Family.”
He instructed.
Ren Wanxuan was already in class, having recently become extremely studious due to some unknown motivation.
“Okay,” the person beside him responded respectfully, then reported the information he had gathered, “There indeed arrived another person in Jiangjing, last name Yu. We are not clear on the other details.”
Hearing this, Ren Qian was even more surprised, “This is more secretive than Chen Ye’s information? Is there any way to get in contact?”
The subordinate looked down slightly, “Chen Gang is already pulling strings.”
Their first meeting with Chen Ye had been arranged by Chen Gang, and it was no secret in Xiangcheng that Chen Gang was connected to the Chen Family of Jiangjing.
If they could arrange a meeting with Chen Ye, arranging one with another person shouldn’t be difficult.
“It’s good to have connections in high places,” Ren Qian had envied the Chen Family’s network of contacts more than once.
“Contact Chen Gang for me,” Ren Qian made a decisive decision, pondered for a moment, and then said thoughtfully, “Do you think Xu En knows about this?”
The subordinate was uncertain, “He should know, right?”
If they had received the information, Xu En, who was more in the know, would definitely be aware.
Beicheng Recording Studio.
Wang Xin and Yan Lu had been waiting since the morning, and it had already been three hours.
A staff member came out, and Wang Xin couldn’t help but approach, “Are the people inside finished recording? Why hasn’t it been our turn yet?”
The staff member glanced at Wang Xin, not recognizing her, and waved his hand impatiently, “Teacher Man Xi is still recording. If you can’t wait, go to another studio.”
“But we had an appointment at nine-thirty. Could you let us record first? We are on a tight schedule,” Wang Xin said with a smile, pleading with the staff member.
She had booked this morning’s recording session for nine-thirty several days ago.
But since Man Xi hadn’t finished, Wang Xin and Yan Lu had been waiting until noon.
Having no other choice, since Yan Lu was not yet famous and considered a nobody in the industry, no one would care. This was the harsh reality for those who weren’t famous.
“You’re funny,” the staff member scoffed, “you’re on a tight schedule, but doesn’t that apply to everyone else, too? Don’t disturb me while I’m working.”
He carried two cups of coffee toward the direction of the recording studio.
Having heard that it was Man Xi inside, Wang Xin knew that there must be some deliberate delay on their part.
“Let’s wait a bit longer,” Yan Lu adjusted the sunglasses on her chest and spoke up with a cool tone, “she can’t possibly stay in here all night.”
Wang Xin thought to herself that staying all night was unlikely.
This was the best recording studio in Beicheng, always fully booked, and Wang Xin had also made a reservation long in advance. They would probably not be able to find another available studio at this short notice.
Her phone pinged with a message.
It was from Bai Lian.
Wang Xin stood up promptly, and even though Bai Lian wasn’t there, she replied to the message with respectful haste.
She described the situation briefly.
When Bai Lian received the message from Wang Xin, she was on her way back to the library.
Her fingertips tapping on the phone screen, she directly called Wang Xin.
“Miss Bai,” Wang Xin walked into a corner.
Bai Lian paused at the bottom of the library stairs, leaning against a pillar, “Then do you want to switch to a different studio?”
“We would like to change,” Wang Xin sighed, “but you have to book recording studios in advance. We certainly can’t find another one on short notice. Hopefully, they will be finished in the afternoon.”
“The afternoon…” Bai Lian considered the time, and then suddenly proposed, “The timing should work out. Go to Jiangjing.”
Just yesterday, Jian Zhongyou had told Yan Lu to go to Jiangjing for recording.
Bai Lian, seeing Yan Lu and company anxious, hadn’t told them.
Now, since they had to wait either way, it might be better to go to Jiangjing to record, especially since President Jian himself was personally handling the arrangement, and nobody knew it better than him.
“Jiangjing?” Wang Xin was once again surprised by Bai Lian’s suggestion.
“Yes,” Bai Lian was decisive, “buy plane tickets now.”
After speaking with Wang Xin, Bai Lian brought up President Jian’s WeChat. Their conversation was still on the topic of “reduced musical scores.” President Jian discovered that Bai Lian’s research on reduced musical scores was even more extensive than his, and they had been discussing the restoration of a score that was missing half a page.
President Jian: [!]
President Jian: [Send me the flight details, I’ll arrange for someone to pick them up.]
At 4:45 PM.
Jiangjing Airport.
Upon disembarking the plane, Yan Lu and Wang Xin saw a young man at the meeting point holding a sign for them.
“Miss Yan Lu, I presume,” the young man was very polite to the two women, “Please follow us.”
He led the way, taking out his phone to report to President Jian—
[!!!]
[President! We’ve picked up the guests!!]
This exclamatory style was known by a few at the music academy; President Jian was fond of using exclamation marks.
The young man led them to a business vehicle.
A very ordinary business vehicle.
“Wang Xin, where are we going?” Inside the business vehicle, Yan Lu sat with Wang Xin at the back and couldn’t help but lower her voice to ask.
Wang Xin did not know either, but they both trusted Bai Lian.
Her heart suddenly beat faster, her imagination running wild: “Could it be the Crown Recording Studio?”
The Crown Recording Studio, highly sought after in the entertainment industry, equipped with top-notch gear, was the go-to recording facility for many top singers and kings of music. With Yan Lu’s current status, it was impossible to book a session there.
But…
Wang Xin thought, considering Bai Lian knew Mr. Xu himself, it was quite possible she could secure a booking.
It was the best studio Wang Xin could imagine Bai Lian being able to book, something she wouldn’t have even dared to dream of in the past.
Until the car stopped in front of a school gate.