Shenhao: Trillion Subsidy At The Beginning

That's why.

If something does happen.

So.

I am the chief director of this cultural evening.

That is to say, it's over.

even......

My career as a director is over!

Think about it.

The chief director of the cultural gala here, with an expression on his face, became a little anxious.

Immediately, he opened his mouth and said.

"Hurry up and keep urging! Be sure to let him arrive as quickly as possible!"

Song Deming, the chief director of the cultural show, hurriedly opened his mouth to urge.

Gu Tong and Gu Jiangdu, who was there, frowned for a while.

Immediately, in a cold voice, he spoke.

"Director Song, you'd better explain clearly what's going on here?"

Gu Jiangdu's tone was a bit unfriendly.

After all, this matter is really annoying.

Listen to this.

Here Song Deming wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then, some with ugly faces said.

"It's like this, Gu Jiangdu, on our program list, we have invited Master Huang, the master of Shenhua's folk musical instrument Guzheng, to come and play.

And Master Huang also agreed, and this afternoon, he had already gone to Mi Lijian's airport, saying that he had already rushed towards Xiangjiang.

However, this afternoon, it never arrived, and then it continued until now..."

Listen to these words.

The expressions of the few people here are not so good.

after all.

It never arrived.

This matter is very troublesome!

My heart sank slightly.

Everyone's faces looked a little ugly.

Even with Lin Mo's expression, it also looked a little serious at this time.

after all......

Words never arrived.

Well, today's performance is going to be ruined...

this moment.

The two people here could not help but frown slightly.

Subsequent.

Gu Jiangdu, who was there, said in a slightly cold tone.

"Song Deming, you'd better settle this matter!

Otherwise, if it causes a broadcast accident, then I will ask you! "

As he said that, Gu Jiangdu, who was here, had a bad complexion and walked forward.

And listen to these words.

Here Song Deming, the expression on his face is also a little bit unstoppable.

I also feel a little headache.

After all, how is he going to deal with this matter...

The plane couldn't get there.

He can't help it...

"well......"

Shaking his head, Song Deming was quite helpless.

Then, he took a look at Lin Mo who was there.

He smiled awkwardly and said.

"I made you laugh."

Hearing this, Lin Mo shook his head and didn't say anything.

However, the bottom of my heart couldn't help but pondered.

this matter...

Maybe you should pay attention to yourself.

Lest it really cause anything.

At the bottom of Lin Mo's heart, when he was thinking like this.

Lin Mo here.

But slowly, walked towards the inside.

When we came inside.

The audience has already begun to take their seats.

As for Lin Mo.

It was casual, sitting on a chair, and drinking tea while swiping the phone here.

Time passed by little by little.

Soon, the cultural evening will begin.

As the cultural show started, Lin Mo put down his phone and started watching.

I have to say, sat in the front row.

The perception is different.

With a host of stars starring.

I have to say, it looks great.

At this moment, the whole person is almost intoxicated in it.

Time passed.

quickly.

The cultural evening is in the middle of the show.

But at this time, Lin Mo also noticed it.

in the background at the side.

The chief director, Song Deming, was on the phone there.

The expression of the whole person is very excited.

Then, after hanging up the phone, the chief director started talking to the host, giving orders.

Watching this scene.

Lin Mo here is frowning slightly.

This situation...

It seems that something is not quite right.

like......

What happened?

Lin Mo pondered for a while in his heart.

Afterwards, she stood up and walked towards where the chief director was.

Walked all the way.

After Lin Mo walked over, the chief director also greeted him.

"Mr. Lin, why are you here?"

Listen to this.

Lin Mo spoke casually with a calm expression on his face.

"Just seeing you here, it seems that something happened, why, encountered a difficult problem?"

Lin Mo asked.

And listen to Lin Mo's words.

The chief director there had a bitter expression on his face.

Then, he shook his head, sighed, and said.

"Oh, it's the same thing just now, we made a phone call just now, and Master Huang just arrived over the Xiangjiang River.

And now, there are only two left before Master Huang's show, that is, only 10 minutes at most, which is too late. "

Hearing this, Lin Mo frowned slightly and said.

"Then what if we change the order of the show?"

The director still shook his head, and the expression on his face also seemed a little helpless, said.

"It's a bit difficult. After Master Huang's program, the leader will give a speech.

So if it is changed now, then the speech time will be pushed back..."

Lin Mo, who heard these words, couldn't help but frowned.

indeed.

If so.

Then the whole thing is troublesome.

But Lin Mo was pondering at this time, and then said.

"Just need to perform a solo?"

Hearing what Lin Mo said, the chief director there just nodded and said.

"Yes, the current track is tentatively scheduled to be "Journey to the Desert"."

Talking.

The chief director here has some headaches, said.

"This song is considered to be relatively difficult in Guzheng. Otherwise, we can choose other actors to perform it."

As he spoke, the chief director sighed.

After that, he looked at the form in his hand with a bitter expression.

Shaking his head, he just said.

"It would be much better if someone could replace the show.

But unfortunately, there is not a single guzheng master who can play this kind of repertoire so far! "

Listen to this.

Lin Mo pondered for a while.

Then, he opened his mouth and said.

"Well, you prepare a costume for me, and I'll try it on."

The moment the words fell.

The chief director there was immediately taken aback.

Then, he looked at Lin Mo with a slightly astonished expression, and said.

"Mr. Lin, are you here?"

As he spoke, the chief director said as if he had thought of something.

"Mr. Lin, are you sure...

This is a guzheng, not a piano..."