Chapter 182 "He Is Still so on Your Side" (33,000 Monthly Tickets Plus More)

Wang Zhong was supposed to go to the award ceremony according to the schedule.

But when he arrived, he was told that the church interfered with the award ceremony and postponed it to the morning of August 13.

The Tsar's deputy, the Crown Princess, who was supposed to attend the award ceremony, had other things to do and could not attend for the time being.

Having been stood up, Wang Zhong could only turn around and head to the music audition.

Lyudmila was very happy: "It's just like taking a ride in Yeburg. Although I know it's not good to say this, it's wartime now, but... it's fun to take a ride."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "There's nothing wrong with this, just like playing cards between two battles, it's harmless."

"You were against the ball yesterday!" Lyudmila said, "I was clearly prepared, but it was all in vain!"

Wang Zhong could only look to the side.

At this time, Gregory, who was driving, stepped on the brakes and turned around and said, "We're at the Grand Theater. The address on the invitation is here."

Wang Zhong was confused: "Are you here to welcome me? Aren't you here to show me your displeasure? What's your intention?"

"Okay, you showed me your displeasure last night, and I'm going to show you my displeasure today. You don't want to rush in with a gun, do you? Don't do that. I suggested from the beginning that you don't come, and pretend that this invitation doesn't exist. But you have to review the music, and you still come, so just bear with it."

Lyudmila's words directly suppressed Wang Zhong's inner impulse. He smiled at the girl and walked inside with her in his arms.

Gregory: "Because I am tall, I served in the Royal Guards of Yebao for the first time, and was later assigned to the 3rd Amur Regiment. When I was in the Guards, I basically knew all the terrain of Yebao."

Walking to the top of the stairs, looking at the entrance of the Grand Theater, Wang Zhong looked around: "Why is there no one to greet us?"

The Grand Theater has a row of Roman columns, which are indeed very majestic and solemn when viewed from a close distance, but Wang Zhong's thoughts are all about where to set up a machine gun to block the entire staircase.

Wang Zhong: "I don't know. Anything can happen on the battlefield. But the basic judgment remains unchanged. The mud and severe winter will weaken the Prosen people. We will push back part of the front line in winter. But the war will continue."

Lyudmila: "You came here because the award ceremony was cancelled? Your Highness, you will meet Alyosha at all the activities today?"

Crown Princess: "The court steward asked me to attend this selection meeting to show the importance of the royal family to this event. I saw that the award ceremony was cancelled, so I came here without hesitation."

Lyudmila originally wanted to get off the car by herself, but when she saw Wang Zhong turned around, she smiled and stretched out her hand to give her fiancé a chance.

Then Crown Princess Olga came out.

As he said this, he got off the car and turned to Lyudmila as quickly as possible.

When he approached the gate, a group of maids suddenly appeared, opened the door and bowed to Wang Zhong: "General Rokosov, welcome to the Grand Theater."

"No, this is the last event where I will meet him. I can't go to your officers' dinner tonight." The crown princess smiled slightly.

After Wang Zhong helped her out of the car, he held her hand and walked towards the theater. Gregory handed the car to the waiter who came over, and followed the two people with a submachine gun.

Lyudmila asked curiously: "Gregory, how come you are so familiar with the place names of Yebao?"

Lyudmila was shocked: "Will it develop to the point of fighting street battles in Yebao?"

Wang Zhong forcedly changed the subject: "Why was the awarding ceremony cancelled?"

Wang Zhong: "Then we can count on you to fight street battles in Yebao in the future."

Wang Zhong and Lyudmila were both stunned.

It is estimated that this symptom will not be cured until the end of the war.

"The church said that it would revise the flag and title of your troops, so the ceremony was stopped." Olga paused and changed the question, "I heard that you scolded the band leader last night? You said that the music he composed for you was decadent?"

"Yes, did it spread to the palace?"

"Because the band leader went to a club frequented by people in the music industry and complained bitterly. They also made fun of the melody you composed and said it was rubbish. What song is it? Can I listen to it?"

Wang Zhong was about to answer, but Lyudmila interrupted and said, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, Your Highness. It's not good for us to block the door like this now."

"You're right." Olga smiled slightly, "Then let's go in."

She turned around and walked inside along the main corridor of the theater.

Wang Zhong wanted to follow, but Lyudmila grabbed him and waited until all the maids of the Crown Princess caught up before following behind the maids.

"This is the etiquette." Lyudmila whispered in Wang Zhong's ear, "I'm not jealous."

Wang Zhong: "If you are jealous, I will be happier, really."

"Then I am." Lyudmila said, "Happy?"

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yeah!... No, no, no, not happy, dare not be happy."

Entering the theater, I found that the audience seats were full of Yebao celebrities - or celebrities on the surface.

They were paying tribute to Princess Olga.

Lyudmila pulled Wang Zhong and walked quietly to the side.

A waiter came to lead the way: "General Rokosov? Your seat is here."

The waiter led Wang Zhong and his party to the edge of the audience seats: "Because the invitation was a temporary decision, you can only sit here."

Wang Zhong: "Let me sit here. Sometimes if my voice can't be heard by the people on the stage, I will choose to fire a gun. Is it really okay?"

The waiter smiled and said: "Don't worry, the acoustic design of the theater is very advanced. As long as you raise your chin slightly and speak to the wall, your voice will be very clearly spread throughout the theater. Just like it is now."

At this time, many people looked this way.

But most people have no intention of coming over to shake hands——

A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman walked over side by side with an old scholar in his early 40s wearing a monocle.

The gentleman handed over his business card: "I am Oshanin, the editor-in-chief of Ant Modern Music magazine, and this person next to me is Professor Vladimir Bradsky."

The professor interfaced: "Professor of the Music Department of Yeburg University, I have a little question. Duke Rokossov, is there a man named Vasily Vladimirovich Bradsky in your army?" The young man?”

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows. He had forgotten Vasily's full name, but the person in front of him was a music professor. He happened to meet him and asked to confirm: "Do you have a bad relationship with your son?"

"I thought he should be a composer, but instead he went to join the army!"

Good guy, that’s right.

Wang Zhong: "Vasily is indeed in my army. Because he is familiar with the Plosin language, he is responsible for monitoring the Plosin people's radio communications. Do you need me to bring him your letter?"

"No, no, the editor next to me received an urgent letter from Shostka at noon. Do you have any clues?"

Wang Zhong frowned, wondering if Vasily had written the song and sent it over, and the editor-in-chief of Oshanin had received it, right?

However, I had only hummed the melody in front of Vasily. Could it be that I sang the lyrics subconsciously?

Wang Zhong: "I hummed tuneless melodies in front of him. Maybe this inspired his music creation."

If "Holy War" was really written by Vasily, Wang Zhong would not mind signing Vasily's name. After all, this thing was not his own original work, he was just a porter.

Moreover, he brought a tune here, and Vasily could make up the tune. That was because he was awesome, and signing his name was not too much. If you also fill in the words by the way, then it should be signed by others.

The professor shook his head: "No, no, I know that child too well. He will never give up his credit. If you are the one who signed the title and composed the music, it must be you. His lyricist wrote Filippov. Do you know him?" Is this Filipov?"

Wang Zhong: "They are good brothers he met in the military academy. The two survived the brutal Loktov Defense Battle and the Orachi Blockade Battle."

The professor hesitated and said, "They have such talents. Can they be transferred back to Yebao to be responsible for music creation? Boosting morale is also a very important job."

Wang Zhong: "Then you have to talk to Vasily yourself. Shostka is still safe at the moment. The enemy is about a hundred kilometers away. You can go and see him."

The professor frowned: "No! I will never go see him! Unless he comes to admit his mistake to me!"

Good guy, these father and son look a bit alike.

Lyudmila said at this time: "Don't let stubbornness turn into regret. You'd better go and see him."

The professor visibly hesitated.

At this time, the band leader shouted from a distance: "Your Excellency Oshanin, the selection is about to begin. Come over quickly!"

Oshanen said loudly: "Okay. However, distinguished orchestra director, I request to change the selection order. We have a program that we have just rehearsed and want to perform."

The band leader looked embarrassed.

At this time Vladimir Bradsky said: "I support changing the selection order. This song is worth it!"

Nonsense, that's holy war.

But Bradsky's next sentence was: "After all, it was composed by the war hero Rokossov, and it is real music from the battlefield!"

After saying this, the entire venue suddenly became buzzing. I can only say that the acoustic design of this theater is really awesome, and the whispers suddenly become like a vegetable market.

The orchestra leader frowned: "This... we have a process. If you want to add that the undeclared repertoire itself is not in compliance with the regulations, it would not be good to shove it in front of everyone..."

At this time, Olga, who was sitting in the royal box, said: "I think it's okay. If you just add the plug at the front, the other processes don't need to be changed at all. It's just postponed to the back. Besides, Mr. Rokossov, the orchestra leader, if If the general’s music is really so unpleasant, why don’t you show it to everyone first? That way the general won’t be able to comment anymore!”

The musicians looked at each other.

Lyudmila whispered in Wang Zhong's ear: "She is still facing you, Your Highness."

Wang Zhong was sweating profusely.

At this time, the orchestra leader sighed: "Since Editor-in-Chief Oshanin and Professor Bradsky praise it so much, let's listen to it first, this music from the battlefield."