"When I first participated in the school song cover competition, because I was not familiar with domestic music from the 1980s and 1990s, I got a song list from Uncle Hao and chose a suitable song from it..."

As a banana man, Yan Xuexin knows a lot about Chinese pop music, but he really doesn’t know much about Chinese pop music.

Later, when he participated in the school song competition, he started to make up lessons, but with music, you have to listen to it one by one.

After all, "time" is also part of the artistic expression of music, and you can't listen to it several times faster.

"Ah, mine is from about the same age..."

The two of you were looking at me and I was looking at you. Could it be that the car had crashed again?

"I sing "Braveheart."

"Huh..." Hua Minyu breathed a sigh of relief, "I will sing "As You Like"."

There was no crash, which is great.

After a pause, Hua Minyu continued: "Actually, this song was recommended to me by Uncle Hao. I didn't listen to much rock music before..."

The two were silent for a moment.

"I miss Uncle Hao a little bit."

"Um."

Zhong Jun's mansion was already crowded with people.

About 4,000 people were invited to attend the press conference this time.

For an ordinary press conference, if there are so many people, it will definitely become a mess, but Hailong Palace has the best team and a lot of manpower and material resources, so holding a gathering of thousands of people is just a joke.

Most of the people who attended the press conference actually felt contempt in their hearts when they heard that the press conference was being held in "Zhong Jun's Mansion", but this contempt disappeared the moment they entered Zhong Jun's Mansion.

When you enter Zhongjun Mansion, what you see is an ancient smelting factory and various bells.

It is said to be Zhongjun's Mansion, but in fact it is more like Huayan's "home studio".

As the father of Zhong Jun and the skilled craftsman who smelted the Yongle Bell, Hua Yan was considered the first smelter in the Ming Dynasty and was very busy every day.

However, most other things are smelted in state-owned smelters, and only bells are cast in Zhongjun's mansion.

These bells are made of different materials and sizes. Some are as brand new as they were just cast, while others are already rusty.

Some looked perfect, while others had cracks or even split into several halves.

Next to each clock, there is a stone tablet.

There are various reasons written on it.

"In March of the 17th year of Yongle, it cracked after cooling, and the texture was suspected to be uneven."

"In August of the 18th year of Yongle's reign, the sound became hoarse and deep. It was repaired but could not be discarded and recast. It is suspected that impurities were mixed in."

This is "Zhongzhong".

This is where Huayan stores all the bells that failed to be smelted.

Before becoming "Zhong Jun's father", Hua Yan was just a skilled craftsman. Although he was the best, he was just a craftsman. He did not have the qualifications to use manpower and material resources to preserve these failed smelting bells.

But now he already has this qualification.

The road leading to the interior passes through the square filled with various bells. Most of the people who had just entered Zhongjun's Mansion were very noisy, but after entering this unique and shocking "Zhongzhong"

"After that, most of them fell silent.

As an aviation practitioner, when everyone looks at that kind of clock, they only have one idea.

Only by experiencing thousands of failures can you achieve success.

This is especially true for aviation people.

Although they are six hundred years apart, as engineers and craftsmen, there is an unbreakable resonance between them.

Walking all the way through the Bell Tomb is like traveling through your own past, and the invitees from the East are even more touched by the significance of these bells.

After passing through the Bell Tomb and passing through an ordinary-looking wall, you will be shocked again when you turn around.

Because this side of the wall is ordinary, but the other side is covered with roses all over the wall.

Seeing this rose, it's like a melody is playing in my mind.

"Wild roses outside the window

Already full of walls

Oh, those who travel far away

When will you return to your hometown?”

"Homecoming"!

This is the Rose Garden, a garden specially built by Zhu Gaochi for Hua Zhongjun, because roses are Hua Zhongjun’s favorite flower.

And this time the press conference was held in this rose garden full of roses.

A high-tech large screen stands on one side of the yard, and the large screen has already been covered with roses, making the large screen blend into the entire garden and not out of place.

The tables and chairs that fill the entire Rose Garden are all Chinese-style wooden tables and chairs.

The whole style feels completely incompatible with the high technology of aviation.

The host of this press conference is Wang Haixia.

At this time, he was already standing on the stage and ready.

As the Dongyuan Spout God, his biggest characteristic, as he said himself, is that he talks a lot.

Moreover, this is not his first time as a host. He once hosted a sub-venue of the Spring Festival Gala with An Ge, Zhou Xianting and Feng Yidong.

I even hosted the Spring Festival Gala sub-venue and hosted a new product launch conference, which is not something I can do easily.

At the same time, he is also one of the inventors of the "Whale Flying Vest" and is completely expert in the aviation industry.

Of course, his biggest advantage is that he doesn’t need any money.

This is also the reason why Xiaobai chose him as the host.

As a chatterbox and a singer in the school song competition, there is no possibility of stage fright. Seeing that people are almost there and there is no need for others to control the stage, he starts by himself.

"Welcome all guests to attend this press conference. I am your old friend Wang Haixia. What do you want to say when you see me?"

"Little Xiazi, I love you!" The deafening shouts.

Pengpa, who was sitting in the front row, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was not the first time he heard such shouts. After all, he had also watched the performance of the school song competition.

But every time I hear it, I still can't help but complain.

When it comes to making money, please think of me!
Chapter completed!