Chapter 402: 156 brought back to the Bai Family to ride on their popularity_1
Mao Kun was not one to follow these things. When Jian’s assistant spoke, he just took a drag on his cigarette and glanced at Jian’s assistant without giving an opinion.
If you ntioned the boxing champion, he might engage in trivial chat.
Pu Xiaohan was aware of Bai Shaoqi. A very famous rich second generation online, she played the guzheng well, and Pu Xiaohan admired her for that. However, when Jian’s assistant brought up the matter of accepting a closed-door disciple…
Pu Xiaohan looked at Jian’s assistant with so skepticism.
When Director Jian played the erhu last ti, she’d ntioned Bai Shaoqi to him. Why hadn’t she heard him ntion this?
“Director Jian… Uncle is going to take on a closed-door disciple?” Jian Zhe, after spending a couple of days with Jian Zhongyou, hadn’t heard of such a thing.
“Yes,” Jian’s assistant said, looking at everyone’s reactions and not wanting to say more. He then urged Jian Rong, “Young Master Jian Rong, we should be going.”
A word out of tune is not worth discussion.
After Jian Rong and the assistant left.
Pu Xiaohan was still asking Jian Zhe about this matter. Jian Zhe scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed smile, “No, I don’t know my cousin’s friends either.”
“But Bai Lian,” Pu Xiaohan whispered to Bai Lian, “I think you also play the guzheng very well, just not as skillfully as Bai Shaoqi. I’ve been making so short videos about face-changing art and traditional Chinese music lately…”
It just so happened that Pu Xiaohan’s recent short videos involved research on the erhu, pipa, and guzheng, and Bai Lian’s previous rendition of “Traveler in White” was emotionally engaging, though it lacked a bit of proficiency.
This was completely normal. Bai Shaoqi had studied the guzheng for more than a decade, while Bai Lian had also learned for ten years, but hadn’t touched the guzheng for over two years, and naturally beca rusty.
The skills might beco rusty, but the emotions were her instinctive response.
Mao Kun’s admiration for Pu Xiaohan shot up.
He thought that if he repeatedly ntioned a na in front of Bai Lian, he would be held down by her and beaten up.
Mao Kun looked at the vibrant ponytail in front of him and had a sudden whimsical thought—
Was it because of the ponytail?
He was pondering the possibility of tying his hair into a ponytail.
The group went for hotpot. Mao Kun discussed Yang Lin’s situation with Bai Lian, “I reassigned a brother to watch her by playing cards downstairs. Her father didn’t co back for the New Year.”
“Okay,” Bai Lian estimated the ti.
**
anwhile.
At Ji Heng’s place, Director Jian had not expected his video to go viral. He didn’t dare stay at the Calligraphy Association any longer and took refuge with Ji Heng instead.
The head of the Jiangjing Music Academy called him helplessly, “Do you know how many journalists have co to interview us, asking whether we’ve taken advertisent fees from Xiangcheng to have you perform on stage…”
“Ah,” Director Jian also felt helpless, “I was just inspired by the people here and went on stage to play the erhu. I’ll explain it myself.”
He had no idea that no one in Xiangcheng would recognize him.
Instead, netizens recognized him.
He took out his phone, logged into his video account, and posted a ssage.
v Jian Zhongyou: “I’m visiting Xiangcheng for tourism. If possible, I hope to find a success to be the next guzheng Sect Leader [picture]”
The picture was of Xiang Mountain Avenue.
Xiangcheng was already a hot topic recently. Jian Zhongyou was only famous in classical music circles, and most ordinary people didn’t know him. But with Xiangcheng being so popular right now, the curious outside the circle flocked to Jian Zhongyou’s page when they found out the old man from the street performance was such a big shot.
His original following of over ten million had now terrifyingly doubled to twenty million.
Everyone could see his newly posted status.
Not only did this set the classical music circles abuzz, but Jian Zhongyou had set a new record.
Suddenly, the number of people wanting to travel to Xiangcheng was growing exponentially.
The Academy’s phones were exploding with journalist calls again.
People inside the circle knew the significance of “the next Sect Leader,” while those outside didn’t. But after a wave of explanations by netizens, they also realized this was a leader in classical music.
In no ti, the news about “who the next Sect Leader will be” exploded across the internet.
**
Especially among the Jian Family.
Jian Zhonghai received this news imdiately, and though he had his doubts about Bai Shaoqi, his hands trembled all of a sudden.
He interrupted his itinerary, saying to Jian Rong, “I will go with you to pick up Bai Shaoqi.”
Bai Shaoqi had just arrived in Xiangcheng.
The Bai Family’s driver brought her over. Aside from that, Bai Qiming had also provided her with a bodyguard.
As soon as she arrived in Xiangcheng, she received a call from a classmate who had perford with her at the Jiangjing Music Academy. They were extrely excited, “Shaoqi, are you in Xiangcheng now?”
Bai Shaoqi, who had slept the entire way, was unaware of the news about Jian Zhongyou, “How did you know?”
“I just do…” the girl suppressed her excitent, “It’s most likely you who Director Jian is looking for to be the next Sect Leader. Such wealth and honor…”
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