What surprised Lin Muyu even more was that all the concerts were auctioned and made a profit of 300 million yuan. The amount that Zhan Long could get was estimated to be in the tens of millions.

Is this Su Butong the illegitimate son of the God of Wealth? How can he be so profitable?

After the bustling auction ended, Lin Muyu looked at the busy construction site outside. She didn't understand what Su Butong's intention was in building this film and television city. To build such a film and television city in such a large area, she always felt that Su Butong was not doing his job properly.

As she walked, she heard the sound of pipa playing in a side room. Lin Muyu was curious about who would play the pipa here. It didn't matter if she didn't look. When she saw it, she was immediately overjoyed. She found a middle-aged man who was furiously asking Su Su.

Budong plays the pipa!

"How many times have I told you, forget the guitar chords you have mastered. This folk music is not the same thing as the guitar! The thumb needs to pick, hook, and touch, the middle finger needs to pick, wipe, and the index finger and the other fingers also need to cooperate.

Keep the melody tight!"

Su Butong cried and said: "This thing is too difficult, I can't react."

Lin Muyu pushed the door open and went in. Su Butong saw her coming and asked, "Is the auction over?"

Lin Muyu said angrily: "I'm not arrogant if I'm not mad at you. Why do I not believe that Michael Jackson agreed to you selling his concert advertisements like this?"

Su Butong played the pipa a few more times and curled his lips and said, "Can I say this nonsense?"

Lin Muyu walked up to Su Butong and said, "If you practice Pipa like this, you won't be able to master it even after a hundred years of practice. Give it to me."

Su Butong obeyed and handed the pipa in his hand to Lin Muyu. Lin Muyu asked Zhang Jin: "How long has Su Butong been practicing?"

"It took about three days. I didn't even know how to fingertips yet. I just wanted to play foreign songs. I was so full that I was full." Zhang Jin was also angry. Why did he agree to teach such a student so much that he was so obsessed with money at that time?

"He only has half a bucket of water. It's embarrassing for him to be so thick-skinned. I'm afraid he's a fool for daring to go on stage and cooperate with Mike." Lin Muyu put the pipa on his lap and plucked the strings a few times.

When Zhang Jin heard this, he immediately said with joy: "He is an expert."

Lin Muyu raised an eyebrow and said: "The ring finger should always keep the thumb above the index finger, making a fist, but the five fingers should not be firmly held. The fingers, palms, and arms should be relaxed. The most basic ring finger should start from the index finger,

The index finger pops out quickly and quickly connects with the middle finger."

After saying that, Lin Muyu seemed to be a different person, his aura changed.

"Line up camp", "Wind and beat", "Point generals", "Line up", and "Walk in line" were played from Lin Muyu's fingertips in sequence, as if time traveled back a thousand years ago, when Yu Ji danced for King Xiang, and Wu

Zui neighed due to the predicament. Then, "ambush", "small battle", and "big battle" began to change, and the majestic and passionate music resounded throughout the room. In the end, "King Xiang was defeated" and "Wujiang committed suicide"...

"Girl, you are good at talking about the pipa. House of Flying Daggers does not have more than ten years of experience, and it definitely does not have such an outstanding acting level. Which music conservatory did you graduate from?"

Su Butong pouted at the side, obviously unhappy with the teacher's favoritism.

"I graduated from the Business School of the University of Pennsylvania." Lin Muyu smiled lightly, stroking the strings with his slender fingers. "I briefly learned the pipa for a few years, but later gave up and regarded it as my own.

I’m interested in it. Teacher, please teach him not to teach you the fingering, but just tell him how to play that song well. I think based on his understanding, he won’t be able to learn the guitar after ten years of study.”

"It's not like that. It really doesn't look like someone who has only studied for a few years." Zhang Jin sighed: "Nowadays, folk music is declining. Many people have stopped doing this and are rushing to make money. If you are in the music industry, you can't compare.

This uncle with no talent is much better."

"Hey, Muyu, you never said you could play the pipa." Su Butong said.

"Who doesn't have any special skills?" Lin Muyu said. "You know, you have to play the pipa like this."

"Yes, your legs are very long." Su Butong joked.

Lin Muyu rolled his eyes at Su Butong, "Okay, big boss, you can practice slowly. I'll go back first. I found that you have been a little distracted recently. Why, you don't want to play your game anymore?" Lin Muyu asked

road.

"Let's do it, who said we won't do it? Aren't I just waiting for news from Sega? After the game is developed, it will take a while for the game machines to be produced, right?" Su Butong said.

"I said you are not in a hurry. There are less than three months left in the second half of the year. What are you going to do next?" Lin Muyu asked at the door.

"Of course I am referring to that arcade game to make money." Su Butong said.

"You are making arcade games for the first time and you still want to make money? I think you should think about making fun games in the coming year." Lin Muyu drifted away.

"This girl talks softly and softly, isn't she from the north?"

"Treasure Island Girl."

"She is beautiful. Does she have a boyfriend?"

"What do you want to do?" Su Butong asked with a sideways glance. Is this Jin aroused?

"I'm already married. I'm asking for my brother, who is still single now," Zhang Jin said. "My brother is also a musician. They must have something in common."

"Go away, this is my secretary. If you want to be a matchmaker, find someone else to be your matchmaker. Don't try to influence her." Su Butong said angrily.

"Your secretary? Such an outstanding girl is your secretary? Is she blind?" Zhang Jin faced the boss who rewarded him with food, but he had no self-consciousness at all.

"If you don't know how to speak, just hold it in." Su Budong was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.

"It's a pity that the good cabbage was lost to the pig." Zhang Jin shook his head helplessly.

"You are a pig. If you continue to scold me in a corner, be careful I will fall out." Su Butong threatened.

"Hey, you can still understand me now. When did you evolve? Why didn't you understand the wheel fingering I taught you for a long time just now?" Zhang Jin maintained his dignity as a teacher.

"MMP." Su Butong cursed secretly, but he didn't dare to offend Zhang Jin, so he let him take advantage of him and concentrated on practicing playing the pipa.

Comrades at Zhan Long have been in bad luck these days. Forget it at night, you can often hear the sound of your boss playing the pipa in the office during the day.

Many people buy headphones to avoid noise pollution and focus on their own business.

Zhang Yang couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to Su Butong's office and complained: "Can you please calm down for a while while you are at work? The whole building can hear the sound of your broken pipa."

"Aren't I going to be on the same stage with Mike in a few days?" Su Butong's boastful words have been told to countless people, and everyone's ears are almost numb from hearing them.

"You go play the pipa somewhere else, don't affect our normal work!" Zhang Yang shouted.

"Does Zhan Long have any other work recently? Aren't we all waiting for the release of "Street Fighter" now?" Su Butong asked doubtfully.

"Don't you need to finish "Plants vs. Zombies"? Don't you still have "Kirby" that you haven't started yet? And when will the arcade game be released? We're waiting for those guys to come back from Sega to tell us.

Let’s talk about arcade development experience.”

"It should be soon, right?"

A few days later, a coordination meeting led by Zhan Long was held in the conference room of the Peace Hotel. Agents of stars from all over the world, the stars themselves, and heads of security departments gathered together to discuss who would sing what songs on the Chinese side of the concert.

, in what order they appear.

Su Butong, the so-called agent for Michael Jackson's concert in China, presided over this meeting.

Before the meeting started, the conference room was in a mess, and people kept coming in and out.

Su Butong lowered his voice and said, "Let's start the meeting."
Chapter completed!