The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

The bright stage lights focused on the black shiny grand piano area, making it the most eye-catching center of the audience.

Qiao Yang, wearing a white dress, sat in this center and became a more dazzling presence.He has a soft expression, his fingers are soft, and his body occasionally shakes with the rhythm.

Melodious and long, winding sounds and melodies flowed from his fingertips, echoing around the wide venue like a spring stream.

Music with soft healing colors also softened the atmosphere of the venue, and the audience in the audience couldn't help but bring some soothing smiles.

Gao Yuan sat on a table in the back row, and his expression changed less than five seconds after Qiao Yang played the key.

He slightly raised his head to look at the handsome and elegant young master on the stage, and then at the hands of Qingwu on the keyboard close-up on the big screen.A pair of eyes that had been hiding behind the sunglasses with a look of disdain also became serious.

He himself can become a pianist level, so he does not need everyone's judgment, he can hear Qiao Yang's piano ability from the short prelude.

It's really not just for fun.

Just when he wanted to listen carefully, the gentle tune played by Qiao Yang gradually changed rapidly.

His left hand quickly played a thick, heavy and intense melody in the low range.

The right hand bounces regularly on several keys in the high range to a sharp and dangerous rhythm.

It also makes the whole tune sound with a sense of crisis.

Audiences who are prone to empathy secretly gasped and listened with trepidation, as if they were really facing crises, watching the man on the stage nervously, even his body was sitting straight.

The eyes behind Gao Yuan's sunglasses gradually widened, and he was shocked.

The difficulty of this piece of music played by Qiao Yang is comparable to the "Winter Wind" he just played.Moreover, Qiao Yang's playing skills and expressiveness can be said to be comparable to him.

He began to enjoy Qiao Yang's melody as a viewer. After his emotions were gradually immersed in the melody of crisis, Qiao Yang stopped suddenly.

Gao Yuan's breathing was stagnant, and he instinctively felt what was going to happen next.

Like him, there are many people in the audience who are also affected by their nerves, and they suddenly stop when they are so nervous that they hold their breath, and they look at the man on the stage incomprehensibly.

Qiao Yang's hands slowly lifted, and his fingers let gravity be attracted and dropped a little bit away from the keys, until the last trace of the pedal stepped on by his feet disappeared from the field.

The hands began to fall slowly, and the fingers gently hit the keys like feathers, and the flowing tune became slow and sad.

Gradually, the audience realized that Qiao Yang was not only playing a piano piece, but he was telling a story through the piano piece.

A story they didn't know.

There are warm daily life, crises, and sad past in the story.The listeners immersed in the melody of the music developed endless reveries in their brains.

They imagined and guessed what kind of story Qiao Yang was telling.

Even Gao Yuan couldn't help but ponder, leaving behind the identity of the rich young master, what kind of man Qiao Yang was.Why is there such a sad past.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up and thought of another thing.

Such an emotional and emotional piano piece was written by Qiao Yang himself!!

Gao Yuan opened his mouth in astonishment when he realized the incident. He stared at the man on the stage blankly, accepting the fact that he couldn't accept it.

No wonder the company's executives said that the three songs for Mo Yu's album were pop music that Qiao Yang wrote and played casually.

Those three songs have a slow rhythm, simple and clear.It is easy to remember the rhythm, and easy to sing. It has a strong characteristic of popular music.

And now this song, tightly a piano single, has rich emotions and jumpy rhythm.

Compared with the current one, those three songs are indeed at a level of playfulness.And that is Qiao Yang's level.

He began to sweat behind his back, his breathing became tighter, and the eyes covered under the sunglasses became more and more incomprehensible.

Among the audience, only Gu Ye frowned.

The Qiao Yang he knew was a man with delicate and soft emotions. He could write such a song to illustrate what he had experienced.

The Qiao Yang he currently knows is the little young master pampered and protected by Qiao's family.But why is it possible to write complicated songs with changeable emotions?

He looked at Qiao Yang, at the elegant and handsome man who focused on playing the piano, and suddenly felt a little strange.

As if he had never really understood the man on stage.

Just now the host said that Qiao Yang's song was written for everyone around him.

Gu Ye thought: Everyone should include himself.

The audience at the venue was attracted by Qiao Yang and his music on the stage. No one noticed Qiao Tiancheng who was holding a handkerchief to wipe away tears.

Others could not understand the sadness in Qiao Yang's music, but he could understand it.In the fate that Qiao Yang has experienced, he has a close and mysterious connection with him.

The sad music gradually passed away, replaced by a cheerful and bright rhythm.

The close-up of Qiao Yang's flexible fingers on the big screen leaped lightly between the long black and white keys, like a white elf dancing with laughter, happiness and joy.

Gu Ye smiled, he instinctively felt that the passage Qiao Yang played was related to his existence.

No matter what Qiao Yang has experienced before, he is now happy.He believed that in Qiao Yang's happiness, there was also a share that he brought to him.

A set of chords are pressed hard, and the whole five-minute piano song ends.

It wasn't until the lingering sound gradually disappeared in every corner of the venue that the applause and cheers sounded deafeningly.

Uncle Zhou clapped his hands and applauded, and asked Qiao Tiancheng in surprise: "Old Qiao, your youngest is at the master level, right? How come you hide so strong? I have never seen him play."

"He is too good."

He whispered to Qiao Tiancheng again and said, "I think your third son plays higher than the one just now. He plays much better."

Another uncle also said: "It is a pity to hear the host say that this piece of music was written by your child? It is a shame not to make music."

Qiao Tiancheng has not yet come out of Qiao Yang's music, and his heart is full of unclear thoughts, sad and touched.

He watched Qiao Yang walk off the stage and then smiled and responded to them: "...Children have been hobbies since they were young, and they usually like to play with these things, so you don't have to make you laugh."

"In the future, the third child will hope to develop in this area, and I hope you all will support you and encourage your children."

Shang Hua sat on a chapter table with several people from the entertainment industry Gao Yuan.

He knew that Qiao Yang walked off the stage to realize that he was focusing on his playing and forgot to hold the wine glass in his hand, which caused his wrist to become sore.

He looked complicated and smiled bitterly.

After putting down the wine glass, he looked at Gao Yuan and Liu Peng beside him, and said: "I said he wrote good music."

The voice was slow, the tone was raised, and there was some contempt in his eyes.

How did Liu Peng suffer? He was said to be so uncomfortable, he looked at Gao Yuan when he asked for help.

Gao Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Not only Shanghua, but also people from the entertainment and music and art circles sit on their tables, including the surrounding tables.

Of course, we all know that Gao Yuan once made a mockery of Qiao Yang's incompetence but wanted to be praised by capital.

And now, after they listened to the piano music written by Qiao Yang on the spot and their piano performance ability was no less than lofty.Looking at Gao Yuan's attitude is different.

Under the eyes of everyone, Liu Peng was even more on pins and needles.

He tried to save face, and said in a low voice: "Playing is good, but compared to Teacher Gao, it is still a bit worse."

"Furthermore, what he wrote was only piano singles. Teacher Gao's arrangement was quite different from his."

After speaking, he looked at Gao Yuan again.

Gao Yuan still had a blank face, his expression unclear.

Liu Peng felt angry. It was you who caused the trouble at first, but now it's embarrassing, you just say something.

It made him feel ashamed.

Of course, his words were also heard by the people around him, but everyone exchanged their eyes with a smile.

They are all people who have a good understanding of music. Although it is a piano single, they can hear the quality of the work.

Liu Peng became even more ashamed. He lowered his head and began to hate Gao Yuan for causing him to be laughed at by everyone.

Teacher Wen Xiang glanced at them and laughed happily.

He said to the two old cross talk actors next to him: "I just heard the Qiao kids play the middle part, and I think it matches my erhu very well."

"Fortunately, I have an acquaintance who introduced me to Qiao Yang. I must find him to cooperate someday. Let's have a piano erhu ensemble or something."

Wenxiang is a senior and old artist in the music industry.Today, including Gao Yuan, how many artists want to get in touch with him.

And he personally said that he wanted to cooperate with Qiao Yang, which means that the old artist who has a pivotal position in the music industry recognizes Qiao Yang's ability.

He happened to say something about cooperation with Qiao Yang at this time, and everyone knew that he had something to say.

Tacitly looked at Gaoyuan's direction, echoing Wen Xiang: "Yes, it is possible. I also think that the cooperation between Teacher Wen and Qiao Yang will definitely be a blockbuster."

Sitting high in his seat with his head down.

The long hair and big sunglasses seemed to be a barrier to protect him, blocking all kinds of eyes and words from the surroundings for him.

It also covers his face, so that others cannot see his embarrassment and shame.

Shang Hua reached out and knocked on the side of Gao Yuan's table, looked at him with his eyes, and asked, "Teacher Gao, how do I think you took this opportunity to find it and apologize to Qiao Shao?"

Seeing Gao Yuan still motionless, he reminded him quietly: "Teacher Gao, only when you dare to be respected, can you be worthy of your fans who support you."

Gao Yuan only had action.He picked up the wine glass at hand, raised his head and drank half of it.

Then he looked down at Shang Hua and said in a low, depressed voice: "Mr. Shang Hua, this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"

Shang Hua smiled: "How can it be okay? How can I say that Shao Qiao is also my fan."

He shook his phone, slightly proud: "We have changed our private numbers."

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After the performance, the banquet came to a close.

On the contrary, everyone's mood was higher than at the beginning, and the banquet hall became more lively.

After Qiao Yang stepped off the stage, some guests rushed to congratulate him on the success of the performance and praised his good music.

Qiao Yang kept holding glasses with them humbly, and sipped the red wine in the glass.

At this moment, a man walked over to him, a black suit, shoulder-length hair and sunglasses covering his facial expression, but his slightly raised chin showed unyielding arrogance.

He shouted: "Joe... Qiao Yang."

The surroundings became quiet.

Everyone knows what happened between Gao Yuan and Qiao Yang. They looked around and exchanged their eyes on the road that they automatically let go, watching this scene quietly.

It was the first time that Qiao Yang saw Gao Yuan, a man who couldn't see his face, but he exudes musical and artistic temperament and pride.He smiled and shouted: "Hello, Teacher Gao."

Gao Yuan's lips moved, and he said, "I will change some of what I have said, and I will also make an apology. But today's performance does not mean that I lost to you."

Qiao Yang smiled faintly: "Yes. It's just a piano performance. No one wins or loses."

The tone is carelessly free and easy.

However, Qiao Yang's indifference just happened to arouse Gao Yuan's deeper frustration.

He took a deep breath, made himself stand straighter, and said, "Mo Yu and Chi Lin seem to be checking if I have participated in any competition recently. I know you want to compare with me."

"You don't need to ask them to check it. Three months later, I will participate in the American Young Talents International Composition Competition. It is too late for you to register now."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Qiao Yang to answer, turned around and left, leaving everyone behind with an arrogant figure.

American Young Talents International Composition Competition?

Qiao Yang was puzzled.

He seems to have some impression of this game, and Su Cheng has this game in his entry information.

Gao Yuan's personal apology also gave the people around him a deeper view and recognition of Qiao Yang.

A rich and powerful young master wants to get rid of a music producer is actually very simple.

But Qiao Yang was able to apologize convincingly with his strength.This is a kind of self-cultivation, but also confidence in one's musical talent.

They continued to congratulate and congratulate Qiao Yang, but this time with genuine recognition and respect.

Qiao Yang was still happy without saying anything.He swept around looking for something ordinary, and finally saw Gu Ye.

Gu Ye was also looking at him, smiling at him.In the beautiful and deep peach blossom eyes, only the expression of love he can understand, it is even more intense at this moment.

After socializing with the guests around, the two finally found a chance to walk together.

Qiao Yang raised his head slightly, and asked with pride in his voice: "How did I play the song just now?"

Then, he looked like he was waiting to be praised, his eyes gleaming with expectation.

Gu Ye looked down and smiled: "Very good."

Qiao Yang was not satisfied with his simple answer, and continued to ask: "How good is it?"

Gu Ye's voice lowered and said, "It's so good...I want to lock you up and prevent others from seeing your dazzling brilliance. You can only show it to me, and only play the piano for me."

Qiao Yang: ...what kind of perverted recognition and praise is this.

Gu Ye reminded him again: "You drink less, tonight...you have to go to my house."

The last few words are deep and slow, with a hint of hint.

Qiao Yang:?!!

He wants to come!

Gu Ye has prepared everything for him. Is he going to fulfill his boyfriend's mission tonight to satisfy his man?

The exhaustion of a night of entertainment, plus the consumption of last night, this will make Qiao Yang feel a little weak in his body.

Looking at Gu Ye, who is tall, energetic, and bursting with unlimited energy, he thinks that he might...not move him.

Qiao Yang's eyes dodged with an'um', and he drank more fiercely while holding a wine glass.