Wu Ciren quickly took out a small notebook and wrote down the words "amplification equipment". [Read the latest chapter] I originally thought that everything was ready and all I needed was Dongfeng, but once the project started running, I realized that Dongfeng was really too little.
"Actually, the problem of loudspeakers is far from being completely solved by singing and practicing. All in all, if you want to make modern pop music, the current equipment gap is still too big." Liu Shuixin frowned, "It's not just like this here. , the same problem exists even in the East. Whether it is instrumental music or general singing, without amplification equipment, it is simply meaningless."
"Didn't you say that you can make up for it by talking loudly?"
"This compensation is not absolute. Do you know how to sing bel canto?"
Wu Ciren nodded.
"You see, most people don't like bel canto. In fact, bel canto is similar to singing, using certain vocal techniques to make up for the lack of normal volume. But this is not normal vocalization - can you imagine an opera singer or Did the theater actors use their vocal skills to sing the song "21st Century Love Revolution"?"
Wu Ciren thought the scene was too beautiful and couldn't bear to look at it.
Like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, Wu Ciren was speechless. He didn't even care about the "enthusiasm" of the first person singing below, and quickly choked out a sentence: "Is there anything I can do?". Liu Shuixin's eyes turned to the girl who was "singing with all her heart" in the "car accident scene", and she smiled sweetly: "I'm not from a science and engineering background, I can only sing and dance. What advice can I give you? I just said: start a literary and art group It’s not as simple as you think…”
"Sister, why didn't you tell me earlier..."
"Isn't your starting point to cultivate literary and artistic seeds? The performance effect is another matter. Besides, I am very happy to be able to work again." Liu Shuixin smiled happily.
Wu Ciren couldn't be happier. Although the Plaid Skirt Club project is affiliated to the Publicity Department. In fact, it is a self-financing project. In Lingao, any project that has not entered the planning institute's schedule is full of difficulties and must be solved by one's own "running department" and "running factory". It takes a lot of time and effort.
My traffic police department also has a heavy workload - the traffic police of the national police are not the concept of "traffic police" in the old time and space. Its role is more similar to that of the "traffic police corps" during the Republic of China. In addition to normal management of road traffic, it is also responsible for the protection and warning tasks of highways and railways. Just one road protection inspection on the Hainan Island Ring Road was enough to make him vomit blood.
Someone needs to be found to take charge of this, he thought. While the third review was going on here, in another room, the long-haired artistic man and the man named Okamoto were whispering to several photos and discussing their plans.
The official name of the department located in this compound is the Literary Group Management Office of the Ministry of Culture and Publicity. In theory. All professional literary and artistic groups under the jurisdiction of the Senate are managed by this department. In fact, the only local professional literary and art group: Lingao Puppet Theater is under the jurisdiction of the Mass Literature and Art Department. As for those semi-professional and semi-amateur groups that have been formed: such as the lion dance team, live drama group, choir, etc., they are also under Fang Fei's management and command.
The so-called literary and art group management office has long been just a name on the "organization list" in Mingming's office. As for private literary and art groups. There are quite a few theater troupes coming to Lingaolai, but theater troupes are a mobile business. They have to change places after working for a while, and there is no fixed business address. What the management office can do is review the repertoire. Just issue another permit and that's it - in fact, this work was managed by the Mass Literature and Art Office before the Management Office was formally established.
This non-existent situation lasted until some elders formally proposed to the executive committee to establish a professional literary and art group. The change came only after the voice in the Senate gradually became stronger in this regard.
The person who drives all this is Dongfang Ke, a long-haired literary man who has a Ph.D. in the United States.
This Eastern elder who worked in the Planning Committee and the Finance Committee was a rather inconspicuous person in Bairen City: except for daily work, military training and general meetings, he almost never participated in group activities. As an overseas returnee, he never participated in party gatherings. , and has never expressed opinions on hot topics of public concern, such as the maid issue. He never speaks in the internal BBS announcement discussion area, and his posts can only be seen occasionally in the discussion group of a few kittens.
He has never actively sought out assignments at work; it is said that this person likes to be quiet and solitary. On his days off, he often only appears in the sports field to exercise alone, and then wears huge headphones and goes to the farm cafe to drink a cup of kvass to kill time—— He never went to the teahouse in Wudaokou that was almost exclusively used by Caijinkou—sometimes he would even sit there until closing time with an e-book in hand. What was even more interesting was that he stayed in the Bairencheng dormitory area for a long time after the construction of the elders' residential area was completed. The strangest thing is that no one has ever seen his secretary. He started by talking about why he wanted to participate in time travel - it is difficult for a person without a clear pursuit to understand.
His words and deeds can certainly be called "cool". So I said "too handsome to have any friends". The Eastern elder was always alone in Lingao - until one night.
The lights are on in Dongmen City, and the cool breeze blowing from the bay takes away the heat of the day. The bronze bell of the Bobu Customs Building struck six long tones, and the cadres in Bairen City who had been busy all day put down their documents one after another. At the entrance of the office building of the Director of Finance, senior members walked out in twos and threes. As they walked, some people were discussing questions at work or what good food was available in the canteen today.
As usual, Dongfang Ke was the last to walk out of the door, with Sennheiser headphones on his head and a black CD bag hanging on his waist. He walked towards the senior canteen with extremely fast steps with his hands in his trouser pockets. The sea breeze blew a strand of long hair on the side of his face, making this tall and lanky young man wearing a light gray shirt and white jeans look like a college student who had just finished self-study.
He was stopped by someone tapping on the shoulder at the entrance of the cafeteria - the other person obviously knew that he could not hear the call - it was a veteran who he had seen but could not name. In fact, except for the executive committee members and a few colleagues, he also remembered Can't afford the looks of the other elders. Dongfang stopped, took off his headphones, and looked at the person coming carefully. He seemed to remember that he had worked in the Finance Committee, but was transferred after the engine project. He hesitated for a while before asking:
"Who are you? Well, don't mind that I'm always face-blind."
"Ah, I'm Nobu Okamoto. I'm also from Caijinguchi - the Social Security Department - and now I'm in charge of the insurance company. You were in the Planning Committee before, so it's natural that you don't know me! Hehe!" The visitor seemed very relaxed. , Hahahahahaha.
"Well, I seem to have remembered it. Nobu Okamoto...are you Japanese? And your name is...Axin?" Dongfang Yuan looked confused.
Okamoto had a look of helplessness on his face: "I'm not Japanese, this... well, it's a long story. I'll talk about it later when I have the chance."
"Well, what do you want from me? Is it because the insurance company wants to recruit people? You can report directly to Commissioner Cheng. It's good to have a different job and a different taste. As long as I don't go out on the street to solicit insurance, I can do any financial work."
"Ah, no, no! It has nothing to do with work. I recently wanted to start a theater troupe and orchestra, and many people have similar ideas. However, there are too many engineering graduates in our Senate and few people understand music. There is Liu Shuixin who seems to be I am an actor in a song and dance troupe, but I am a wife and it is not convenient to find me directly. I remember you replied to me in the discussion thread on bbs? Are you also a senior enthusiast? Are you interested in discussing many words together? Hey, let’s stand here and say What are you doing? Is it convenient for you? It's dinner time, let's find a place to chat? I'll invite you to the Dongmen City Commercial Hotel and Restaurant!" Okamoto invited very warmly.
"Huh? Is it a store or restaurant? It seems very noisy? Let's forget it. However, the theater troupe is quite interesting. Why don't you go to my dormitory to discuss it? You can also ask them to deliver takeaways." Dongfang Ke's face was expressionless. Answered with a calm expression.
"Huh? Uh--well, anywhere... is fine..." Okamoto was obviously at a loss for the first time when he actively refused a banquet and nodded mechanically.
"Okay, see you later!" Before he finished speaking, Dongfang turned around and strode away. After walking three meters, he stopped, turned around and said, "Do you know my dormitory number? Or can you call my mobile phone directly later? The number is ..." He reported a number, hung up his earphones, and walked towards the dormitory area of the Hundred-Ren Elders without looking back. He was tall and had long legs and walked very fast. Okamoto, who was left standing there, didn't even have time to say a few more words. He raised his eyebrows helplessly and had to go to the Dongmen City Restaurant on his own.
Half an hour later, Okamoto walked into the gate of Bairen dormitory with the food delivery boy from the restaurant. In order to save himself the effort of carrying the food box, he had to go through the temporary entry and exit procedures for the boy - although now all Hainan Island can Counting as the sphere of influence of the Senate, the necessary security work procedures have not been reduced - at the same time, I can't help but secretly criticize Dongfang Ke's quirks: If you can't live in a good villa area, why do you have to stay in Bairen City.
He found his dormitory room according to the house number Dongfang told him on the previous phone call. The door was unlocked and dim light was leaking out. Okamoto knocked twice and pushed the door open. He first asked the waiter to place the food and drinks and gave him a circulation coupon. After sending him away, he and Dongfang sat down respectively. After taking a closer look, he found that the interior furnishings were extremely simple. All the furniture was standardized products from Lingao Woodware Factory. Only the two small boxes on the top of the cabinet were of unknown origin - When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a pair of pocket hi-fi speakers. I couldn't tell the brand, so I couldn't help but be surprised.
Section 338 - the beginning of art.
Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Eight - The Beginning of Art, more URLs: .z.
