"History is the wound left on the skin of the world by the passing of time."
"Wounds will rot and worms will grow, and the process and speed will develop to a more disturbing degree. Even ordinary people who are lucky enough to have never seen it can feel the various senses of dissonance in the memory events of their lives, and for the infected,
For those suspected of being infected, necessary destruction is the only option, including ours.”
"All we can buy is time."
"Attachment 1: List of the tenth batch of "potential artists"; Attachment 2: List of the twenty-first batch of "cleansing""
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In an inconspicuous corridor of the gorgeous hall, Inspector Lassus, who was thin and had long dry hair, read Mr. Wax's correspondence word by word.
"Haha, I remember that I was promoted in the second batch, and now I am in the tenth batch in the blink of an eye."
He let out a low sigh.
"Fortunately, you are on the list of 'Potential Artists' and not the one at the back. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't be able to sigh, which is a mixture of vicissitudes and sighs on the surface, but actually shows a slight sense of superiority and gain."
Owen responded coldly.
He stood upright against the wall, like a sculpture.
In front of us is the outer main corridor of the symphony hall of Turner Art Hall. The fragrance of flowers and plants is rich and soft. Gentlemen in luxurious suits wearing straight ties, and ladies in various evening dresses with silk ribbons dangling on their wrists.
, they all stopped to watch or chatted quietly in pairs.
From time to time, enthusiastic, polite and restrained laughter could be heard from the crowd.
The weather is as unfavorable as ever, and it is still drizzling outside at the moment, but the situation in the art hall tonight should be the most popular in recent years.
"If your mentality has not been adjusted properly, I can help you round up the number of tickets that will be reimbursed this time."
Lassius didn't pay attention to the other party's cynicism, and responded even more teasingly.
Neither the cultural industry nor art supervision is his main business. The person who comes here today is just a distinguished listener.
"Stop your face that has nothing to do with yourself."
Owen looked at the people coming and going in front of him with stern eyes.
"This Fan Ning dares to ask the Special Patrol Office to pay for it. He may be the first one. I want to see if he can still be so tough when the time comes to 'interview' him."
Irving never imagined that many Special Patrol Office supervisors, including himself and Lasus, would buy 17 tickets for this "return concert"!
Even though this is a "work ticket", you can just ask your subordinates to fill out the reimbursement form and go through the process.
But this series of operations still gave Owen a magical feeling.
How dare this guy Fan Ning cancel all the more than 200 internal tickets?
Mr. Pogorelich has to stand and listen when he comes, right?
"In order to expand the influence and let more people in the society who want to hear but not listen, the customary element of 'favor' has been canceled. After all, regulars like us will not shout 'bravo' at the top of our lungs." Lacus paced.
Bu read the messages posted on the wall, "Interesting, I heard that he also launched a 'World Music Radio'. No matter which theater you listen to, you only need to pay 1 penny for this broadcast."
"It's just radio communication. If that thing could become a true 'world radio', this would not be the way to fight the war in the Western Continent now." Irving felt a little funny about this series of tricks, "Rebroadcasting one link after another,
Leaving aside the delay, what will the final sound quality be like? Oh, you can probably hear that the music has already started."
Dang——dang——
The bell rang seven times in a row, marking the last hour of countdown to the official opening of the concert.
"Mr. Fanning is out!"
A voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the outer corridor.
"Over there, over there!"
"It's really him, he's really back."
"There are quite a few people accompanying us."
"It seems that he has met with some insiders in advance. If he can participate in this, it will be a real upper-class discussion!"
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The direction of everyone's gaze was like wheat blown by the wind, all falling in one direction.
Fan Ning, who was wearing a slender tuxedo, white gloves, a top hat and a lavender enamel cane, walked toward the front of the corridor surrounded by people.
The one closest to him was Sheeran, who had taken off his business attire and put on a girly white evening dress.
In addition, he was accompanied by many theater executives and VIPs: music director Bruno Walter; Capron’s widow, Olga, deputy director of administration; Kimberly Congreve, deputy director of marketing, investment and operations; railway tycoon Adai
The young master of the Er family, Lu, deputy director of channels and government relations; Claude, deputy director of art museums and auctions; Marais, deputy director of stage design, sound and lighting; piano master Lee Viadlin, mentor of the Guidance School; Bologna School
Mentors, Frances, Speaker of the House of Lords, John Christopher, Bishop of Holy Sun Church
Click——click——
The reporters occupied various vantage points with great acumen, and the shutters sounded one after another.
Inspector Lassus, who was in charge of different areas, smiled inexplicably at this time and retreated into the shadows, just like an "ordinary" distinguished guest watching the performance.
Irving met Fanning's eyes from afar.
He saw the impeccable elegant smile on the other person's face.
Fanning took off his gloves.
Under the spotlight, Irving also smiled.
Click——click——
Under the flashlight, the two people's hands were clasped together.
"Commander Fan Ning, long time no see, I miss you so much." Owen smiled.
"I also say hello to He Meng and Gang." Fan Ning said with a smile.
"Thank you." Owen's expression did not change.
"I heard that Sir Owen had been ill for a while?"
"I got a little injured accidentally."
"Oh, personal safety comes first when you go out." Fan Ning reminded solemnly.
"The same goes for you, you have to pay attention to personal safety. Speaking of which, Commander Fan Ning, the team you lead is really good." Owen praised.
"I can't do without your preference and support." Fan Ning smiled again.
preference?
"We support all art groups impartially, but there are always a minority of people at the helm of careers like you." Owen also smiled again, "No, it should be said to be an exception, what do you think?"
Case?
Amidst the sound of the camera shutter, the guests laughed in a friendly and atmospheric manner in response to the friendly conversation between the two.
"Miss Sheeran and Miss Roy brought more, you know." Fan Ning laughed again, "On the eve of the premiere of 'Resurrection' two years ago, I had some personal accidents that led to my default and resignation.
I've been traveling around for a long time. You should have refunded the audience's tickets and hotel fees at that time, right? If you haven't refunded the money, interest will be calculated now." His last words were asked to the colleagues around him.
The onlookers' "hahaha" atmosphere became even louder.
"So, is it the kind of 'secret cult' or 'pollution' that the outside world spreads?" Owen laughed and then asked with concern.
The frequency of the camera flashes surrounding it is a bit denser.
"I can't say for sure." Fan Ning frowned. "At least for the time being, it is certain that it was set up by some 'careerists' or 'dangerous elements'."
In the speeches of both parties, the stress of some specific words seemed to be highlighted.
"Ambitionists and dangerous elements are the common enemies of the empire." Owen said seriously.
Under the spotlight, the two people's expressions suddenly became tense.
But this process only lasted a few tenths of a second before the warm smile bloomed again.
Fan Ning slowly put on his gloves again and made a "please" gesture:
"Let's go see our old friend first, Mr. Gilbert Capron?"