Chapter 11.

Yun Jinze let go quickly. Although Jiang Zhe was a little surprised, he had nothing to criticize. He smiled and nodded. "Hello, Teacher Yun."

Seeing that the other party has a lot of things, Jiang Zhe asked gentlemanly: "Do you need my help?"

Yun Jinze is only a quarter of a head shorter than Jiang Zhe. When Jiang Zhe reached out to help lift Yun Jinze's SLR around his neck, his neck shrank sensitively, and he covered it with his free right hand. . "No, no, I have great strength."

Jiang Zhe didn't force it either, he and Yun Jinze walked side by side into the unit building, fortunately the two of them are not popular stars, they are just good-looking passers-by, and there are not many doubts about walking together.

Yun Jinze walked slowly beside Jiang Zhe. He couldn't help paying attention to Jiang Zhe from the corner of his eye. This was the closest time he was to Jiang Zhe after seeing Jiang Zhe's back through the crack of the door at the backstage of the concert. This feeling was a bit novel, his eyes didn't hide too much, Jiang Zhe felt it keenly, and didn't take the initiative to poke it.

When he was about to reach the second floor of the unit building, Yun Jinze stepped forward to open the door. The small apartment he rented was clean and tidy, and the hygiene was usually good. When he opened the door, Yun Jinze was still a little complacent. The other party comes in.

"Just in the living room?"

Jiang Zhe carefully put down the piano case, sat on the sofa in the living room, and raised his head to ask.

Yun Jinze nodded. He put the DSLR on the table, and prepared the recording pen and notebook. Xiaobu hastily brought Jiang Zhe a glass of juice. He opened the curtains, and bright light came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The two of them are in a clear state of mind.

However, a phone call came in, breaking the peaceful situation. Yun Jinze frowned and took out his cell phone. He couldn't tell who the strange number was for a moment. He put the phone to his ear, and the other party got straight to the point, bluntly saying that he was Tianyi's propaganda department.

Knowing that Tianyi Company was the company Jiang Zhe was staying for temporarily, Yun Jinze subconsciously glanced at him, and covered the receiver with his hand.

Naturally, Tianyi didn't know that Jiang Zhe was here with Yun Jinze, so he just said it. "Mr. Yun, we are here to contact you to discuss with you... May I ask if you are accepting the promotion of new music stars? Our company has taken a fancy to Mr. Yun's ability to publicize and create stars. I hope you can cooperate with Tianyi to welcome Zheng Ruiyu, who is about to hold a concert. For publicity, the price is not a problem.”

Yun Jinze was amused. "Don't you know that I only praised Jiang Zhe before?"

Naturally, Tianyi knew about it, and was very clear about where it could work, and she coveted it very much.

"I don't think this contradicts Tianyi's appeal. You are famous only if you have talent, and this cooperation only needs to pay a little bit. With a little cooperation, you can get all the money. Isn't it a win-win situation?"

Yun Jinze didn't want Jiang Zhe to wait too long, so he nodded and sneered. "OK, then I'll tell the truth. I don't know where Tianyi got my phone number, but you shouldn't ask me about things like promoting Zheng Ruiyu. After all, who wants to become a shelter after listening to music?" The rubbish you listen to? Money? I, Yun Jinze, don’t rely on that little money to make a living. All of them are geniuses, so I will ask my 6-year-old nephew to play a little star for you one day. You Tianyi don’t need to push Zheng Ruiyu. …When the time comes, I will tap water to help you praise my eldest nephew, who eats so much and is fat. He is a genius in music, and the little chubby can even play Doremi on the piano. It’s amazing, isn’t it more interesting?”

"...Mr. Yun, please don't maliciously attack our company."

Yun Jinze didn't have much patience, "Tianyi, please, be human, don't mess with Jiang Zhe, are you devils?"

Not listening to Tianyi Propaganda Department's nagging, Yun Jinze hung up the phone directly, turned around and found that Jiang Zhe was looking up at him with a slight smile.

Yun Jinze, who was still living day and night just now, had a twitch in his calf, and unconsciously felt that he was a little shorter. He didn't explain why he mocked Tianyi, and he didn't explain Zheng Ruiyu's affairs in detail to make Jiang Zhe feel uncomfortable. He pulled over a small bench and sat opposite Jiang Zhe.

"Mr. Jiang Zhe, do I want to start recording?" Putting the recording pen in the middle, Yun Jinze hugged the notebook, nodded and looked directly at Jiang Zhe. "If you're nervous because you're interviewing for the first time, you can drink a glass of juice."

Jiang Zhe laughed softly. "Will the sound of drinking water be recorded, it will make people very embarrassed."

"If you mind, I can turn it off for a while." Yun Jinze took the recording pen, and before turning it off, he saw Jiang Zhe looking at him with a smile on his face. He was slightly embarrassed, and only then did he realize that Jiang Zhe was joking. A little annoyed, like a little peacock being played around.

"Sorry, the juice is delicious." Afraid that Yun Jinze would be unhappy, Jiang Zhe said seriously.

Yun Jinze lowered his head and wrote, "Oh... then let's start the interview. It is reported that Mr. Jiang Zhe has joined Tianyi for several years and has held many solo recitals. He is so good at playing the cello. Let's start learning, shall we?"

Jiang Zhe held the juice glass in his hand, looked at the sparkling juice, and hummed. "I started practicing when I was seven years old. At that time, I thought the sound of the cello was very nice. After listening to it for a while, I really wanted to be able to play such a beautiful voice."

Yun Jinze: "Then he must have suffered a lot, he is still a little puppet at the age of seven."

"Maybe, but after all, it's my own choice and interest, so I don't find it boring and hard work. What we are talking about now seems to have deviated from the music itself and turned to children's education, Mr. Yun." Jiang Zhe pursed his mouth. juice.

This time Yun Jinze didn't panic, he probably figured out Jiang Zhe's temperament, knowing that he wasn't really unhappy or impatient, but just teasing him subconsciously.

The little peacock raised his head, but continued to ask. "Have you participated in any children's competitions before?"

Jiang Zhe looked at the sky and thought about it. "Hmm... It seems that there is a gold medal in the cello competition of the foreign youth group? They are all competing with the little Douding in your mouth. There is nothing to mention. You can't be cheeky and hype the talent, otherwise you will be in the same tune as your big nephew. Isn't it, haha."

"I just wanted to compliment you in a commercial way." Yun Jinze raised his eyebrows. "Hey, Mr. Jiang Zhe, have you ever heard someone say that eavesdropping on other people's phone calls is a bad behavior?"

"Sorry, Teacher Yun." Jiang Zhe shrugged, "It's because Tianyi's voice is too loud."

Yun Jinze's recorded strokes drew a few irregular lines, and he asked, "And... the fact that Tianyi is going to praise Zheng Ruiyu... Mr. Jiang Zhe also knows?"

My own company surpassed myself to help a newcomer with all my strength, so I would feel a little uncomfortable.

"They have never concealed this attempt, they are just blatant careerists." Jiang Zhe had long put Zheng Ruiyu and Tianyi's actions at heart. "Besides, Mr. Yun, didn't you agree to help Tianyi? Because you defend me so much, I was not so angry when I heard Tianyi's voice just now."

Yun Jinze's ears turned red.

"Actually, it's not because of Mr. Jiang Zhe. I just think that for music, there needs to be serious, fair and just people. If everyone else chooses to muddle through and compromise, then I hope I can be the one who speaks out."

Yun Jinze asked a few more innocuous questions, and after listening to Jiang Zhe's inspiration and perception about music, the two exchanged a bit and unexpectedly got in sync. Several points Yun Jinze said made Jiang Zhe burst into new inspiration .

The meeting with Yun Jinze was indeed a pleasant surprise. Jiang Zhe took out the cello from the piano case and started playing impromptuly. Yun Jinze listened to Jiang Zhe's piano sound at close range, and felt that listening to it this time was something new. He recalled his chaotic memories, and couldn't help but read the stories entangled in the music.Looking at the gradually dimming scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the clouds dissipated, and the rays of light gathered, bright but not dazzling enough to make people weep.

The two chatted all afternoon.

At the end of the song, Yun Jinze rested his chin, blinked his peachy eyes, and immediately applauded.

"Mr. Jiang Zhe, do you still lack an inspiration muse?"

Jiang Zhe's hand holding the bowstring froze, and looking back, the little peacock was looking at him proudly with bright eyes.

Yun Jinze's smile grew wider.

"Do you think I can?"

Jiang Zhe shook his head, he patted Yun Jinze's forehead. "Let's just count as netizens who have met a few times..."

Although I have a good impression of him, music is already my life.

"Of course not."

The author has something to say: After two chapters, Jiang Zhe will start competing.

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