Old-time musicians

In the past few days, Fan Ning's vote count has been increasing at a rate of two to three thousand every day!

Before the special concert, he and Merich had over 10,000 votes, and Fanning had less than 5,000 votes, which was even lower than Somerset Maugham's votes. Today, myself and Meric have about 12,000, while Fanning has already exceeded 10,000! There are still four days to go!

Cecil's expression was a little annoyed as he waited for Julius' explanation.

Julius spoke slowly: "The most influential "Tioline Cultural Weekly", the music editor personally gave such a high evaluation, igniting the potential criticism buried in the music salon last year, big and small The media have followed suit. Do you think that the sudden criticism of Fanning by "Ufranser Art Review" is normal? Will it suppress his votes, or will it cause a backlash? Mr. Cecil, music fans? Although the level of appreciation varies, people are not fools!”

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"But if you read the last paragraph carefully, you can find out what kind of position is hidden in it. If Fanning chooses to inherit Anton Konard's style in the "First Symphony", he will be the best in this chamber music. The accolades achieved are in danger of collapse.”

Cecil felt that it seemed reasonable, but he still asked: "What if he really got rid of the contact with Professor Anton completely and maintained a good standard?"

"Sir Cecil, you are indeed still too young. The pen is in the hands of the music critic. You can write whatever you want. If he really gets rid of it, I can also say that he has not gotten rid of it..."

Speaking of this, Julius smiled calmly: "Mentioning this topic first in that article is purely for paving the way, so that the subsequent attack will not be so sudden...In the face of people who are in the limelight and are rising against the trend, instead of going In a head-on confrontation, it is better to go with the flow and bury the opportunity in the next stage..."

South Pier District, Riverside Street area.

"Caron, I'm stunk to death." In the dark night, the two of them walked along the river bank.

Scattered gas lamps swayed with green light on the putrid water, opposite the gray embankment of Momo Lake.

Fan Ning looked at the back of the little man wearing a soft hat a few meters in front, and curled his lips: "Speaking of which, we must have been walking for more than an hour, and my nose has no need to adapt."

The road was full of dilapidated buildings, bad roads, dilapidated warehouses and putrid garbage. It was already half an hour ago that he passed through the slums in large areas. If he didn't experience it for himself, Fan Ning might find it difficult to believe that there is such a thing in Uvranser. Such a large and messy area - its occurrence is unimaginable, its existence is meaningless, and it gives people the illusion that no matter how much money is spent, it cannot be managed.

"You mean turn left at this place?" Joan's footsteps stopped, and the huge steel support collapsed sideways, first sealing the dead end, and then immersed in the river.

"This symbol should be unmistakable." After Fan Ning finished speaking, the two of them turned their heads to the left.

This direction is not a road, but... a river.

Fan Ning frowned and looked around. Looking into the rancid river, there seemed to be many warehouses floating in the water. They were red, blue, and black, large and small. Some were connected, some were separated, and some were stacked. Their appearance was similar to those in the previous life. Planting containers.

At least more than 100 meters from the shore.

"Caron, can you swim?" Joan asked.

Fan Ning glanced at the girl helplessly, and was impressed by her clear thinking again: "Is this a problem we should consider?"

My vision got closer and closer, and finally I saw something like a bamboo raft at the foot of the shore, and... poles...

He kicked a few times and kicked a piece of the raft into the river. He then stepped back a few steps to avoid the splash of smelly water.

Then he stepped forward, raised his feet and tried to press a few times.

"It feels quite sturdy. Two people can use one...but I'm mainly worried about whether this thing will fall apart..."

"I can keep it from falling apart..." Joan said.

"I forgot, this can be regarded as a kind of wound." Fan Ning picked up the pole, handed one to Qiong, and stood up first, "Come on."

The two stood face to face on the small raft, paddling carefully in the famous smelly water, and the sticky garbage on the river floated past them.

The distance of just over a hundred meters felt extremely long.

"I seem to have an impression of this place." Ming Qiong suddenly said.

"Have you really swum here?" Fan Ning felt uncomfortable and tried to make a joke.

"That's not true, but the environment at that time meant that it was not impossible to swim... When I was a child, this place was a natural fishing ground. Later, a layer of ground was laid lower than the river bank and turned into a dock. Later, some warehouses were built. , I don’t know why it became like this in the end..."

She lowered her head and looked at the rancid river water. "We are not far from the river bank now. In fact, the water depth should only be one or two meters."

Fan Ning said: "So those box-like things were warehouses on the pier, but then the river overflowed. Well, at least it was more psychologically acceptable. At first, I thought it was a cesspool a hundred meters deep, which made me The hand holding the pole kept shaking."

The two set off very early. After the raft docked in the aisle at the back of the warehouse complex, Fan Ning asked Qiong to get on first and he would wait for a while to follow.

In a warehouse, Fan Ning put on similar "equipment" to the previous party. He walked through several aisles across the water, climbed the winding stairs, and arrived at a small warehouse stacked high.

"Can't you choose a more pleasant gathering place? I have already vomited all my dinner into the river."

Fanning heard the complaints of the "experience officer" Erov.

"Didn't this guy get hit by a stray bullet from Monroe's pistol, and then Bingdiao got hit by a shotgun bullet? Look at his spirit, he recovered so well?..."

In the originally dim room, a high-power electric light was pulled in for some reason, which made people suddenly blinded. The smell was still uncomfortable, but the conference table and chairs looked quite clean.

Fanning saw Sylvia wearing a golden mask again.

Several pairs of eyes stared at him, and he continued to pronounce his code name in the same way as last time: "Mendeleev."

"Mr. Mendeleev, I finally see you again, Happy New Year, Good evening!"

Zidougao's voice trembled with joy.

Fanning smiled lightly: "Good evening", and then sat opposite the short girl in a wide cloak.

Sylvia smiled sweetly in response to the previous experience officer's complaint: "If you ask how many people who violated the ban were shot by the Special Patrol Office around the New Year, you won't complain so much. The wind is very tight recently."

"Where can the Special Patrol Office find so many people who know the truth to be shot? Do you think they are killing ducks?" The perfumer's voice was full of ridicule.

"Those guys are intermittent like this, which is really not conducive to making new friends." The experience officer shrugged.

"At least I hope that old friends can come as promised." Sylvia said.

About five minutes before the party started, another person came, and Fanning counted silently.

"Sylvia, the perfumer, the experience officer, Joan, four... plus me, five, and this one should be the agent... Well, if no newcomers come, except for the dead Professor Lorraine, this time it should be a gathering of six people..."

Several people were shivering with cold, and when the party was about to start, the experience officer muttered again: "Damn it, the translator is usually the first or second to arrive, did something happen to this guy later?"

"Sorry, I kept you waiting."

An old and dull voice sounded, and everyone looked at the door together, and another person in a cloak was standing there.