musicians of old

Chapter 761 "Happy Holidays"

The second person whose name was called, Ms. Beche, is the editor-in-chief of the Kell Isom Review, a new music critic group that has emerged in Theolienshire.

"Da da. da da"

The sound of leather shoes tapped the ground, and other policemen walked towards her.

Compared to the first Don Yetus, there was one less person, and only two people carried him away.

The person who took out the notebook to record the events was another unprepossessing male companion who had been sitting next to Ms. Becher.

"Mrs. Isaiah Pschol." The name was read out again in the voice tube.

Mrs. Pschol came from a well-known family of sheet music publishers in Theolaine.

"Mr. Lorraine Chapman."

"Mr. Serov Meiernig."

"Father Peter Bartholomew."

Mr. La spoke in a low and slow voice, occasionally looking up.

These few people.
Director of Sales for Hoffman Records, the leading organization of the Recording Industry Association;

The designer and creator of many famous theaters, Janus is a famous architectural acoustics expert;

and one of the local directors of the Turner Arts Theatre Line, a tenured professor from Puntoa Seminary and a parish priest.

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground could be heard from all directions.

One by one, well-known figures in society were taken away from the scene in full view of the public.

The air in the square was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out.

"Prince Tervan Rudnev."

After Mr. Wax finished reading the name, he made another "click" sound and continued to turn the pages.

The Duke of the Empire who sold him the famous violin "Sol Ruby" is also on the list! ?

Fanning's brows were knitted together, but of course, his expression was no different from that of most people in the square.

Although he did not have much friendship with Duke Rudnev, the transaction of the famous piano also followed the rules of art transactions and was not burdened by human relations.
But looking at it this way, there are far more people related to me than I imagined.

Not to mention editor-in-chief Don Yetus, not to mention Hoffman Records. Even Mrs. Pushor was the first co-publisher I had negotiated with when I tried to publish piano music before graduation.

At this last moment, Fanning was not afraid of being "involved" or anything like that, but having too many connections was never a good thing.

It is conceivable that at least a certain proportion may be related to "worm science".

Maybe I'm worrying too much?

I don't have a wider connection with them. After all, the circles of upper-class people always overlap. In addition to myself, the people around me have also had more or less interactions with them.

Is it hidden pollution?
How big a factor is pollution?
When the Special Patrol Office read out the list, they actually used a respectful title and did not give any reason.

"Mr. Pelagia Olbridge."

This person was a sculptor of the "San Pereuloch Secession".

"Mr. Achilles von Malevich."

"Degas Cabanel."

There are also a few people from the art world.

The searchlight-like light became stronger and stronger, the atmosphere became extremely depressing, and everyone's face was pale.

Gradually, the breathing of the people in the square seemed to be deaf ears.

The reactions of those whose names were called varied.

Most of them turned pale and almost collapsed all over, and were carried away from the square by the police.

Some of them fainted during the process and even suffered from incontinence.

However, there are also some who appear indifferent, as if they had known this earlier.

For example, the old gentleman in a tuxedo who stood up just now, took off his hearing aid slowly and threw it on the ground before the police approached him.

There were also those who were emotional and loudly protested.

"Professor von Kirstedt."

"Count Papadopoulos of Cordova."

"Sir Lorenzo Canova-Masaccio."

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The list was far longer than Fanning had ever seen before.

At that time, Fanning landed on the "Vanessa" and met with the Special Patrol Office at the port of Pontua. He returned the mad Junker Chief Inspector, and used this to give the authorities a hard time. After that, the other party began to share the "purge" list with him.

Real-time notification, the threat is self-evident.

However, Fanning remembered that there were only about 20 to 30 people on the list each time.

But this time, the number of people called out was far greater than before.

Moreover, since most of these people's seats were located in the front and center, some clearly visible spaces gradually appeared in the front of the square that was originally crowded with people.

There are more and more vacancies.

Mr. Wax read slowly, and seemed to be getting slower and slower.

It doesn’t seem like it, it’s just a pure tormenting experience.

At some point, the sound stopped.

Some people looked relieved, while others took out handkerchiefs to wipe their foreheads.

Then I saw Mr. Wax reach out and twist the rubber wire of the pickup electrode microphone in front.

Then change the direction, from top to bottom, and take a few shots. It's just a temporary interruption of the communication.

He just wanted to adjust the sound effects.

“Plop.” “Plop.” “Plop.”

From the microphone, the low and rough clapping sounds continued to echo over the square.

The man fiddled with it slowly and made adjustments for a while.

"Baron Leonore Moreau."

The voice like a death warrant sounded again.

After finishing reading, he paused for several seconds.

This time it was because the name happened to come up again.

"Click."

Mr. Wax turned over another page, which took him a lot of time.

The material of this manuscript seems to be very hard and heavy, and the size is also relatively large, so it is impossible to turn it quickly.

"Professor Yolanda Del Eschweiler."

"Prince Ascanio de Montfort."

"General Philome Alvara."

The sound continued.

"Pah, pah. pah."

Suddenly, someone in the audience applauded.

Everyone looked at him.

A middle-aged man with a beard, his shirt collar stuck to his neck and his head covered with beads of sweat.

He did reach out and pat it just now.

He indeed took the photo.

The sound is very abrupt.

Now being stared at by everyone, he shuddered a little unnaturally, but stood up the next moment.

"Snap. Snap. Snap."

He gritted his teeth and insisted on continuing to clapping as if he had made up his mind.

"Mr. Edmundo Adlerhof." Mr. Wax paused and read again.

A policeman walked towards the people clapping.

Amid solitary applause along the way, people saw the police officers pulling out handcuffs and shorthand books.

The man was still clapping his hands, and his arms began to tremble, with drops of sweat dripping down his temples.

The police's leather shoes clattered.

The handcuffs stretched out and walked in front of the man.

Then continue to take a step forward.

The other person sitting next to this person was picked up.

not him.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The bearded gentleman seemed to be encouraged by something and clapped even harder.

"Hualala" "Hualala"

As if infected by the atmosphere.

It was as if the suffocating tape wrapped around everyone's mouths and noses had been used by this person to find a breakthrough through which they could breathe.

“Crash!!!!”

More and more citizens began to applaud.

Mr. La picked up the cup of water on the table and took a sip.

He continued reading.

The applause did not stop, and there were signs that it was about to expand.

"boom."

"Bang. Bang."

There seemed to be faint sounds of gunfire in the distance of the square.

It seemed that a very small number of people followed the "simplified procedure" and were directly taken away and shot on the spot.

"Happy holidays! Salute to Mr. Poglieri!"

Suddenly someone roared to the sky and yelled out the first sentence as if to vent his anger.

The name mentioned is the blue signature stamp that appears on all official knowledgeable documents.

"Happy Holidays!! Salute to Mr. Poglierić!!"

"happy holidays!!!"

“Hats off to Mr. Poglierić!!!”

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

More and more people stood up, looked at each other, shouted excitedly, and clapped their hands!