Chapter 175

"Come on, let's not talk about these unhappy things today."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a little heavy, Liu Zixia, the person involved in the whole affair, spoke. He picked up his glass and said, "we're here for dinner. Don't talk about those bad things. Come and drink!"

"Yes, let's say something happy!" Huang Bingkun also said: "drink this glass of wine first. I have something to tell you later."

"Well, there are people to worry about."

"Let's just drink!"

"Xiao Yue, you change the red one."

Lang Wenxing and all of them have come back to their senses. When they eat, they have to be happy and say that they have no worries. The atmosphere of eating is gone.

Five people raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Well, next, the old man will give you something."

Huang Bingkun stood up and went to the table where he put his belongings. He took out five red posts from his bag and handed them to five people

"At 8 p.m. the day after tomorrow, the music association will hold a charity party in Jinghua hotel. This is the invitation."

"The charity party organized by the music association?" Liu Zixia took the invitation and looked at it curiously.

The Chinese Musicians Association is a national and professional group of musicians. Its members include composers, singers, performers and Ci writers

Its status is just like that of writers.

"Yes Huang Bingkun said: "every July and August, our Chinese Music Festival Association organizes a charity party to help hope primary schools across the country and set up music classrooms."

"We've all been there many times."

Meng Changkong shook his hand and said: "every year, many media tycoons and music stars come to the charity party. Even many people outside the circle want to enter the charity party because they want to show their face in front of those tycoons and stars."

"What's the flow of the charity party?" Liu Zixia asked.

"Yes "First it's a charity ball, then a charity dinner, and finally a charity auction," Lin explained

"I can understand the ball and dinner. What's the auction about?" Liu Zixia said curiously, "is it like those auction houses that sell antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and porcelain?"

Liu Zixia is really curious. What can be auctioned?

Huang Bingkun said happily:

"Well, it's hard to say! Every year, the items sold at the charity party are provided by the guests who come to the party.

For example, the old man, the piece I provided this time is the dress I wore when I first sang in the Golden Hall of Vienna. It has no high value in itself. "

Originally, the music association is official, even if it organizes charity auctions, it will not be official.

When the music association just held a charity party, when it came to the charity auction, they all took out some very common things for auction, such as Li Shuanghe's signed photo, Zhang baimin's vinyl record

But up to now, in addition to the musicians of the older generation of the Music Association, more and more people have begun to compare, and the things they get for auction at the auction have gradually become material.

Of course, it's also good to do so. The big guys in the entertainment industry and those superstars and stars, which one is not expensive?

The more expensive things are, the higher the starting price will be, and the more money the party will get!

So the Music Association acquiesced in this matter.

Fortunately, China now has an almost strict regulatory mechanism for charitable organizations and donations from social organizations. For example, Liu Zixia's previous life would have a huge amount of corruption, which is impossible to appear in this world.

"Oh, that's it." Liu Zixia responded, "are we going to auction things?"

"Whatever you want." Huang Bingkun said easygoing: "in fact, up to now, in addition to the final auction, more is to provide musicians with an opportunity to get to know each other and talk with each other."

Huang Bingkun is very open to this. He is willing to do anything that is helpful to musicians.

"Forget it." Lang Wenxing stares at Liu Zixia angrily, "you haven't released any albums, and you haven't won any trophies in music competitions. What can you auction?"

Lang Wenxing's words made everyone in the room laugh.

"Hey... I'm a little grumpy!" Liu Zixia's eyes glared, "who said I have nothing to sell? I sell songs. Can I sell songs? "

"Well, that's a good idea!" Meng Changkong's eyes lit up, "I'll spread the news later. I believe there are many people crying and shouting to buy your song."

"That's settled!" Liu Zixia didn't wait for Lang Wenxing to speak, so he clapped and said, "I don't believe it. No one will buy my song!"

"Ah, Zixia, can't you discuss with my agent?"

Lang Wenxing was almost annoyed by Liu Zixia. How could it be that he sold his songs? Liu Zixia didn't make the money, but he donated it. How much less would he have to earn?

"Well, it's just a song. It's nothing." Liu Zixia shrugged and comforted Lang Wenxing, "come on, let's drink!"

"You son!"

Lang Wenxing stares at Liu Zixia. He really can't help it.

……

The meal lasted for three hours, and the six people had a good talk. Of course, Lang Wenxing was a little depressed.

After calling a driver and driving home, Li Meng and his mother and daughter had already had a rest.

Liu Zixia suddenly remembered that when he was in Yuhang, he promised Li Rui that he would create a theme song for brother Feipao.

Anyway, the words and music of "superhero" are all in my mind. Now I am in the spirit, and I just write out the words and music of the song.

The next day, Liu Zixia told Li Mengyi about going to the charity party. Who knows Li Mengyi even took out an invitation from his bag.

"Mengyi, why do you have an invitation?" Liu Zixia asked strangely, "you are not a member of the music circle. Where did you get the invitation?"

"This is for sister Siqi. She didn't want to attend, so she lost the invitation to me." Li Mengyi explained: "originally I didn't want to go, but since you want to go, I'll go too."

"That's fine." Liu Zixia nodded, "this time I'm going with Yueyue. I'm going to perform with Yueyue at the dance."

"Dad, are you going to take me to sing?" When Yueyue, who is gnawing at a piece of corn, hears his father calling his name, he suddenly becomes energetic.

"Yes Liu Zixia touched Yueyue's cerebellar pouch and said with a smile, "Dad will teach you a new song, OK?"

"New song?" Yueyue blinked her eyes, "can't you do it before?"

"Singing new songs doesn't show that we are all talented!" Liu Zixia stood up and said, "tomorrow, my father will take you to buy a nice dress. In the evening, I will go to the party with my father and mother."

"You don't have a suit, do you?" Li Meng looked at Liu Zixia's clothes and said, "don't worry about tomorrow. We'll go to the shopping mall for a while. We'll talk about new songs in the evening or tomorrow."

During the time when they went to Yuhang, Li Mengyi and some of them bought a lot of things and clothes, but they didn't buy a suit for Liu Zixia. They were all casual clothes.

It is obviously inappropriate to wear casual clothes for charity parties.

Although you don't have to wear a suit and shoes or a greasy face on this occasion, why do you have to wear trousers or a slim shirt?

What are jeans, white shirts and sneakers?

"All right." Liu Zixia nodded, "eat first, after dinner we'll go to the mall."

After breakfast, Liu Zixia's family dressed up at home for a long time and drove directly to SKP!

SKP is a joint venture department store selling luxury brands and high-end department stores. Ordinary customers can't afford to spend here.

After parking in the underground parking lot, Liu Zixia and Yueyue follow Li Mengyi and start crazy shopping!

Because sometimes, women go to the mall not to buy, but to enjoy the feeling of shopping.

Therefore, shopping has become a woman's nature.

From 9:30 a.m. to the shopping mall, until it was almost dark in the afternoon, the trunk of Liu Zixia's Audi Q3 was full of large and small bags.

Most of these things belong to Yueyue. Liu Zixia and Li Mengyi have very few things. They only have a set of clothes and a pair of shoes for each person.

After sweeping the goods for a day, even though Liu Zixia had practiced the family's Wuqinxi since he was a child, his body was very tired, and his legs were shaking.

Look at Li Mengyi and Yueyue. They are still energetic, just like they are not shopping today.

In the evening, they went to Jinghua Hotel, asked for a private room and had a good meal.

After returning home, Xiao Yueyue is still full of spirit and pesters Liu Zixia to teach her new songs.

No way, Liu Zixia can only change tomorrow's work to tonight.

So, in room 801, unit 1, building 8, Shanshui community, beautiful music and tender singing came.

Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of the houses in Shanshui district is very strong, and it can't disturb the neighbors. Otherwise, the burglar proof doors of Liu Zixia's house will be smashed.

……

Liu Zixia's home at 6 p.m. the next day.

"Zixia, do I look good in this way?"

Li Mengyi changed into a suit of decent one word off shoulder evening dress, and went around the living room to ask Liu Zixia and Yueyue, who were sitting on the sofa to enjoy.

"Mom, look good in this dress!"

Yueyue is wearing a white princess skirt. On the head of the ball, there is a transparent crystal butterfly lying quietly. She is a lovely little princess.

"Good looking is good looking..." Liu Zixia looked at a pair of beautiful clavicle Li Mengyi, said: "but you this is not some too exposed, clavicle let people see light, almost exposed. Chest..."

Li Mengyi blushed and said, "where are your eyes going?"

"It is." Liu Zixia continued: "if you wear it like this, it's just for people to see? I'll bet a normal man will look at your clavicle

"Mom's shoulders are beautiful. Why should they be covered?" Yueyue doesn't understand, "Yueyue will wear it like this in the future."

"No, don't learn from your mother!" Liu Zixia quickly said: "you see, the moon is bad!"

"All right, all right!" Li Mengyi was a little angry and said, "I still have a shawl. Can I put it on later?"