Chapter 442: Guests and guests

Chapter 442 Guests and Guests
The surname is Zhong, but I didn’t tell the name... The young man who was laid in the age of 30 is the big boss behind Feiyun Entertainment.
Cheng Yiran looked at the other side with great surprise. Naturally, he felt a sense of oppression from the young boss.
He secretly said that this person's gas field is very full, just sat down slowly under the simple introduction of Cheng Yun - but this is not a luxury hotel's private room, nor is it a well-known restaurant, and It is a luxuriously decorated music CLUP - K&C.
Cheng Yiran has heard of K&C. This is a place where some rich children like to have a party, and of course it is a place where many people want to show up here.
Because there are often many well-known musicians, or people in the entertainment industry.
"Let's relax, just like a normal chat." The big boss of the clock name - naturally the second master clock from the Zhong family of the capital is falling.
Cheng Yunli praises, Zhong Chen Dust naturally wants to see what kind of person can make Yun Yun Li Zhan - he is very clear that Cheng Yun whole person, has been careful, if not sure, he does not dare in his own Such publicity and assurance in front of me.
"Ah...ha, Mr. Zhong said to relax, hey to relax! Come here, Cheng Yiran, what do you want to drink?" Chengyun immediately began to adjust the atmosphere.
Li Zifeng naturally did not dare to speak, and he would not say anything to Cheng Yiran - before he figured out the character of the big boss behind the scenes.
"I didn't study wine." Cheng Yiran shook his head. "Become a director, you just have an idea."
"Well... well, let me take the idea." Cheng Yun smiled, this is to give him face.
He likes others to give him face.
Of course, most of the brands can be found here - after all, most of the people who come here are drinking and chatting, of course, playing music is also the main thing... and eating things, probably only fruit snacks and the like.
Next, Cheng Yiran found that Mr. Zhong rarely talked, quiet... quietly but not tall, but people dare not make it.
It is also a young man, but before this gap, let Cheng Yiran feel like heaven and earth.
At this time, Cheng Yun suddenly stopped the interesting observations he said, and suddenly said: "Right, Cheng Yiran, anyway, come here, or else... show your hands!"
Sure enough, it is coming!
Cheng Yiran said in his heart that after entering this K&C, he would not be so simple. It seems that it is better to look at it than to look at it personally. This big boss wants to try him.
But he has enough confidence!
Say that a thousand and ten thousand are convincing without facts, then come on! Cheng Yiran nodded in a generous position, showing a smile. He had been prepared—or the guitar that came from the mysterious businessman there, and he had never left, even when he came in K&C.
"Very confident."
Seeing Cheng Yiran on the stage, the clock fell a little smile - in the eyes of Li Zifeng, this smile is almost perfect... perfect, like a dream.
But he has a kind of this kind of heart-like smile that is not from the heart, but like a movie-like emperor. This big boss is playing himself wholeheartedly?
Such thoughts flashed in the heart of Li Zifeng, but they quickly did not care... I played myself, is this necessary?
It can only be said that this man is perfect.
Cheng Yun naturally lost his smile at this time: "Mr. Zhong, you really should listen to his scene."
The clock did not speak, but just waved his hand, then slowly turned his head and waited quietly - Cheng Yiran at this time, naturally in the negotiations with K&C.
He didn't call other temporary performances, not people who have been working together, there is no way to get together. So plug in the sound line, and after debugging the volume, Cheng Yiran sat on the high stool of the small stage.
He has the experience of stage performances, and naturally he will not be in the market. The magical guitar he holds in his hand gives him a strong confidence.
Cheng Yiran held the microphone in front of him and smiled and said: "The atmosphere here is so good, I will sing something... "Hotel-California", I hope everyone likes it."
Different from the vicissitudes of the original singer of this song, Cheng Yiran’s voice is obviously young and full of tension. After a few days of singing lessons and correcting some minor mistakes, Cheng Yiran’s first sentence is It is much smoother than in the past.
When the guitar sounded, it caught the guests in K&C. Among K&C, there are no shortage of professional people in the circle, and occasionally there will be some big coffee in the circle.
Everyone here knows some professional knowledge - and this knowledge has been hit by an unprecedented impact when the guitar sounds.
Obviously it is a very simple start, obviously there is not too much skill, but the first note can be turned into quicksand, slowly dragging people into a soft vortex, and deeper and deeper... as if Self-extraction.
Some female customers have even begun to show a fascinating look.
K&C suddenly became quiet... like late at night. People seem to be brought to the front of this exotic hotel in the middle of the night, watching the dusk around it.
The bell dust also listened like all the guests - but while listening, he was able to carefully observe the reactions of the people around him. Their expressions, their movements, their gaze, did not escape the eyes of the young master of the clock.
He knows very well that these people have been conquered by the young man playing the guitar on the stage... but he himself, not.
Not interested.
The clock fell quickly and found his own problems - he has lost his interest, not only that, but also love, feeling the joy of happiness and so on.
Only the sense of accomplishment that has been preserved can make him feel unrelenting. It is obvious that the singing of the listening course did not bring him any sense of accomplishment.
Perhaps, after the young man has achieved outstanding results in the music industry, as a promoter behind the scenes, he will feel that the achievements will come to life... will be happy.
The mind of the falling dust, naturally no one can guess... and the surrounding guests have been immersed in the performance of Cheng Yiran, and no one pays attention to him.
Even Chengyun...
Even Cheng Yun, this time did not pay attention to the clock falling dust - the discovery of this point of the wind fell into a dusty consciousness and frowned. He knows the mind of this class, and he knows that he is always pleased and temporarily loyal.
But now it seems to have forgotten these things. This is too abnormal... Zhong Dingchen then began to study the appearance of the guests, and more and more felt strange, "... as if, is the devil?"
Suddenly, Cheng Yiran knocked on the microphone and whispered: "Thank you for listening."
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yiran’s songs have been sung, and the guests in K&C have only reacted at this time. All of a sudden, they have applauded everyone’s applause.
There is naturally no way to compare it with the applause of the audience of the concert – but all the guests present are bulging.
This is something that has never happened before in the history of K&C.
This young guitarist has conquered the ears of everyone here!
The guests were still unfinished, and a woman’s voice sounded, calling Cheng Yiran to continue one more. Someone spoke, and the demands of the endless stream began to appear.
Cheng Yiran looked at the table where Li Zifeng and others were at a loss. He found that Li Zifeng nodded to him and said yes.
"So, I will come back again." Cheng Yiran smiled.
This sought-after feeling is like a mandala flower... fascinating.
The guests, once again, fell into the intoxicating intoxication, and the clock fell into the dust, once again into a doubt - because he would not be intoxicated, so he felt like an outsider.
So he... gradually got some ideas, or guesses!
"I used to pass the name...Is it overnight?" Zhong Chen dusted his eyes slightly, which made him think of a certain place... a boss.
He can find that place through Zhang's family, others... Why not?
......
"You, everyone! Hello! I am Li Zifeng. Some people here know me too. I also saw a few acquaintances!"
Cheng Yiran sang a full four songs before he went down the stage himself - he felt that if he did not take the initiative to step down, the people inside would listen to it and even sing his throat hoarse.
But this is too abnormal... or the power of this guitar is too strong, so Cheng Yiran has to worry about something.
After he came down, Li Zifeng immediately rushed up. "The one who just happened is Cheng Yiran. I hope that you can all remember his name. Because, in the following, Cheng Yiran will be the focus of our Feiyun entertainment. Newcomers! I hope to be friends, and I can pay more attention in the future."
There was a burst of laughter from the guests... Of course, people remembered the name of Cheng Yiran.
"This person will be very advertised." Zhong Dingchen is a light smile, watching Cheng Yun say a sentence.
Cheng Yun looked at the clock and was satisfied with this effect. He immediately said: "This Li Zifeng, mixed for so long, still has some abilities and wrists. If you feel that he is good, let us reuse it?"
Cheng Yun will not hurt a person in front of the clock... because he knows that the second master does not like to play with people.
"You look good." Zhong Luochen suddenly stood up, twisted the button of the suit, and said: "I have something, I will go back first. You don't have to send me, this process is also good, good training... worth it to cultivate."
"Two less slow."
Cheng Yun said respectfully... This will leave Li Zifeng and Cheng Yiran, and he will naturally be able to shout.
When Cheng Chengran returned, it was also the moment when the clock fell away. The two passed by, and Cheng Yiran looked at the dust of the clock. He saw his taste as if he had a smile and laughed subconsciously.
I saw the moment when the clock fell through, suddenly whispered: "Learn to hide yourself."
What do you mean?
Cheng Yiran suddenly turned around, but looked at the back of the falling dust, slowly left, can not help but have a trace of ... strange uneasiness.
(End of this chapter)