Chapter 1683: Cloud Boss and Little Cousin Side Story (2)
Chapter 1683: Cloud Boss and Little Cousin Side Story (2)
In the Peach Garden’s backstage lounge, Fan Zhengyu quietly waited for the manager’s response, while the backstage staff had already started whispering among themselves.
"It is said that Boss Zheng originally wanted to collaborate with the X Orchestra, having a mime interrupted is something he cannot tolerate, I’m afraid the collaboration is going to fall through."
"This performance is a rare opportunity, a fusion of East and West with a big orchestra, it would be a pity if Boss Zheng declines."
"He’s always been quite headstrong and doesn’t care about fame and fortune."
...
Fan Zhengyu waited for about five or six minutes, when the manager pushed the door open and came in with an apologetic expression, "Miss Fan, I’m really sorry."
The performers steeped in classical culture have their own kind of elegance and pride.
"It’s okay." Fan Zhengyu just smiled.
"This... I’m sorry I couldn’t help." The manager looked apologetic.
"It’s alright, don’t trouble yourself." Fan Zhengyu smiled, "I am already very grateful for your help."
"Actually, I wasn’t much help, as Boss Zheng left right after the performance, and he didn’t pick up when I called."
"He left?" Having a mime interrupted is like being disturbed right before a performance when you need peace and quiet, Fan Zhengyu could understand him, but didn’t want to miss this opportunity for collaboration, she originally wanted to ask the manager for a favor to meet him, even if only for a few minutes.
Unexpectedly, he had already left.
"Yes." The manager was helpless too.
"Thank you, I’m sorry for the trouble."
"How about I give you Boss Zheng’s number?" The elderly lady Jiang is a veteran admirer in the Peach Garden, and the manager had a natural liking for Fan Zhengyu, after all, anyone that the old lady likes is surely not a malicious person.
"I have his contact information, thank you."
Fan Zhengyu thanked the manager and left the Peach Garden.
The manager watched her back and sighed helplessly.
Actually, Fan Zhengyu hadn’t told him anything, but he had seen much of the world, the intrigues, and within the Peach Garden, there were always undercurrents to become the lead role.
A music group can’t possibly send two people to negotiate a collaboration one after another, and with Boss Zheng’s contact information in her hands, it seems someone wanted to snatch her opportunity, intercepting it midway, causing this confusion.
Such a young girl is still too naive, not knowing how treacherous the world and human hearts can be!
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Fan Zhengyu wasn’t dwelling on who set her up; she simply wanted to fight for a chance, sitting in the car holding Boss Zheng’s contact information, hesitating for a long time before finally dialing the number.
Meanwhile, in a courtyard
Sunlight filled the yard, and a hundred-year-old Osmanthus tree stood in the center, enveloped in a fragrant scent of autumn.
This Boss Zheng, with a big temper and quite willful in front of people, was at that moment fawningly serving tea and water to someone.
"Brother, have some tea!"
"Just leave it there."
"The tea is hot, be careful." He smiled ingratiatingly, "Brother, the audience reaction to today’s performance was particularly good, but I felt uncomfortable singing one part, I’d like your guidance."
"Which opera?"
"A section from ’Mu Kezhai’, just..." He cleared his throat, slightly prepared to showcase his voice earnestly.
Just then, the phone rang—
His face instantly turned dark!
Moreover, it was an unfamiliar number, just as he was about to hang up, the person drinking tea said, "The manager called earlier, you didn’t answer, maybe answer this one, in case someone has something urgent."
He had no choice but to answer with a sour face, "Hello, who’s this?"
Fan Zhengyu didn’t expect him to pick up, overjoyed, she suppressed her delight, "Hello, Boss Zheng, I am Fan Zhengyu..."
"Fan Zhengyu?" He muttered.
The person sitting in the rattan chair raised an eyebrow.
This name...
Gongshangjuezhengyu, not many people with such a name.
The one he knows, there’s only one, also with the surname Fan.
"I am from the X Orchestra, we had an appointment before, do you have time? I’d like to take a few minutes of yours to meet."
"What’s with your orchestra, someone has already been here, I have already told her, I won’t be collaborating with your orchestra, sorry, I am busy!"
After saying this, he suddenly noticed the person sitting in the chair watching him with interest, he quickly smiled, "Just a spam call, brother, let’s continue."
"Ah ah—cough cough—" someone cleared their throat again.
However, the one in the rattan chair set down his cup and looked at him, "Did you just mention an orchestra?"
"Don’t bring that up, an orchestra wanted to collaborate with me, I wasn’t very keen, you know I’m not quite ready yet, but hearing they wanted to incorporate Western instruments with my work, I agreed, but then today my mime was, and some other came, I don’t know what they’re up to."