Chapter 135:

"The deputy chief of the second violin group of Weijiao was dismissed by the orchestra". In the music scene in Vienna, it was still a little splash. After all, it is the deputy chief of the world-class orchestra, and it is forced to dismiss without any direct cause. Such things are still rare.
However, what people did not expect was that there were not a few newspapers and magazines reported in this incident. Even a few magazines were pressed down by Mr. Evra before the publication of the magazine. Obviously, he did not want this. Things are big.
So when Luo Yusen went to Zayev, the latter did not even know that he had been dismissed. The two found a remote place to sit, the coffee shop was very quiet, and with the blockage of the box, almost no one would hear their conversation.
Zayev frowned. "How could you be dismissed by Evra?"
After being dismissed for three days, Luo Yusen had a dark face and a messy hair, and his look was very poor. He said: "Evra... seems to know about us."
As soon as the words fell, Zayev immediately opened his eyes and then said: "Nonsense! How can Evra know about this? If he really knows this, you think you can sit safely now. Here? Who is Evra? You don't know if I don't know? If he knows that you will give him medicine before Lu Ziwen is on the court, he must have been exposed to it for a long time!"
Luo Yusen was shaking his head, and there was a hint of resentment in his defeated eyes: "Evra said that he had no evidence, so his reason for dismissing me was that 'my level and the orchestra are not worthy.' Damn, he even returned Say I don't want to mix in the world music scene..." When it came to this, Luo Yusen collapsed and collapsed his face: "Mr. Zayev, what should I do?!"
Zayev was speechless for a while, and after a long while, he asked: "He said that you can't mix in the world music... What does it mean?"
Luo Yusen’s fingers clung tightly:
I went to interview a violinist of a small band the day before yesterday. They even refused me when I just passed one side! Yesterday I handed in resumes to two British orchestras. Was sent back by the other party! Mr. Zayev, Evra has been famous for a long time in the classical music world, he really... very powerful!"
As he said, Luo Yusen’s eyes were red, and he looked forward to the opposite man:
Mr. Zayev... I really have nowhere to go, Evra’s words are serious! I can only Thank you, you can help me soon!"
Although Luo Yusen said so, Zayev, who was hoped by him, slowly retracted his hand on the table. He was sitting all the time, sitting in a complex, long time, and asked: "...you just said, Evra has no evidence?"
Luo Yusen felt a bit strange in his heart, and then said: "Yes, he has no evidence. I don't know where he heard a little rumor. I even dismissed me so firmly! Mr. Zayev, please help me. !"
As he said, Luo Yusen reached out and tried to hold Zayev's hand. He did not expect the latter to subconsciously quickly shrink back, so that Luo Yusen grabbed an empty space.
Luo Yusen slammed into the place, and he panicked in his heart, as if he suddenly realized something.
I saw Zayev look at him calmly and said: "Evra is indeed very popular in the circle. If he wants to block you, then I am not good at doing anything. So... I will give you Recommended to go to the Conservatory as a mentor? Your qualifications should be a full professor within ten years. Evra’s hand is not going to the college, you will go there.

Luo Yusen’s face slowly became cold. He said:
Mr. Zayev, I am only 35 years old... You let me go to college so early? I can still work in the orchestra for at least twenty years!

Zayev shook his head gently: "But Luo, you see it too, Evra will not give you this opportunity."
"...you forgot who I was because of it now?"
Luo Yusen’s voice was dull and dumb, and Zayev felt a bit uncomfortable. He shrank his neck and said: "Luo, I used a lot of effort to release you from prison. You think... you put a simple 'drug to make Lu Ziwen unable to debut', do Has it become 'Lu Ziwen’s accidental death' and has anything to do with me?"
Luo Yusen's fingers clenched into a fist: "But Mr. Zayev! It is because of you, you said that after this incident you will make me the deputy chief of Wei Ai, I will do it! Those things at the beginning I have kept it quietly. You have now thought about crossing the river?! You are not afraid that I will put those things..."
"Luo Yusen." Zayev smiled calmly and smiled a little. The face of the old man showed a treacherous smile: "Even if you announced this, then... everyone will only know, I will let you frame it." Lu Ziwen, but... I never let you kill him."
Luo Yusen was shocked: "You...what you said, I didn't kill him at all!"
"Yes? How did he die? You know it in your own heart. If I didn't press things for you at the time, you are now... I'm afraid I still can't sit here? You think... I am for you. The return is not enough?"
As soon as the voice fell, Zayev picked up his suit and got up and planned to leave. He lost a hundred euros on the table and used his finger to point to the cold and stiff desktop. He said: "Luo Yusen, tomorrow I will let my assistant give you the information of the Aarhus Conservatory, where the dean I am very familiar with it, he will not reject you because of Evra."
Luo Yusen slowly raised his head and looked at the man who smiled like a gentleman.
"This is what I can do for you... the last thing. Luo Yusen, cherish your chance."
Until Zayev left the box, Luo Yusen always sat in the seat and did not return to God. Eventually he pinched the hundred dollar bill, and the regret of a year later turned into tears and beat his face. wet--
"Ziwen... Ziwen, I really didn't want to kill you at the beginning, I really didn't... Zayev! Yes, it's him!!! I didn't think about you... You were your own asthma. The attack is dead, and I have nothing to do with..."
It is this remorse, with a denial of its own sin.
About half an hour later, Luo Yusen also got up and left the coffee shop. What he never knew was that just two minutes after he left the coffee shop, an ordinary foreign man dressed in a waiter's clothes walked into the box where they had just been seated.
In the evening of the same day, I received the small and chic bug.
He turned on the bug and listened for a while. When he heard someone's crying "repentance," he groaned a little, and at the moment he couldn't tell what it was. Probably nothing to hate, just inexplicably feel that Luo Yusen is really ridiculous...
At this time, can you still deceive yourself like this?
In a certain way, this person is really poor enough to live.
After hearing the contents of the bug, I sent a text message to Mr. Charles.
In the text message, he said bluntly that he hoped that the other party would hint at Mr. Evra in a concealed way that "Luo Yusen seems to be very restless recently" and let a small music magazine report it - "The former violinist and Weijiao predecessor The second violin group deputy chief met privately.
About two days later, I saw this gossip in an underground tabloid.
At this time, I would like to thank Vienna for its rich musical atmosphere. In this city, entertainment gossip is sometimes not as good as the gossip of the classical music industry.
After finishing all the things that I should do, let Mr. Charles keep the u disk with the recording and do not act.
Doing too much, but there may be some scorpions, so...
Let Mr. Evra, who is smart and upright, work harder.
Waiting for a chance later... Please Mr. Evra for a meal?
- I thought of it in my heart.
After entering the Pareson Theatre for a month, I have completely integrated into this big family. Although the strength of this orchestra is indeed worse than that of the previous diplomatic cooperation, love, love, etc., in general, here, I understand the need to become a chief. factor.
When I was in the college orchestra, although I was the chief of the team for more than a month, because the students were busy in their spare time, there was not much time for rehearsal, so he only touched a little edge. But did not really feel the responsibility of a violin chief.
"Small seven, I didn't expect you to be proficient in this "Feraro's Wedding" so quickly, these weeks of performances are very exciting!"
The resident commander of the Pareson Theatre was a brown-haired Jewish conductor. He appreciated the strength of the ape, and he also agreed to break into the orchestra.
He smiled and shook hands with the conductor. "Mr. Wals, thank you very much for your praise. I will continue to work hard."
A gentle, gentlemanly and polite young man is always very easy to get loved by others. So throughout the Pareson Theatre Orchestra, including the conductor Mr. Walls, they all like their young and lovely chief.
This evening is exactly the annual gathering of the orchestra, and I have not refused this time. When a group of people left the party, they slammed the box and just came out of the party door, and the oncoming cold wind made him wake up.
But for a moment, some