All-round mathematician

This Monday, a lot of things happened in Wuzhou Middle School, but for the world music community, even bigger things happened.

Li Yunfei has already answered many calls in the morning, asking about his health and the reason of the incident.

There are also several famous foreign experts who heard a little bit of rumors and inquired about the follow-up incidents.

Li Yunfei hinted that the sigh of the gods was picked up by a boy in my Huaxia, and was recognized by the world, but no one was found, and likewise, there was no evidence.

"Didn't any of the real-name viewers you contacted overnight use a mobile phone to shoot?" Li Yunfei actually knew very well in his heart that the chances were very low.

His fans are not flamboyant, and there is another problem.

When Shengguang Yongzhao plays, no one will care about the mobile phone, but will only indulge in the auditory feast.

"Yes, some viewers have been contacted, but not yet."

The economic man was also flustered, and only then did he realize that if the gods stopped sighing, it would be a good hype topic.

"Forget it, let's finish the matter in front of us first, and do our best. Is the interview room ready?" Li Yunfei asked again.

"There is a small conference room in the hotel, and I have arranged for the media to enter."

The two went downstairs. There were already more than a dozen media people in the conference room, sitting on both sides of the wall, and the tables and chairs in the middle were empty.

In the center seat directly in front, there is a main seat, two steps away, three sofas are placed on each side, and there is a coffee table in front.

Li Yunfei said hello to the major media, and sat down at the main seat. The four anchors put on their earphones and occupied the rest of the seats.

Li Yunfei asked the video website to broadcast live, and at the same time, complete the interview in the form of an interview.

The anchors are two men and two women, with capable faces, they are the heads of all major media.

Wuzhou's set, taking advantage of the place, also participated in this interview, and the leader was the popular host of the set, Pan Ying.

Pan Yingte was excited to be on the same screen with a group of great talents. The pianist in front of him ignored all the interviews with David TV.

At his level, there is no need for hype to gain fame. He is the face of the world and the Chinese music scene.

"Camera ready."

"Light ready."

"Test call."

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The cameras were placed in place, the director waved his arm, and the four cameras started simultaneously.

"Hi everyone, I'm Li Yunfei." Li Yunfei smiled gracefully.

"I'm Wang Junhua, anchor of iQite."

Portal websites only have satellite TV in their eyes, and disdain local TV stations.Wang Junhua is young and quite arrogant.

"Hi everyone, I'm Yuan Zheyi from Shanghai Entertainment Channel."

The Modu Channel has a geographical advantage and has close contacts with stars of all levels.Came to Wuzhou overnight from Shanghai, the female reporter Yuan Zheyi had dark circles under her eyes, and she wore heavy makeup to cover them up.

"Hi everyone, I'm Bald Fei from Jiangdong Satellite TV." Bald Fei used to be a news outlet, but now he's turned to entertainment. He is a household name in Jiangdong Province.

He was also in a bad mood. After recording the show with fourteen female guests, the groping like the vegetable market gave people a headache.

It is also necessary to take care of each female guest to help smooth the field when they fall off the ground.

No wonder the brothers say that the business in Dongguan City is much worse.

He ran from Nanzhou to Wuzhou at night, and he was full of anger.

"I'm Pan Ying, the host of Wuzhou Set." Pan Ying's voice was the lowest, and her status was also low.

At the same time, the live streaming of iQite is started.

The people who eat melons will only comment on the two female anchors, from a strand of hair to an eyelash, to vent their negative emotions.

"Yuan Zheyi has an Internet celebrity face, and that makeup is too much to paint the walls."

"I've never heard of that Pan Ying, she must be in her late forties, and still looks like a girl."

Rotten girl from different angles, screaming, drooling, kneeling and licking the screen

"My cloud is flying."

"Honey, it's finally here."

Aiqite supervision, knowing that the people who eat melons have no integrity and bottom line, closed the barrage, can only watch but not talk.

Unless a comment is sent at the bottom of the video screen, the comment below will be delayed for 10 minutes, waiting for the review of the regulatory text.

So the comments are all hello, me, hello, everyone.

Back at the scene, the young and energetic Wang Junhua was the first to ask: "Mr. Li Yunfei, is there anything you can tell the audience about what happened last night?"

The manager in the audience was furious, did this guy think he was a policeman?This attitude is obviously full of enthusiasm, and I think it is hype.

Li Yunfei smiled kindly, and said: "Thank you for your concern. I held this live interview to talk about this matter with the audience. Clarify it and make an appeal."

"I also received the news, is it because someone set the fire on purpose?" Wang Junhua took the topic in another direction, allowing the audience to guess into the abyss.

This is a common skill of media people, exaggerated.

"The news I received seems to be different from that of Mr. Wang. It seems that the piano spontaneously ignited." The bald head said bluntly.

"I heard that someone else was injured? The fire engines are on the scene." Yuan Zheyi said.

Pan Ying yelled at some people for having no bottom line. She was in Wuzhou, and she knew the cause and effect. She said, "It's nothing serious. The piano caught fire. It was solved by the on-site personnel, and no one was injured."

Li Yunfei was gloomy, and none of them understood the real reason why he started the interview. He waved his hand and said, "Let me declare first that this is not an accident, this is a normal phenomenon, and I will explain later."

"I called a few people here. I didn't want to care about the accident, nor did I want to hype. I just wanted to find someone. Do you understand? If you are angry, everyone can go off and take a rest first."

Li Yunfei's attitude that he would come at any time made the four media people restrained a little. This is a live broadcast, so many eyes are watching.

"Mr. Li Yunfei, we are from different places, the news must be wrong, please tell the story again."

The oldest and oldest bald man with a correct attitude.The remaining three people followed suit.

"There is an old saying that swords have spirits, and gods destroy themselves. Have you heard it?" Li Yunfei said.

"This is an ancient legend in China, and no one knows the truth."

"Whether the fetish is self-destructive or self-obscuring, first of all it cannot be discovered by people. Therefore, this is a dead end, and it cannot be proved that it is a fetish."

"Well, now I tell you, it's true, the piano self-destructed."

"Impossible." Yuan Zheyi shouted first.

"I've never heard of such a thing." The bald head said

"Mr. Li, you have to understand that this is a live broadcast, and you are responsible for what you say. You are promoting... um, you have to understand?" Wang Junhua was very sharp, this is not an adventure show.

"We all know that there is a fire. Mr. Li means that the fire of the piano spontaneously ignites. It is not man-made, because it is some kind of strange physical phenomenon, right." Bald Fei's words are more fair and impartial.

"Everyone, I've also heard that the piano spontaneously ignited. A friend of mine attended Mr. Li's concert and told me about the cause and effect." Pan Ying spoke for the first time, and finally she was no longer a shadow.

Li Yunfei said eagerly: "Miss Pan, did your friend take a video?"

"She just said that she has gained knowledge. After all, the piano is different from other musical instruments. My friend who plays the violin said that he will start learning the piano today." Pan Ying said.

Li Yunfei understood that her friend was amazed.

"The complete Genesis trilogy is a kind of spiritual baptism, your friend is quite lucky."

"Yes, I played piano music with me several times today, so what."

The two were talking about inexplicable topics, Wang Junhua was not happy, and said: "Mr. Li, we are talking about a piano accident. You are not doing well."

Seeing his bewildered appearance, Li Yunfei felt sad for him, his vision was too low, his cultural accomplishment was too poor, and he didn't even know the prestige of Genesis.

"Here, let me popularize science first. Genesis is the third volume, which is a pity for the world music industry. Music has no national boundaries, and anyone can hear the author's thoughts."

"And Genesis is the history of the rise of the human race. All human beings must resonate."

Li Yunfei's voice was loud, and the entire studio was filled with the power of his words.

"Here, let me say aloud, the glory of Yongzhao was played perfectly by my Chinese people, and the gods no longer sigh. It is perfect, and it is detached. That gentleman interpreted the suffering of the human race and the elegy of heroes from another angle. "

The four of them looked at each other, how did they feel that they were at the MLM site?

Li Yunfei sighed, and said: "Forget it, some people will not understand. My purpose is to tell everyone that the piano is self-destructive, because in the end, it feels a kind of shame when I touch it, you know, even if it is me, It still has to fight, that piano has been with me for six full years, six full years."

Thinking of this, Li Yunfei is extremely complicated, every tuning, every playing is all about himself, and now, the most precious thing has been taken away by someone.

"Compared to playing Genesis, I think it's worth it, because it brings people the greatest performance in a century. If you can't find that person, this is the swan song of heaven and earth."

The older bald Fei, seeing that Li Yunfei was not in the right mood, gave the director a wink.

The live broadcast screen is dark...