Liu Miao also showed loyalty and sent his friend downstairs. Although the elder only came to the door, Wu Heyu could still be enthusiastic: "Jing Xing, do you want some meatballs?"

"What else?" Yang Jingxing really laughed: "You didn't tell me earlier."

Liu Miao was embarrassed: "You don't have a mouth and you don't know how to ask?"

"How can anyone come to your door on the second day of the first lunar month to ask for food?" Yang Jingxing was even more dissatisfied: "I looked at the kitchen so many times and you didn't understand!"

The elders still sided with their daughter and blamed Yang Jingxing. Whose family is still polite? Liu Chiwei and Wu Heyu went into the kitchen to open fire together. Do you want to eat boiled or fried?

Yang Jingxing chose to cook it. The food he had eaten in the past two days was a bit greasy, so he didn't want too much. Ten or eight would be enough.

Sitting down again, Xia Xue looked at the time: "Nine twenty-four."

Yang Jingxing was not satisfied yet: "Change the channel and watch it again."

"That's incredible." Liu Miao was too lazy to move: "... to whitewash peace."

Yang Jingxing took the trouble to say: "We must look at the problem dialectically..."

"Sophistry and sophistry!" Liu Miao was really excited: "The shameless and vicious words of the hypocrite ruler!"

Yang Jingxing could only ask Xia Xue: "When will Miao Miao's rebellious period pass?"

Xia Xue smiled and whispered: "My lover is not good enough or warm enough."

Liu Miao immediately became disgusted with her lover, but after a short period of nausea, she realized: "Why aren't you rebellious? I'm so good!"

Xia Xue didn't look good either, and the way she touched Liu Miao's face was doting on her.

The famous composer's ideological realm has improved: "If you are normal, how can you behave properly?"

Liu Miao asked more seriously: "How can He Peiyuan help you celebrate?"

Yang Jingxing rolled his eyes in disbelief: "There's nothing to celebrate about whitewashing peace, the truth is that the alarm bells are always ringing."

Xia Xue is looking forward to it: "When will you go to Pingjing to give a lecture?"

Liu Miao was loyal: "We are preparing rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes."

Yang Jingxing remembered: "There should be performances. It's best to go to the cafeteria before you graduate. Eat at Renmin University. There are more opportunities at Peking University."

Xia Xue modestly said: "Go to my place first..."

Liu Miao pinched her lover's waist: "Fight with me? Fight!"

Xia Xue couldn't help but giggle, but she was able to regain her appearance as a college student as soon as Liu Chiwei came over.

Liu Chiwei's target is Yang Jingxing: "Put everything cooked and fried into a bag and take it back..."

Yang Jingxing quickly stopped him. He had to leave early the day after tomorrow and wouldn't have dinner at home tomorrow. It was better to leave the good things to Liu Miao and Xia Xue. Moreover, this was not a long-term solution. It would be best for his aunt to impart the skills selflessly.

Wu Heyu taught him enthusiastically. For the boiled meatballs, the raw materials are fish, pork belly and beef 1:2:2. Of course, you have to pay attention to the selection and preparation of ingredients. Use the back of a knife to chop the fish into puree. Cut the pork belly and beef into cubes first and soak them with onions and ginger.

After the water is filtered, drained and then chopped to what extent...

Yang Jingxing gave up on learning the easy secret. The news replay had started and both girls were sitting upright.

Liu Chiwei smiled and asked: "You have never been on TV even once?"

Yang Jingxing said honestly: "There is a small documentary that showed his face for a few seconds, but there is no news like this."

Liu Miao felt nauseated just thinking about it: "It was all fake and empty just once."

"Refuse to do an interview..." Liu Chiwei was actually a little worried: "Do you think you don't give me face? It's hard to offend reporters."

Yang Jingxing said: "If you are a relatively famous reporter or columnist, you still have to give him face and try not to offend anyone."

Liu Chiwei nodded understandingly and then assumed: "What should we do if the leader arranges it?"

Yang Jingxing thought simply: "The leaders I don't dare to offend generally won't make such arrangements. The people who are cooperating behind the scenes are fine."

Liu Chiwei was funny: "Some people try every means to become famous. An old comrade from the Women's Federation was defrauded of 50,000 to 60,000 yuan. He is listed in the United Nations Who's Who!"

Liu Miao really hated it: "How can such an IQ survive?"

Liu Chiwei emphasized: "And he is a smart person, and he has a sophisticated way of dealing with people and officialdom."

Liu Miao was disdainful: "That's not smart, it's bad!"

Yang Jingxing reminded: "Journalists must speak responsibly... Come, let us listen to your revelation. Which part is fake news?"

Liu Miao looked at the TV and directly revealed the content behind: "You."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "First of all, I'm not a famous composer. Not many people know this name, right? And look at how those people who came to the United States listened to the Little Bourgeois concert. Why don't they care about the poor people in the country? Besides, it's useless.

To report a foreign concert at such a long length is still very foreign-oriented, right?”

Look at Xia Xue’s smile, Liu

Miao was more cautious and thought for a moment before deciding: "Yes."

Yang Jingxing hasn't finished speaking yet: "In general, reporting on such a concert has no news value or social impact, right? It's just to whitewash it, right?"

Liu Miao was very satisfied, and Canlan strongly affirmed: "It's very, very right!"

"So I know how to find faults in the simplest way..." Yang Jingxing stood up first to take the big bowl brought by Wu Heyu. The bowl was full of dry goods as if to entertain the hungry. It was also paired with spinach, shrimp and even poached eggs. Yang Jingxing could also

Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha: "Hurry up and get the bowl and give some to you."

Wu Heyu saw through it and said: "There are still some of theirs in the pot, so just sit here and eat, and bring it over to order."

Yang Jingxing stopped acting: "Then I'm welcome."

The two girls went to the kitchen by themselves, and Liu Chiwei turned around and brought some good wine. He stopped drinking the wine, and Yang Jingxing was even more surprised by the shredded bamboo shoots and pickled cucumbers that the girl brought.

Liu Chiwei didn't mind that the young people looked ugly when eating. What he lamented was the news: "It's really cold, and the breath can freeze into ice."

Yang Jingxing couldn't hold his mouth shut: "Does this make sense?"

Liu Miao didn't really appreciate it either: "The main melody."

Yang Jingxing simply said: "Does the main melody have any meaning?"

Liu Miao didn't even want to argue with the people on Xinwen Network: "Eat yours."

Yang Jingxing picked up the meatballs with chopsticks as evidence: "I live such a happy life, so I have to find ways to promote more successful experiences."

Liu Miao went to watch TV.

Wu Heyu was looking forward to it: "It's almost here. I saw the names of four reporters before."

Yang Jingxing talked about his little understanding from Liu Miao's professional perspective. In fact, it takes a lot of manpower to produce such a piece of content, but the reporters don't have a big background, and these foreign journalists, including most of the reporters on camera, are actually

They are unknown, their work is relatively hard and their life is not moist...

"Okay." Liu Miao stopped in advance and smiled at Xia Xue: "Let's look at it with a critical eye."

Wu Heyu still sighed a little: "I have watched you grow up since kindergarten!"

Yang Jingxing actually expressed understanding: "I think they are the same. It seems that they were climbing on the table tennis table in the old yard of the tax bureau yesterday, and they will graduate from college tomorrow."

Before the two girls could express their opinions, the TV broadcast had already begun: "During the Chinese New Year, various celebrations are held around the world..."

They all watched carefully. Only Yang Jingxing was still stuffing meatballs into his mouth and even picking up a bowl to drink soup. However, it was not that he didn't pay attention. When Dvořák was read on TV, he saw this guy lift his butt twice.

He duck-stepped and squatted in front of the TV, posing as if taking a registration photo: "The famous composer Yang Jingxing..." The voice was synchronized with the TV, but his cheeks were still bulging.

The elders were the first to laugh. Wu Heyu seemed to have never seen such a funny person. The two female college students didn't like this kind of sensationalism, so they didn't laugh so heartily. Liu Miao even smashed an orange at the composer.

Liu Chiwei was also curious: "Are American concert tickets expensive?"

Yang Jingxing estimated: "It shouldn't be expensive. A ticket like this is only fifty or sixty dollars."

It’s very cheap, and the money they earn is US dollars. So how much can these Chinese people get from one trip?

The details of the contract between the two orchestras are commercial secrets, but Yang Jingxing knew that the contract given to the National Orchestra of New Zealand for the premiere was US$26,000. Although the National Orchestra in China does not receive a few serious concerts a year

For a commercial performance contract, if luck comes, the quoted price is 68,000 US dollars, but 26,000 US dollars is not a flattering figure, so it is better to just talk about art. But that 26,000 US dollars cannot be just ten

Several people have divided it up, but the performers can still only earn some holiday overtime pay, business trip allowance and performance bonus according to regulations. In other words, they can get an extra four to five thousand on their salary slips this month, so it is still quite dedicated.

Speaking of money, although the New York Philharmonic likes to strive for box office, ticket sales only account for less than 30% of their income, so they do not think too much about the cost of a single performance. However, in this regard, New York Philharmonic may still envy its partners.

Because the Puhai Chinese Orchestra doesn't care about revenue at all.

Speaking of financial allocations, Yang Jingxing first spoke for Liu Miao: "Do you feel that the money the state has to support these people is better spent on poverty alleviation?"

Liu Miao threw orange peels instead: "I am rebellious, not stupid!"

As far as Yang Jingxing knows, the working income of the musicians of the Puhai Chinese Orchestra is actually not high. It is about the same as Puhai civil servants, and there is still a big gap between them and their American counterparts.

Wu Heyu encouraged Xia Xue that it would be best to go abroad for development in the future, but Xia Xue was ready to find a job. Wu Heyu believed that Xia Xue, a graduate student, would definitely be admitted, but she was also afraid of what might happen.

Then I asked Yang Jingxing again: "Can you think of a way?"

Yang Jingxing was even more confident: "The exams are up to them. If Miaomiao had not been admitted to the National People's University and chosen her major, there would not be such a high awareness of journalists now. Studying for the exam is her own gain."

Liu Miao appreciated the orange peel again.

Yang Jingxing cleaned up the big bowl, and Liu Miao peeled the oranges into three large pieces. There were only a few minutes of news left, so it was time to go home.

Before she went out after changing her shoes, Liu Miao suddenly grabbed Xia Xue's arms and held them up as if escorting her, and then ordered Yang Jingxing: "Carry her, your feet hurt."

Of course Xia Xue resisted, and her parents also criticized their daughter for going to college in vain.
To be continued...