The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 130 The Invitation Letter of the Music Association
After distributing snacks to the children, the two walked out of the orphanage side by side.

Thinking of the innocent smiling faces of the children, Wen Yan felt cured. They really didn't ask much, and a few bags of snacks could keep them happy for a long time.

The smiles that these children see deep in their eyes are sincere from their hearts.

Well, the joy value on the data panel can never be faked.

When the two walked under the plane tree in front of the orphanage and were about to drive away, Zhao Wanqi suddenly said, "Xiaoyan, I'm sorry."

"Er?" Wen Yan stopped, a little confused.

Is Zhao Wanqi apologizing to him?

This is really the sun coming out in the west.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Wanqi has always been in front of him with her teeth and claws. Even if she has done something wrong, she will raise her chin arrogantly.

Well, at most, he will be compensated for killing his brother in his arms.

Wen Yan looked at it carefully. The big sister not far in front of her was wearing a khaki windbreaker. With the breeze blowing, her long wavy hair fluttered slightly, and the undulating lines were very soft.

The profile of her face against the setting sun, with her pair of seductive phoenix eyes and sexy full red lips, makes Sister Yu's charming and moving to the fullest.

This should be a strong urban beauty, but now she is apologizing to him. From Zhao Wanqi's eyes, Wen Yan sees a strong self-blame:
"Why are you apologizing?"

"I didn't expect that someone would make a fuss about the quota for the student." Zhao Wanqi bit her red lips and said apologetically, "If I could clarify earlier, the current public opinion would not point at you."

"Even if you clarify earlier, what should happen will still happen." Wen Yan comforted: "Besides, there is no problem with my recommended quota, and we are not afraid of fire to practice."

"But don't you care about the negative public opinions on the Internet that attack you?" Zhao Wanqi was a little surprised, she didn't expect Wen Yan to be so indifferent.

Sometimes, the pressure of public opinion is really suffocating. She has experienced it, so she understands how painful that feeling is.

When she first debuted, whenever she saw negative news about herself on the Internet, she would feel very uncomfortable, and it was only after she got used to it in the past two years that she could treat it with a normal heart.

"I never care what outsiders think of me." Wen Yan said very freely.

In fact, what Zhao Wanqi has experienced, he has also experienced in his previous life, so naturally he doesn't care about the rhythm of the Internet.

Moreover, even if someone wants to apologize, that person should not be Zhao Wanqi.

On the phone, Li Tianyun had already explained the ins and outs of this matter clearly.

Lao Li is a real person, it should be his fault, and he will not put the blame on it.

After Li Tianyun's explanation, Wen Yan realized that Zhao Wanqi had long wanted to clarify the negative public opinion on the Internet and actively contact relevant personnel.

She heard about the benefits of Magic Arts' "motivation plan" for this year's enrollment to Wen Yan, so she agreed with Li Tianyun's decision to let the bullets fly for a while.

Since Wen Yan wants to make his debut, he has the support of a top famous school, which will definitely save him a lot of detours. It is precisely because Zhao Wanqi understands this that he listens to Li Tianyun's opinion.

The so-called follow the advice of the manager, want to build momentum for the new album?

Can you expect a "salted fish artist" who doesn't even bother to run an announcement how much he cares about his album?

This is just Zhao Wanqi's excuse, she doesn't want Wen Yan to have a psychological burden.

After all, the focus of public opinion on the Internet before noon was still on her own.

Aside from these unexpected factors, the initial trigger for this incident was the variety show that Zhao Wanqi participated in.

And the reason why she appeared on the show was to make her debut with Wen Yan.

Thinking of the reason for the incident, and looking at the girl who apologized on the other side, Wen Yan couldn't help feeling warm.

In Bluestar, there are only three and a half people who can take his interests as the starting point and put themselves in his shoes.

And Zhao Wanqi is one of them.

Well, this is also the reason why Wen Yan owes her so long, and the copyright of the song is divided.

If someone else wants to owe Wen Xiaoyan money, there is only one way to choose:

See you in court!
"How is the preparation for the new album, do you really need me to write songs for you?" Wen Yan changed the subject.

"Cut, no need." Zhao Wanqi stroked her long hair around her waist and said arrogantly:
"I have confidence in the ace composers in the industry. Their lyrics and songs are definitely not worse than yours!"

"Hehe, you don't know anything about my power." Wen Yan got into the car and started the SUV to go to the magic art shop.

He knew that he was underestimated, and Zhao Wanqi was worried that his inventory was insufficient.

...,

dusk.

Magic City, a high-end apartment.

Seeing that the trend of public opinion in the tribal comment area is one-sided, and the vast majority of people are supporting his speech as a "righteous man", Ma Baoan couldn't stop laughing.

Of course, what excites him the most is that the fans who have broken through the 400 million mark are worthy of attention. He seems to see countless small money pouring into his pocket.

These melon eaters on the Internet are really easy to coax. Ma Baoan's mouth evoked a mocking arc.

Tsk, he really is a little expert in public opinion!

"Wife, cook a few more dishes at night, our good days are coming." Ma Baoan shouted to the kitchen: "Go downstairs to buy a bottle of champagne, we have to celebrate."

"What a good thing, so happy." His wife walked over to Ma Baoan while wiping her hands with her apron.

"Look at this post... it's all money." Ma Baoan showed off his glorious record to his wife.

"Old Ma, he is just a child, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to do this?" Ma Baoan's wife said worriedly:

"Even if we earn this money, it will be hot when we spend it..."

"Hmph, what do you know?" Ma Baoan reprimanded: "With long hair and short knowledge, let's eat according to our ability!"

"Alas." Ma Baoan's wife sighed and returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.

At this moment, Ma Baoan's cell phone rang.

"Hey, who is it?" Because of the tickets he was about to get, he even spoke confidently.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ma Baoan? I am a staff member of the Administrative Office of the Magic City Academy of Art. Now I want to talk to you on behalf of Magic Art about the public opinion on the Internet..."

"Magic art staff?" Ma Baoan's eyes rolled around, and he silently pressed the record button:
"Why do you think I've hit your sore spot and want to talk to me privately?"

"Mr. Ma, the rumors you posted online have had a great impact on Magic Art's reputation. Your actions have violated relevant laws and regulations. We hope you will take this issue seriously."

"Hehe, illegal?" Ma Baoan's tone was arrogant:

"I don't think this is illegal. As a citizen of the country, I have the right to question it. This is my right to freedom of speech granted by the law. Why do you magic arts have to bully others and limit my right to speak!"

"How can you be arrogant!" The staff of Magic Art was so arrogant that Ma Baoan said, "Freedom of speech in the law does not include spreading rumors and causing trouble. Your behavior is completely misinterpreting the truth of the matter and guiding the public's emotions..."

This can be tolerated, but Ma Baoan was a little disappointed that he failed to catch the loopholes in the staff's words. He most wanted to hear the words of the magic art staff who threatened him.

To be able to get such a recording and edit it and put it online later, it will be a "famous scene".

"Okay, don't waste my precious time, when will your magic arts deal with the relevant personnel, give the public an explanation, and when will I delete the post, of course it is impossible to apologize, I will not do the right thing, Bow down to the powerful!"

"Goodbye!" Ma Baoan hung up the phone, a sneer flashed across his mouth.

As long as they grasp the direction of public opinion, what can famous schools do?

……

Magic Art, conference room.

When Wen Yan arrived here, the reporters from Modu TV had already prepared the interview equipment.

This is one of Li Tianyun's preparations. Magic Art, as a top school, contact the reporters of the local channel. This is only a basic operation.

Several old professors from the Department of Vocal Music and the Department of Composition were also there. They all wanted to meet Wen Yan, the talented student who arranged the piano piece "Wedding in a Dream" on the spot.

"Student Wen, I want to apologize to you for this matter." Professor Liu Chun'e was the first to speak: "Oh, I promised that girl Wan Qi would keep it a secret for you, but I didn't expect it to spread in the school... "

The old professor felt very guilty, but he didn't expect a few casual words to have a "butterfly effect" and cause such a big storm of public opinion on the Internet.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to blame yourself." Wen Yan's attitude was very modest: "It's just a coincidence, none of us thought that someone would make a fuss about this matter."

Things have already happened, and complaining won't help. It's better to be generous and leave a step for each other.

This bit of worldly knowledge makes Wen Yan very ac count in his heart.

Without the arrogance of a talented student, this young man can handle it, Professor Liu Chun'e nodded secretly:

"You don't have to worry about this matter, our magic art is your most solid backing."

"Okay, stop talking about these gossips." Li Tianyun interrupted the conversation between the two, pulling Wen Yan aside and exhorting:

"For a while, the reporter's question, you just need to answer truthfully."

This is to give people red envelopes. Wen Yan instantly understood that this reporter is a friendly army and will not ask Jill blindly.

"Then go ahead and set an example for the majority of magic art students." Li Tianyun reminded.

The interview begins.

After straightening the folds of his suit, Wen Yan sat in front of the camera and looked very calm in the face of the microphone handed over by the female reporter.

In his previous life, he had held concerts with tens of thousands of people, and naturally he would not be in front of the camera.

Well, just a small scene.

After getting an indication to start, the female reporter asked in standard Mandarin:

"Hello, classmate Wen, I'm a reporter from the Modu News Channel. I would like to ask your opinion about the authenticity of your recommended student quota on the Internet."

"Nonsense." Wen Yan's expression was indifferent.

"Is it convenient to talk about it?" The female reporter did not expect Wen Yan's answer to be so brief.

"First of all, the recommended students of Magic Art have to pass the independent admissions exam. There are a series of rigorous procedures. If you want to get a place, you must naturally strive for it with strength."

"Some people questioned that I was too young, but there seems to be no age limit for recommendation. Who stipulates that 14 years old cannot take the self-enrollment exam. I can't deny my grades just because I am young."

"Ambition is not old, and no ambition is a hundred years old. For some self-proclaimed education critics and folk music critics, I just want to ask him a question, does he understand the referral process?"

Wen Yan spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face: "The youth classes of two prestigious schools in Beijing University and Shuimu, some of the students are younger than me."

The female reporter nodded, then continued to ask, "Then are you Zhao Wanqi's songwriter?"

"I want to correct it, it's the songwriter of some songs." Wen Yan's wording was very strict: "It's the song that was marked by the up master on the Internet."

"Then you questioned the copyright of your lyrics and music to Mr. Ma Baoan. It came from a professor of the Department of Magical Composition. What do you want to say?" The female reporter continued to ask.

"The copyright of lyrics and music is a very sacred thing for musicians. The professors of magic arts have their own ethics, and it is impossible to do such a stealing thing." Wen Yan's expression was very serious.

"Also, the copyright of these songs was registered five years ago. At that time, I was still in high school, and I didn't know the professor of magic arts at all. You can check this in the copyright department of the Literature and Art Association."

"You mean, you wrote those songs when you were 12 years old?" The female reporter was a little surprised.

"Is this very surprising? I think it's very simple." Wen Yan shrugged, and indifferently burst into a shock:
"When I was seven years old, my piano level reached professional level."

Well, in a flat tone, I manually appeared in front of a wave of people.

"What you said is true?" The female reporter was stunned: "When you were seven years old, the piano reached a professional level?"

"I have a registered grade in the Music Association, and there is a specific date on it." Wen Yan said with a smile.

What ordinary people can't do doesn't mean a genius can't do it. As a coercive with a system, Wen Yan has already made adequate preparations for packaging himself.

"This is really unbelievable!" The female reporter sighed: "Then you..."

The female reporter was about to ask the next question when there was an undisguised knock on the door outside the conference room.

When the interview was interrupted, Li Tianyun pretended to be unhappy and asked, "What's going on? Now that the interview is officially scheduled, wouldn't this cause a recording accident?"

"Principal Li!"

The female staff member of the Academic Affairs Office shouted "in a low voice":
"The Music Association sent an invitation to Wen Yan from our school to the Golden Hall, asking him to play what he created at the opening ceremony of the music festival in June - the wedding in his dreams."

Old Li, you are acting rudely!

Looking at Li Tianyun, who was full of bookish air not far away, Wen Yan's eyes were a little weird. If it was an accident, he dared to attack Wang Luoqi at night today.

Obviously, this is also what Li Tianyun prepared.

The Golden Hall, the highest hall in the hearts of countless musicians in China, is a stage that ordinary gold medal songwriters would not dare to expect. To be able to play piano music on this stage is the gold content.

Not to mention the opening ceremony.

A musician who is recognized by the Music Association and can enter the Golden Hall, does he still need to go through the back door for his undergraduate placement?
"Hey, does this section need to be cut?" Li Tianyun looked at the female reporter with a helpless tone.

Female reporter: "..."

(End of this chapter)