Chapter 227 What does it feel like to be on the high-speed rail?
Fang Xiaogang looked at Qi Peng with some doubts.
How could the other party have such a dull expression, there is still a trace of disbelief.
"Qi Peng, what did you say there?"
After Fang Xiaogang asked again, Qi Peng finally came back to his senses and said:
"Mr. Fang, there is indeed an accident over there, but..."
Fang Xiaogang looked at Qi Peng who was hesitating, frowning slightly, and said angrily:
"But what, what to say!"
"Yes, yes," Qi Peng responded quickly, and continued:
"The people arranged over there did cause an accident when one or two black soil sang, specifically cutting the power cord of the audio equipment."
"However, the other party's response was very quick and the preparations were very good. All cables were backed up. In less than a minute, the person was brought under control and the fault was eliminated."
One minute?
"Eliminate the fault in one minute, although it is very fast, but what I want to know is, why is the one or two black soil not affected at all?"
It was a live broadcast, and I was watching the live video at the time.
One or two men who sang in black soil should be self-improvement, not to mention other people, even Fang Xiaogang was shocked.
"Let Haitian gather energy for me
To open up the world for my ideals..."
When Fang Xiaogang heard the lyrics, his scalp couldn't help tingling.
It's almost like a song written for him.
A man and a man, isn't it just to open up the world and move forward bravely?
The most explosive part of the whole performance was Chen Mo's martial arts.
Although it is only a short minute, it is this minute that is the soul of the whole performance.
For the first time, Fang Xiaogang understood what it means to be like a dragon, to be quiet like a virgin, and to move like a rabbit.
No wonder the means I used on the dark web last time didn't work.
If Chen Mo's performance at the concert is not flamboyant, let alone three or five people, it is estimated that more than a dozen people can't get close.
Um!
Wait, Fang Xiaogang seems to have caught a certain detail suddenly.
"Qi Peng, how long did you say the fault over there was repaired?"
"One minute."
One minute!
Chen Mo's martial arts performance was also one minute.
Is it...
"Qi Peng, is the timing of the other party's choice just before one or two black soils perform martial arts?"
Qi Peng looked at Fang Xiaogang in amazement and stammered:
"Um... Mr. Fang... how did you know?"
Qi Peng said in his heart, did he just say it?
Did not say ah.
The reason why Qi Peng was a little sluggish after listening to the phone was because of the time when the accident happened.
What the heck, people were performing martial arts at that time, and they didn't sing at all. You broke the power cord of the audio system for a fart!
How did he know that it was because the audio line was broken that Chen Mo would helplessly perform martial arts.
However, fortunately, the song of a man being self-improvement is the best match for martial arts.
What's more, just before, the fans also sang the two songs of the Volunteer Army's Battle Hymn and the Motherland Will Not Forget the patriotic sentiment.
Then watch the martial arts performance showing personal force, it must complement each other.
Fang Xiaogang sat on the sofa a little dejected.
Of course his thoughts were different from Qi Peng.
Qi Peng thought it was the manipulator who got the timing wrong, and Fang Xiaogang believed that it was because of the accident that Chen Mo had to perform a martial arts.
However, because the connection is too perfect, no one can see it.
This shows that Chen Mo either made a plan in advance and thought of this possibility, so he was able to remedy it in time.
Or the other party's ability to respond is too strong, not afraid of danger, and perform casually.
But no matter what, Fang Xiaogang knew that he was not wronged this time.
However, looking at the comparison of the number of live broadcasts on the table, Fang Xiaogang still has a fire in his heart that can't be shed.
The other side is a long bar chart with no head in sight.
And the number of live broadcasts of his own concert is like sesame seeds, and he is really in the same place as the other party.
Looking at Qi Peng who was still terrified in front of him, Fang Xiaogang suppressed his anger and said:
"Okay, it's not all your fault, this time, let's stop here."
Although Fang Xiaogang is sometimes irritable, he is not a sham.
He is still very restrained when it comes to taking anger at people.
What's more, Pan American Entertainment can't do without Qi Peng and these people, although it is not irreplaceable, but this matter cannot reach that level.
"Thank you Mr. Fang, I promise I will never do it next time."
Qi Peng was relieved when he heard this.
Although Fang Xiaogang was more violent than his father, Fang Gang, and his temper was not that good, but under this man, making a small mistake would at most be scolded.
If it's Fang Gang, he doesn't care about minor mistakes, but once he catches a big mistake, it's not as simple as scolding him.
"By the way, do you know that you arranged this over there?"
Fang Xiaogang asked suddenly.
"Ah, no, no, don't worry, I have arranged everything over there. Even if the police go to investigate, there will be no clues."
Qi Peng is very relieved about this.
After all, that young man named Zhang Xu is indeed a bit of a douchebag.
He was simply a stunned young man, he didn't take any preventive measures, and just collected money as a clerk.
At least you have to make sure that you can receive the final payment at that time. As a result, this idiot is reckless and doesn't care about anything.
This concert of Pan Am Entertainment was a complete failure, and the expected purpose of creating momentum for the release of the new album was naturally not achieved.
After all, the number of people watching the live broadcast is too small, and it is useless to rely on more than 10,000 people on the scene.
However, the follow-up work cannot be interrupted. Fang Xiaogang arranged for Qi Peng to cooperate with the music production side to do the follow-up album promotion before leaving the Shencheng Sports Hall.
In the evening, he also invited the King Liang Dehua and the Queen Sun Yazhi to dinner.
For singers of this level, even the capital itself, should be given corresponding respect.
Early the next morning, Chen Mo and Lin Xiaqing got on the high-speed train back to the magic capital.
Yes, this time the two did not take a plane, but took the high-speed rail back to the magic capital.
The reason? It's very simple.
Lin Datian said that he hadn't built a train for a long time and wanted to experience it.
The high-speed train from Shencheng to Modu takes 10 hours to arrive.
However, the number of seats in the special class compartment is small, the seats are very wide, and you can lay flat to rest, and you will not be tired.
Song Yulin and the little girl naturally followed them on the high-speed train.
"Wow, there's no one in the special-class compartment."
Until the train started, there were only four people Chen Mo in the whole carriage, and there were no other passengers.
"Little fool, special-class tickets for high-speed rail are more expensive than business class on airplanes, so naturally few people take them."
The little girl stuck out her tongue, how did she know this.
The ticket this time was made by the Torch Company to express its apology and booked it for free, so the little girl didn't worry about it.
The high-speed train was very fast, and the scenery outside the window receded rapidly.
This is the first time Chen Mo has taken the high-speed train in this world since he woke up to the earth's memory.
Generally speaking, the two are similar, but the speed here seems to be faster. The small screen on the carriage shows the speed, and the maximum speed is as high as 400 kilometers per hour.
Chen Mo, who was admiring the scenery outside the window, suddenly smelled a delicate fragrance.
The familiar taste made Chen Mo know who it was without looking back.
Lin Xiaqing, like a kitten, wrapped his arms around Chen Mo and curled up in Chen Mo's arms.
"Don't make trouble..."
Who is making trouble, Chen Mo secretly thought, I am doing business.
Lin Xiaqing obviously knew that it was impossible to stop Chen Mo, so he let him mess around.
After a long while, Lin Xiaqing, who was blushing, was afraid to whisper in Chen Mo's ear:
"Husband, what do you think... on the high-speed train...how do you feel?"
Lin Xiaqing's voice fell, and Chen Mo's body suddenly stiffened.
What high-speed rail? Still feeling?
You are going crazy!