As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 96 The second round of liquidation, rectifying the folk music circle

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The police hadn't arrived yet, but the ambulance came first.

When Wei Yongcheng was finally carried on a stretcher, his whole body had been beaten into a pig's head.

The parents of this group of students also knew better. They targeted areas with lots of flesh. The upper and lower faces were swollen.

After the police arrived, the brother-in-law started again, clamoring to arrest all the attackers: "You are the cause of trouble. I tell you, if you dare to beat my brother-in-law, none of you will be able to escape today."

At this time, a policeman went to the ambulance to inquire about the situation and came back. He glanced at his brother-in-law and then said to his companion: "The doctor said that the injury is not considered minor for the time being."

"What? What the hell?" When the brother-in-law heard this, he immediately became anxious: "My brother-in-law was beaten like that. Even if my sister is here, she can't recognize her. Isn't that enough to judge her as a minor injury?"

puff!

As soon as the questioning policeman said this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, "There are some experts among these parents, and they know the severity of the attack, so it just looks miserable, but in fact it is not enough to judge the standard."

Minor injuries or less are generally handled as civil disputes. Even if all these people are taken back, it is estimated that the law will not be held accountable and the result will be education.

The two policemen looked at Wei Yongcheng, who was moaning in pain on the stretcher, and sympathized with him for a second. Their plan was in vain.

But who asked him to hold a training class to deceive people? He deserves it.

After the police completed their usual questioning, they copied down a few phone numbers and left.

As soon as the police left, the brother-in-law did not dare to stay here any longer and followed the ambulance away from the scene.

"Hahaha, I'm so relieved that this old turtle cheated us of our registration fee."

"Chen Pipi's father is still very good. He is indeed a lawyer and knows how to start."

"It's really an advantage for him, but even if he is hospitalized, he still has to refund his tuition fees."

"It's okay. If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Tomorrow we will organize a group of people to go to the hospital to ask for money."

The farce in the training class ended with Wei Yongcheng being sent to the hospital.

But after today, it will not be so easy for Wei Yongcheng and his training class to recruit students.

The photo of Wei Yongcheng being carried on a stretcher that day was quickly posted online.

"Hahaha, isn't this Vice President Wei, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association? Why has he turned into a mummy? I almost didn't recognize him."

"Yeah, the folk music circle was ruined by people like them. Now that we've ended up like this, we've brought it upon ourselves."

"The chaos in the folk music circle needs to be rectified, otherwise our traditional Chinese folk music will sooner or later turn into a joke."

"We still have to have weekends. If he hadn't broken this balance, the folk music circle would probably have continued to suffer."

"Indeed, if it weren't for the weekend, we really wouldn't be able to see this great show."

When netizens saw Wei Yongcheng's fate, not only did they not have any sympathy, but they were gloating about his misfortune.

But when they think about how people like Wei Yongcheng have turned the folk music circle into such a mess, netizens cannot sympathize.

at the same time.

When Ding Chuan saw Wei Yongcheng's photo, he felt a bit sad.

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone again and dialed. After a while, the call was connected.

"Chu Liu, I've already reserved a seat for the evening...Okay, I'll be waiting for you then. By the way, I also brought you some souvenirs."

Ding Chuan breathed a sigh of relief after getting a positive answer on the phone.

……

eight pm.

Ding Chuan waited at the door of a private restaurant in Puhai for more than half an hour before he saw a black official car driving over.

Before the car was stable, Ding Chuan rushed up to help open the door, and a middle-aged man with a big belly got out of the car.

"Old Ding, what are you doing to be so outspoken?"

Liu Chu patted Ding Chuan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"What did Liu Chu say... let's go in~"

Ding Chuan greeted him with a smile and came out with full sincerity in asking for help.

The two of them chatted at the door for a while, then entered the private room accompanied by the waiter.

The decoration inside was very elegant, and one look at it showed that Ding Chuan had spent a lot of money this time, and Liu Chu's smile became happier.

After the two parties sat down and ordered the dishes, as soon as the waiter left, Ding Chuan anxiously took out an inconspicuous packaging bag.

"Liu Chu, these are some local specialties I brought from my hometown. You can see what you like. If you like it, I'll have it put in the car for you."

When Ding Chuan pushed the packaging bag over, he deliberately made a small opening so that Liu Chu could see what was inside.

Liu Chu glanced at the packaging bag casually, smiled and reached out to pat Ding Chuan on the back of his hand and said: "Old Ding, what should I tell you to order? It's just a gathering of old friends, so why are you bringing souvenirs?" Woolen cloth."

When Ding Chuan heard the song, he took out his hand in an elegant manner and said with a smile: "Last time you said you like to eat mushrooms from our hometown. Someone just gave me some this time. I also borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."

The two looked at each other and smiled. When the waiter came in, the packaging bag had already been put away.

After three rounds of drinking, Ding Chuan saw that Liu Chu was happy with his drink and started to talk about business. "Liu Chu, do you think the matter I mentioned to you last time is easy to handle?"

In Ding Chuan's view, the most troublesome thing about the music festival is the public opinion from the outside world.

As long as those voices of condemnation on the Internet stop and we find ways to digest the contradictions internally, everything will be easy to talk about.

Even if you will inevitably be punished, no matter how big or small you are, you can always find a room for change.

Therefore, the first person Ding Chuan found was Director Liu of the Propaganda Department. If he could nod and suppress the voice on the Internet, the problem would be fundamentally solved.

"This matter of yours may be easy to handle, or difficult to handle..." Liu Chu spoke in official terms with an air of air.

"I understand, so didn't I find you, Liu Chu..."

Ding Chuan was smiling, but he was scolding his mother in his heart, and the bastard was ready to open his mouth again.

But now that he had found Liu Chu, he was already prepared to be stabbed, and stuffed something into the bag at his feet.

Ding Chuan did all this in front of Liu Chujian. When Liu Chujian was about to speak, the door of the private room was suddenly knocked open.

"Liu Chu, the ministry just called..."

The secretary glanced at Ding Chuan, then quickly walked over and whispered something in Liu Chu's ear.

After Liu Chu heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

"Come on, let's go back first."

Liu Chu stood up from his chair in a panic, not even leaving the packaging bag at his feet.

Ding Chuan was such a smart man. He could tell at a glance that Liu Chu had not forgotten, but did not dare to take his own things.

It seems that this matter may have something to do with me.

"Liu Chu, why did you forget to take your things?"

Ding Chuan hurriedly chased after him, stuffed the things into the back seat before Liu Chu and the others drove, and then said: "Liu Chu, let me just say one thing... just one sentence, did something happen?"

Liu Chu looked at the things on the back seat and said unbearably: "Old Ding, what do you want me to say about you? It's not good for you to offend anyone. Why would you offend a foreigner who works in the media?"

After saying this, Liu Chu waved his hand and asked his secretary to drive, leaving Ding Chuan on the spot.

foreigner?

Ding Chuan suddenly came to his senses and remembered the angry look of Ilte, the music critic of Gramophone on the day of the music festival.

He quickly started making calls one by one, and after looking around for people, he finally understood what was going on.

It turns out that not long ago, Ilte, a columnist and music critic for Gramophone magazine, published an article in Gramophone.

In the article, Ilte can be said to be extremely capable of praise, using all the words of praise he could think of on "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix" and Weekend.

“It was like life was jumping in every note.”

"It makes you feel small after listening to it," you name it.

In Yilt's article, "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix" and "Weekend" were infinitely elevated to a state where they should be worshiped by audiences around the world.

The more he praises him at the beginning, the more he criticizes the shady phenomenon of music festivals at the end of the article.

“A music festival that doesn’t deserve a piece like this…”

"Why does China in the East have works and performers that should be envied by audiences all over the world, but don't know how to cherish it..."

All in all, Ilte scolded the judges of the music festival in his article.

Now, this article has triggered a very heated discussion on foreign classical music forums.

No wonder Liu Chu, after listening to it, left without even intending to collect the things. He could delete the domestic voices, but he could not cover the mouths of foreigners.

As soon as Ilte's article was published, Ding Chuan's ending was already doomed.

The shame was thrown abroad, and the nature of the matter changed.

In fact, as Liu Chu expected, Puhai Publicity and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles jointly issued statements one after another the next day.

"Regarding the recent public reaction and some chaos in the Chinese Traditional Folk Music Association, our company has carefully studied and decided to carry out a series of rectifications and rectifications for the Folk Music Association..."

As soon as the announcement was issued, it immediately aroused heated discussions among netizens
"Is it finally time to start rectifying it? I hope it's not too late to make up for it before it's too late!"

"Has there been any public reaction recently? Are you kidding me? I remember that a few years ago, some people started to react to some strange phenomena in the folk music circle, but no one took care of it. Why are they suddenly acting so fast now!"

"What else could be the reason? Foreign monks like to chant sutras..."

"Be cautious in your words and act carefully!"

"Anyway, it's a good thing to start making corrections, isn't it?"

"Yes, support is enough. I just want to see what Ding Xiaochuan will do if he can shamelessly award the award."

Soon, amid the outcry from netizens, the official Weibo of the Folk Music Association announced Ding Chuan’s dismissal.

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