Wen Shiyu’s eyes lit up again and she was very impressed, “Is it true what you say?”
Having the opportunity to study in such an international orchestra was a dream come true for any musician, and Berlin was even more of a dream for her.
Pei Shixi nodded, “What am I lying to you for? Want to come and try it out first?”
Wen Shiyu nodded along, “I do!”
“Then prepare yourself in the last two days, I’ll take you to the orchestra for an audition this weekend, if you pa*s, you can come and study.” Pei Shixi smiled.
Wen Shiyu nodded her head, “Thank you, I will definitely work hard.”
After returning home, Wen Shiyu turned her attention, to practicing the piano.
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Feng’s Group.
These days, the employees of Feng’s felt that the company was very depressing, and it seemed that low pressure was pervading everywhere.
Everyone knew that General Manager Feng had been in a bad mood recently, scaring them into doing things with trepidation, afraid of what they might do wrong and displease General Manager Feng.
“Manager Lin from the sales department, has he been called away by General Manager Feng?” An employee lowered his voice and asked in a whisper.
Another hurriedly followed in a whisper, “No, I heard that he made another mistake in his report, at this juncture, hey, he is afraid that he will be scolded and cried.”
The staff member in the seat next to him also pressed his voice, “How dare you chat, you’re not afraid that you’ll be next, so why don’t you check your own documents.”
“When is this day going to end, when will Mr Feng be happier, I’m willing to contribute all my snacks.”
“……”
As soon as Feng Shenjin entered the company, he heard these gossips and couldn’t help but frown, coughing dryly at the whispering employees.
All of them received a shock and were instantly silenced. When they saw that it was the second youngest, they were relieved and instantly became bitter again, “Second youngest, you should quickly persuade the president ……”
The first thing you need to do is to go to work, lest I say something good and then you make a mistake, then even if the gods come, they can’t save you.”
Only then did the group of them disperse and start to go about their work.
Only when Feng Shenjin really stood at the door of the president’s office did he follow the goading.
His brother was really angry this time, and even through the door, he could feel his anger, and the manager inside, Lin, was really scolded for the statement.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door to enter, “Brother, Manager Lin already knows his mistake, let him go down and change it first.”
Feng Shenye’s cold gaze swept over Manager Lin, who was on the verge of tears, “Go down.”
When the people left, Feng Shen Jin sighed, “Brother, don’t be angry, haven’t you already solved the matter of the Song family’s marriage?”
“Besides, you issued a statement, but the old man didn’t say anything, right? It hurts to be angry.”
Feng Shenye coldly looked up at him, “Do you have nothing better to do? What time is it that you’re here talking to me about this?”
“…… Okay, brother, no, Lord President, talking about business matters during work hours, you should not bring your emotions to work either, look at the people underneath, all of them are like wilted aubergines, bitter, just give them a break.” Feng Shenjin said helplessly.
“You don’t have time to do your job properly, but you’re chewing behind your back, is the Feng Group a charitable organisation that keeps idle people? Next time if they make a mistake, the company’s losses, you bear the burden.” Feng Shenye said with a sullen face.
Feng Shenjin’s face instantly collapsed, and he didn’t even dare to pull the corners of his mouth into a fake smile, “No, no, brother, I’m wrong, I still have to scold you, I’ll do it for you!”
He shouldn’t have come as a lobbyist!
He should not have come here to be a lobbyist, and he should have been attacked by gunfire for nothing, and this gunfire was not without reason.
He sighed deeply, these two fathers and sons, they were really the same.
He had just gone to Di Jing Lan Yuan in the morning and met Bao’er, that little dumpling, also with a cold face, holding a drawing board, depressed.
No matter what he said or how he coaxed him, he never saw a smile on his face, and he even told him coldly to shut up and go to work if he was too idle to do so, not to disturb him.