My little mom is the richest man

(Chapter 191 is banned, I will go to fix it, everyone will see it later)

On the third floor of Tianlai Musical Instrument Store, the spacious hall is covered with antique log floors, and the ceiling is hung with luxurious and beautiful crystal chandeliers. The overall specialization style is European, giving people a noble and elegant feeling.Not counting the people in the soundproof room, there are about a dozen people in the hall, including men and women, not many young people, mostly middle-aged people, some holding a guitar in their hands, and some sitting in front of the piano.

They come from all over China and are members of the Music Association. Each of them has real skills, some pianos are good, some guitars are good, and these two instruments are also the most popular in the music circle. The piano takes the high-end route and is loved by the nobles and nobles. It is an indispensable tool in high-end hotels or clubs.The guitar is the common people's route. Folk singers must have it. As the so-called folk songs have three treasures, women, north and south, and can't eat enough, start a guitar, and the rest depends on editing.

The person playing music at this time is a young girl. She is not playing the guitar or piano, but playing the flute.She squeezed a short Xiao with both hands on her lips, and her red lips were pursed slightly, and strands of breath passed through the small holes of the white jade short Xiao, turning into soft sounds that floated out, melodious and elegant, which made people listen. Like a spring breeze, intoxicating and intoxicating.

When Mu Qiu and Wen Wanrou followed Zhang Shaohua to the third floor, they happened to hear the girl playing flute. The people inside noticed them, and then quickly withdrew their gazes, always focusing on the girl's music.

Zhang Shaohua showed enjoyment and said: "It sounds good? That girl is called childlike. Strictly speaking, she is a member of our Music Association. Because her main occupation is writing and composing music, she is very famous in the entertainment industry, and many singers ask for peace. She’s about to sing. Recently, she happened to come to the capital. A member of the association sitting there had some friendship with her, so she invited her to join the music appreciation meeting. She is a perfect girl, not only beautiful, but also talented. The flute is so good."

He sighed, and then said softly to Mu Qiuhe, "You two can find a place to sit. If you can, please try to keep quiet. I have no problem, but you also understand that some people who play art will inevitably have some personality traits. Some of them don’t like noise very much. I hope the two of them will take care of it.”

Mu Qiu nodded and smiled: "Okay, let's sit here for a while. It's also great to be able to listen to such a nice piece by the way."

Zhang Shaohua smiled and nodded, walked over there, found a seat and sat in the crowd quietly enjoying the childlike sound.

Mu Qiu sat aside gently and gently, and when she took the stool, she accidentally made a little noise. It was not too loud, but it was still clear in this room. Tenderness suddenly became tense, but the Music Association was also there. Not many people cared, only a man who seemed to be around 30 years old frowned and looked at this side dissatisfiedly, then withdrew his gaze.

The two quietly listened to the childlike Xiaosheng, and after a while the Xiaosheng ended, and several people applauded one after another.

A middle-aged woman praised: "Xiao is a traditional instrument that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. Like guzheng and pipa, it can play the most original and antique rhythms, but unfortunately these instruments are all gone now. , Childlike, it's really gratifying that you can play Xiao so well."

Tongqu said with a grin: "Chairman Liu is absurd. I'm an amateur. I'm just scaring and talking. I can't compare with you."

A man in his forties smiled and said: "Tongtong, you are humble. Your talent in the entertainment industry is well known. You have always been a top level in writing and composing. It's a pity that you are dedicated to this aspect. If you can Put all your mind on this flute, and join the Music Association, you will definitely have a lot of accomplishments in the near future."

Another person laughed and said: "Brother Dong, Tongtong's status in the entertainment industry is not low. There is no need to come to us and work hard. Tongtong also said that this is interest. We can't overpower others."

Brother Dong smiled and shook his head: "I know, but it's a pity."

Tongqu smiled and said, "Eh, what a pity, although I am not a professional player, I really like blowpipe. If you can think of me, I will give it to you when I have time."

"Haha, then it's good to dare to love."

"Well, among the ancient musical instruments, only your childlike voice makes me feel good."

"This kind of purest rhythm is becoming less and less nowadays, it's a pity."

Everyone is sighing, and in the sighing, they are all appreciation and recognition of childishness. However, there is an existence called mouse shit in any circle. They always want to attract attention by doing things, such as now- The man who had just turned his head and gave a gentle and gentle look spoke up, his tone of voice indifferent, slightly stiff.

"Xiao is really good at playing, but now is the era of popular musical instruments, such as Pipa, Xiao, etc. are already too popular. It's all about entertainment in private. There is no need to praise too much. After all, I have never I've seen someone in an international concert who has played Xiao and played the pipa. In today's music circle, the dominance of the piano is still unshakable. Compared to this kind of worthless instrument, I still prefer the piano. "

His unsalty or indifferent energy is not at the same level as Zhang Shaohua's gentlemanly demeanor, and it sounds very easy to be offensive.At first, everyone was echoing the praise of childlikeness, and the Xiao played well. In this era when classical instruments are gradually forgotten, she can definitely deserve the praise of these professionals.

But there are always people who look down on others and always want to use the weapon of language to attack others, as if this can give him much satisfaction.Obviously, this kind of person who speaks regardless of the atmosphere.

The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became rigid, Tongqu pursed his lips, said nothing, and his smile disappeared, but he did not show an angry look.The others frowned at the same time.

Dong Ge, a middle-aged man in his forties, is a good friend of Tongqu. This time he specially invited Tongqu to come after learning that Tongqu was in Beijing.Originally, children’s childishness had no obligation or responsibility to play flute for them here, and there was no need to even come here, but in order to give his friend a face, so childishness came, and even mingle with everyone, specially playing flute for everyone.

Let's not say how good it sounds, just say that someone came here specially, but some people talk about all kinds of attacks, which is simply adding to people's hearts.

Brother Dong was angry, and his face was obviously angry: "Zhou Zewen, what do you mean?" ,,..