"That depends on whether my brother is willing to help." Ever since Lin Qiye got hold of this thigh, he instantly felt that the future was full of hope and light, no longer so dark.
Before Lin Shiyi could drive home, Lin Qiye chased after him and hurriedly told him about the music festival.
"If Brother Qi hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it. The music festival is about to start..." Lin Shiyi thought of the ten places.
"Then will you join? Bah, I'm wrong. For a company as big as Xiaoling, you must join. Brother Qi has a favor to ask..."
Lin Shiyi saw through Brother Qi's little trick: "I'm going to play a big one. My company only has four singers, so we are definitely short of manpower. I will choose a few singers from you, Brother Qi, later."
"Okay! Thank you, brother!" Lin Qiye jumped into the cab: "Brother, sit in the back. I'll be your driver for the next day."
The selection criteria for the music festival is to give priority to traditional Chinese songs, and Lin Shiyi wanted to sing Jay Chou's work.
The pinnacle of Chinese style on earth will lead a huge wave of popularity in Hanzhou.
After returning home, Lin Shiyi started to pay attention to the Internet and found that his official website account of Withering had been tagged by many people.
They are basically all music friends, such as Zhongli, Lu Wenfei, and Xue Rong.
"The registration channel has been opened today? There is still a week before the September season, and there is only a little over a month away from October." Lin Shiyi had a bad feeling after reading the rules announced by the official media.
Registration is not limited to any region?
Can musicians from other states also come to Hanzhou to participate?
As long as they are good at Chinese style works, it will be fine.
"Why do I feel like those old friends have teamed up to set a trap for me..."
Lin Shiyi wanted to be the vice president of the Zhongzhou Association, and he is now the successor to the vice president.
Could it be that he was hinting at me to go to Zhongzhou to sign up?
"The selection criteria for Zhongzhou's grand ceremony is actually symphony?" Lin Shiyi was surprised.
As expected of Zhongzhou, a place where culture converges, even the standards of the music festival are so high.
Lin Shiyi is well aware of the value of the symphony. Even if it is not popular in Hanzhou, it is one of the repertoires that many music gods yearn to learn.
The standards of Xuanzhou are the same as those of Hanzhou, with a national style.
For Xuanzhou, their national style is certainly not the style of Hanzhou, but the national style of Xuanzhou.
"Forget it, let's not worry about it for now. There's still so much time before it starts." Lin Shiyi picked up his cell phone and made a call.
Zhang Jiahao is noted above.
But the other party hung up the phone.
Lin Shiyi thought that this fake master had something important to tell him.
I called again half an hour later and the call was hung up again.
Another hour passed before the call was connected: "Vice President Zhang, what are you busy with? Why did you just answer after so many calls?"
"Why should I answer? How long have you not contacted me? It's been more than half a year!" Zhang Jiahao's arrogant temper came up: "Your attitude is not magnanimous. You even called me vice president. It's really polite."
After saying that, he hung up again.
Lin Shiyi was left confused: "Is this... a rage?"
A few minutes later, he called again: "Okay, Master, don't be angry. Haven't we had too much business in the past six months? We are preparing to win the championship for the 12th time in a row and get the title of Four-time God of Music for fun."
"Just taking four titles for fun? Do you think you are talking like a human being? You are so arrogant, you can hardly be a great man!" Just after he finished speaking, Zhang Jiahao hung up the phone again.
Lin Shiyi: “…”
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