So at this time, Huang Zhi did not let Lin Xiangdong leave, but picked up the walkie-talkie and gave an order to a subordinate, asking him to bring Lin Xiangdong's mobile phone immediately.

The subordinate worked very quickly and soon he brought Lin Xiangdong's cell phone.

Huang Zhi signaled Lin Xiangdong to call.

While Lin Xiangdong was dialing the number, Huang Zhi walked to the door and closed the door.

Lin Xiangdong was very conscious and turned on his phone to hands-free so that Huang Zhi could hear it.

Dou-Dou-Dou-Dou-

The phone was called, but no one answered it for a while.

"Respond the phone quickly! Respond!"

Lin Xiangdong's face was still as moving as a mountain, but he became nervous. He was afraid that Chen Fei would go out to play and did not bring his phone with him.

Dou-Dou-Dou-Dou-

The phone dialed all the time, but no one answered it.

Time passed by seconds. Every second, Lin Xiangdong's ease decreased by a minute. Soon, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. I don't know if the weather was getting hot or nervous.

"The phone you made is currently unanswered."

The devastating words finally rang out.

"How could this happen?" Huang Zhi raised his chin, closed his eyes, and shook his head helplessly.

God really doesn't help him!

"I'll try to hit again, maybe I didn't hear it." Lin Xiangdong grinned at Huang Zhi, but smiled a little reluctantly.

"Okay." Huang Zhi nodded. At this time, he could only be a silence.

Dou-Dou-Dou-Dou-

The sound of making a phone call sounded again.

Fortunately, this time, the two people were not disappointed again. After about four seconds, the phone was connected.

"Hey, Lao Lin, aren't you scheduling the Spring Festival Gala? Why do you still have time to call me?"

Chen Fei's voice came from the other end.

Lin Xiangdong didn't care about anything and hurriedly said, "Chen Fei, I'm in trouble, you have to help me!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"I originally had a chorus with Ma Mei, but now he was hit by a car and couldn't get out of bed for a week. I could only change the chorus to a solo, but the problem now is that there is no suitable song. Chen Fei, can you write a song for me?"

"What type? Which style? Are there any special requirements?" Chen Fei seemed to know the seriousness of this matter, and did not talk nonsense, but went straight to the point.

Lin Xiangdong was about to answer, but before he could speak, Huang Zhi had already said: "Comrade Chen Fei, hello, I am Huang Zhi, the director of the Spring Festival Gala. The song has a lot of requirements and the creation is very difficult. We really have no other way. We can only ask for your help. Comrade Chen Fei, please be sure to watch this program that the people of the country are most looking forward to, and help us."
Chapter completed!