Sun Fuli said, "That's it, there's nothing to controversial about this matter." Then he looked at Yuan Lihong, "It's too late now. I'll notify Mr. Ma tomorrow that within two days, the singer of this song will come and report it."

"Okay!" Yuan Lihong glanced around the lower circle and smiled coldly inside. He knew very well what some people were thinking. During this period, he knew who was making small moves behind his back. This matter is not over, and we will settle the score when the party is over. No matter how good the tiger has, it is still a tiger, and it does not mean that it does not eat meat.

Everyone left one after another, and the three old artists from the pre-examination team finally left. They didn't say anything or go back to the rehearsal site, but left CCTV directly.

Standing at the gate of CCTV, the three of them looked at each other and suddenly said in unison: "Old guy, I'm going to settle this child."

Then he fell into silence again. After a while, an old man with a gray beard, a fat figure, and about fifty years old said.

"Can you two old guys not be so shameless? This child's talent in music is correct only by following me."

The old man is named Yang Weibin, a School of Music of the National University for Nationalities, and one of the only three doctoral supervisors. He is a member of the International Music Association and the president of the China Music Association. The former president is Old Man Ma, who is currently an executive member of the International Music Association.

"Fart!" Another thin old man glared and cursed, "Why, his lyrics are so well written, it is correct to enter the Chinese department of my Peking University."

The old man is Li Zhang, a famous writer, playwright, and lyricist. He is a doctoral supervisor in the language and literature majoring in the Chinese Department of Peking University.

Finally, the old man looked at them with a ridicule: "Why are you arguing? When our notice is sent, it's enough to see how he chooses."

The old man is Li Yuanjing, a famous writer and director of the Chinese Department of Shuimu University.

Li Yuanjing touched the hair that was not many on his head, then walked down the steps with his hands behind his back, walked down the stairs with his eight-character slogans, and stopped a taxi on his side, waved at them, with a bright smile on his face.

"Pooh!"

Yang Weibin and Li Zhang spat in a tacit understanding.

"This old fox, I don't know what other ideas I have. It seems that I have to be careful." Li Zhang muttered.

Yang Weibin said angrily: "Depending on his virtue, I really want to pull out all the hairs left on his head." After that, he looked at Li Zhang again, "You really don't need to compete with me. Didn't Yuan Lihong say that the child is a poor student and has not been admitted to college for three years. You can imagine how bad his comprehensive score is. Even if he is a special recruitment, he can't pass the special recruitment exam."

Li Zhang smiled and said, "It won't be a worry for you, Yang Weibin." After that, he left with his hands behind his back.

Yang Weibin's face was shaking with anger, but there was no way. The song "Spring Story" shocked them too much. No matter what the child's cultural class is like, after the Spring Festival Gala, the child will definitely soar into the sky.

If the child can be recruited into the school, the benefits will not be a little bit, and at least it will improve the reputation of the school very much.

But now it’s a bit troublesome, not only him can see the benefits. Kyoda and Mizuki are also competing for the people, which is a bit unfair.

At this time, Shen Chuan had already returned to the hotel. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and waited for the stuttering back. Who knew that he had fallen asleep while waiting.

Outside the door, he was sitting against the wall, holding a black leather pocket in his arms, his eyes were so bright that he looked around with vigilance. Although, there were only him, Xiaomao and three others here.

A guy named Wu Hui said listlessly: "We can't do this, just sit at the door all night."

"Yes, yes!" Another guy named Tan Guangqu wrapped his cotton coat, "It's too cold here, so I'll knock on the door and give the boss something."

"Fuck... fart, if you beat... disturb the old man... when you sleep, you... are responsible?" Stuttered glared at the two guys.

"Fuck!" Tan Guangqu raised his hand and was about to hit him, and then snorted coldly and let him go. Now this is not the same as before. He scolded him and beat him. Although several people all followed the boss, there were differences between those who were younger brothers.

Xiao Mao sighed. If it were put before, he would have slapped the slap aside, but now he dared not. He could only stay here, not even sleeping in a room. What if Boss Shen comes out and finds that only stutter is there, and they run to sleep, can they have a good life in the future?

When Chen Chuan opened his eyes, the sunlight had already shone through the gaps in the curtains. He turned over and got up, and went to the window to open the curtains. The snow outside stopped when it stopped. Looking down from the window, the snow on the road was no longer over the calf. In addition to the sanitation workers who were sweeping the snow, there were also many people from the government offices who were cleaning the snow area.

Chen Chuan yawned, "It seems that the sky has completely cleared up." After that, he turned around and entered the bathroom, and began to brush his teeth and wash his face.

When Chen Chuan finished washing up, put on his coat and opened the door, he stuttered on the door, and rolled in one fell swoop, which scared Chen Chuan. Then, Xiaomao and a few others appeared at the door with sleepy eyes.

"Boss, you...you are awake!" Shuba got up happily, and the Hei Duzi in his arms had no square hands."

Chen Chuan asked, "When did you come?"

Before he could stutter, Xiaomao hurriedly said, "I don't remember what time it is. After coming here, I am afraid of disturbing you to sleep, so I didn't dare to knock on the door and kept guarding outside."

Stuttering and nodding: "Yes...yes, yes, I just were afraid of disturbing your old man's sleep, so I didn't knock on the door."

Chen Chuan ignored Xiaomao's words directly, but believed in slappa. He raised his hand and patted slappa on the shoulder: "If you're hungry, let's go for dinner."

Chen Chuan patted the shoulders of the slap, and the bones all over his body seemed to be lighter, and he felt like he was about to float up.

"Old... Big!" Shuba handed the Hei Duozi in his arms to Chen Chuan, "This... this is what you...you... want us to get.

Chen Chuan took Douzi over and snatched it on his shoulder, "Let's go, let's have a meal."

There is a restaurant in the hotel, where only three people are having breakfast. Chen Chuan walked in and found that there were only a few types of porridge, pickles and boiled eggs.

"How the hell is this!" Chen Chuan waved his hand, "Let's go, go somewhere else."
Chapter completed!