"It's Chen Jie."
"When I was thirteen, I won a provincial award in a guzheng performance competition."
"Although she is only 16 or 17 years old, her stage style is already very stable and her future achievements will not be lower than those of the queen."
During the training process, Chen Xian did a very good job of keeping the secret, so An Wen only found out about the individual solo programs, and that someone named Han Ran would be performing on stage.
Then he checked Han Ran's family background. His parents died in a car accident a few years ago. He himself was a poor student, let alone art history.
Zhou Wan just smiled faintly and said: “It’s okay, I believe in Shen Xian’s vision.”
"A good cook cannot cook without rice." An Wen was confident, "In addition, I also asked the music giant Mr. Xia Yuntao to personally tailor a song for Chen Jie." An Wen said.
Zhou Wan said indifferently: "I know, but you seem to have forgotten one thing, that is, there is a postman behind Shen Xian."
"I don't think I need to explain the postman's abilities any further, right?"
"No matter how famous a musician is, he is not good enough in front of the postman, right?"
Zhou Wan's smile was very peaceful.
An Wen narrowed his eyes, and then sneered: "So what if there is a postman? I don't believe that he can make Han Ran a god."
"What if I can?" Zhou Wan asked with a smile, "Do you want to make a bet?"
An Wen laughed: "If Han Ran really defeats Chen Jie, then from now on, when I see Chen Xian, I will call him Brother Xian."
Zhou Wan nodded and raised the phone in his hand: "I recorded it, you have to keep your word."
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