Du Yuanjing was not interested in fame and fortune. Otherwise, he would not choose to retire during the upward period when he was in the army. However, he had to consider the things that could bring benefits to the art troupe and the members.

"Okay!" Du Yuanjing stood up, walked around the desk and walked out of the office, and then came back, "By the way, don't you want to borrow a rehearsal room? The big conference room on the fourth floor is now full of miscellaneous items. You can clean up and use it for you, and use it whenever you want. What instruments are needed? Go and find Lao Zhai Tou, and the key to the instrument room is in his hands."

Chen Chuan looked at Zhou Ailing and Zhou Aiguo and shrugged: "Let's go, take a look."

Some people can be said to be familiar with this place and can't be familiar with it anymore. I used that conference room before, and as for when I won't use it, they no longer remember it. Anyway, when I was a child, I often went up to play hide-and-seek.

Zhou Aiguo said: "Second brother, can that song really be won for the Spring Festival Gala?"

Chen Chuan said nothing, just smiled and walked out. It is estimated that he knew the origin of the old man Ma except Du Yuanjing.

Ma Rongqing is thin and wearing a navy blue gown. She looks very energetic. She can't tell at all that she is over seventy. Her head is covered with white hair, a small braid, and glasses are wearing glasses on her nose, which is a bit trendy. But if you look closely, you will find that glasses are not flower glasses or myopia glasses, but flat-light glasses, which are used by this old man to show off.

At this time, Old Man Ma was pulling the erhu during the rest arranged for him in the group, shaking his head and looking quite comfortable. Even the old wooden door in the lounge had a harsh creaking sound, which did not interrupt his elegant pleasure.

After five or six minutes, the sad erhu sound stopped. Ma Rongqing looked up slightly, pulled down his glasses slightly, revealing two small but very vivid eyes.

"I said to Director Du, lunch time has passed, I've finished eating long ago. Why are you here to come here at this time?"

Du Yuanjing smiled bitterly, "Old Ma, I have a song here, and I need you to arrange it."

"There is no time!" Ma Rongqing pushed his glasses up and pulled up the erhu again.

Du Yuanjing said: "Don't be busy refusing. You can read this song first, but it won't take long, so you will never regret it."

Ma Rongqing stopped just after pulling two Yin'er, looked up, and said suspiciously: "Really? Don't lie to me, otherwise I will never end up with you."

"Have you been thinking about the bottle of sorghum in my house for a long time?" Du Yuanjing patted his chest and said, "If you are not satisfied, that bottle of wine will belong to you."

"Swoosh!" Ma Rongqing snatched the piece of paper that Du Yuanjing held in his hand. He originally wanted to criticize it so that he could get the bottle of sorghum aging. But his eyes could not move away after scanning the paper. He couldn't help but say, "Okay, okay, whether it is lyrics or music, it is definitely first-class." Then he looked at Du Yuanjing, "Who is the author? I want to see him."

Du Yuanjing breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that this old guy would shamelessly say that the song was not good, so he took away his bottle of treasure.

"He's in the group, I'll call him."

On the fourth floor, Chen Chuan, Zhou Ailing, Zhou Aiguo and Chen He, standing at the door of the big conference room, looking at the pile of rags in a sad face.

"How can we do this? Only a few of us can't finish it in ten or eight days. And where can we throw so much junk? Did you hire a car to take it away?"

Chen Chuan knocked on the head, "We were plotted by Old Man Du. He wanted to treat us as free labor and clean up the garbage."

"You are really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and you don't know the good people's hearts." Du Yuanjing's voice suddenly came from behind, and several people were startled.

Chen Chuan curled his lips: "I don't give us so many idle rehearsal rooms, but give us this place full of miscellaneous things. You are not a good person's heart, but Sima Zhao's heart."

Du Yuanjing's old face turned red and said in a false angrily manner: "Stop talking nonsense, come with me." After that, he turned around and walked out.

Chen Chuan said to Zhou Ailing: "Stop cleaning up, go to the third floor to find a rehearsal room to use first."

Du Yuanjing pretended not to hear anything outside. After seeing Chen Chuan come out, he snorted coldly: "Old Ma wants to see you."

Chen Chuan grinned, "What are you looking for me?"

"I don't know what to do for you." Du Yuanjing showed a prank smile on his lips. If he told Old Man Ma that Chen Chuan was the author of the story of Spring, the old man would definitely not have seen Chen Chuan. But he didn't say that, just wanted to see what Old Man Ma's expression would look like when he saw Chen Chuan.

Ma Rongqing's expression when she saw Chen Chuan did not disappoint Du Yuanjing. She pulled down her glasses with her hands, opened her mouth and stared at her big eyes, and after a while, she said.

"Little bastard, did you really write this song?"

Chen Chuan was very dissatisfied with Ma Rongqing's tone, "I said Grandpa Ma, you..."

Ma Rongqing waved his hand and interrupted Chen Chuan: "Don't call me Grandpa Ma, I can't afford it. You should call me Old Ma."

Chen Chuan clasped his fists and said, "How dare you? You are so respectful, I, as a junior, cannot scream."

Ma Rongqing snorted coldly: "You really think I'm old and have tinnitus and blind eyes. Didn't this Ma Laogui nickname be called " you?"

Chen Chuan laughed dryly, his head shaking like a rattle: "Rumors are definitely rumors, and it must be someone who is slandering me and destroying the relationship between us."

"Come on!" Ma Rongqing showed no mercy, "I have a big relationship with you."

"Cough!" Du Yuanjing coughed violently. If the old and the young start arguing, it would be endless, without any silence for two hours. So he could only interrupt.

"Let's talk about this song."

"There's nothing to say. Give me a day, and you can arrange the song tomorrow night." Ma Rongqing looked at Chen Chuan, "You can get out."

Chen Chuan stood attentively and gave a plausible gift: "Yes, thank you for your hard work."

"Get out!" Ma Rongqing waved impatiently.

"You old man, please calm down and I'll leave now." Chen Chuan turned around and ran out.

Looking at Chen Chuan's disappearing back, Ma Rongqing smiled and said, "This little bastard." As he said that, he looked at the piece of paper in his hand, "The child has grown up and has a promising future. I just don't know if this is a temporary inspiration or if there is really something in his heart."

Du Yuanjing said: "He also wrote three other songs, which are rock songs, which are completely different from those current rock songs. Once released, it will break the embarrassment of no rock in China. I believe you will also like it after listening to it."

Ma Rongqing's eyes lit up again, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait and see, how will he make a big splash?"

"And!" Du Yuanjing pointed to the piece of paper in Ma Rongqing's hand, "He wants to send this song to the Spring Festival Gala."

Ma Rongqing was stunned and then laughed: "I am very ambitious, but it would be a pity if this song didn't appear on the Spring Festival Gala."
Chapter completed!