Wang Qian wanted to tell Professor He how popular his hot pot restaurant was...
"Professor He, forget about the professor from CAFM."
Wang Qian declined the professor's invitation to the assessment in a low voice: "I can go to today's performance."
It's not that he feels he's not qualified.
But.
He thought he might not have the time.
He Chaohui asked, "Are you afraid you won't pass the test?"
Provocation method
I won’t fall for this trick.
Wang Qian smiled and shook his head: "Haha, no."
He Chaohui: "Why? Are you just going to bury your talent like this?"
Wang Qian shook his head again: "I haven't buried my talent. I'm already preparing for my debut."
He Chaohui also shook her head: "You should have higher aspirations!"
Wang Qian: "Isn't pop music a higher pursuit? Professor He..."
He Chaohui stopped talking and glanced at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue next to him: "I won't argue with you now. However, I will keep your invitation for one year, please consider it carefully."
Wang Qian: "Thank you, Professor He."
He Chaohui: "No need to thank me, come with me and change your clothes, you stand out like this."
Wang Qian thought he was just here to be a spectator, so he dressed casually, which was very different from those in suits and tuxedos.
Although Wang Qian was casual, he didn't want to be the odd one out, so he nodded in agreement and followed He Chaohui to the back to borrow a set of clothes to change into.
Just came out.
A middle-aged man in a suit came up to He Chaohui and looked at Wang Qian curiously: "Director He, is this the Wang Qian you strongly recommended?"
He Chaohui nodded: "Yes, he is Wang Qian! Wang Qian, this is Mr. Yang Jiansen, the director of the Magic Sound Piano Department."
Wang Qian reached out and shook hands with Yang Jiansen: "Hello, Director Yang, I am Wang Qian."
Yang Jiansen seemed very polite. After a polite handshake, he asked, "Where did you graduate from, Mr. Wang?"
Wang Qian told the truth: "Beijing Film Academy!"
Yang Jiansen was surprised: "Beijing Conservatory of Music? Beijing Conservatory of Music?"
There was some confusion in his eyes. The Beijing Conservatory of Music is not as good as the Central Conservatory of Music and the Magic Conservatory of Music. Why did Chao Hui strongly recommend Wang Qian and even let his daughter, who graduated with a doctorate from the Central Conservatory of Music, withdraw from the performance
Wang Qian corrected him: "No, it's the Beijing Film Academy!"
Yang Jiansen was silent. He looked at Wang Qian carefully, then looked at He Chaohui in confusion: "Director He, is what he said true?"
He Chaohui nodded: "Yes, he graduated from the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy."
Yang Jiansen frowned slightly and looked at Wang Qian with a scrutinizing look: "Where did Mr. Wang learn piano?"
Wang Qian remained honest: "Self-taught!"
Yang Jiansen turned to look at He Chaohui again: "Director He, is he joking, or are you joking? Do you know how important today's exchange meeting is to us? Professor Dawson of the Curtis Institute is a world-renowned pianist and composer. If we leave a bad impression on him, the reputation of our entire Shenzhou music industry in the world will drop a level."
He Chaohui looked at Yang Jiansen and said affirmatively, "That's why I strongly recommended Wang Qian to perform on stage. It's also to enhance our reputation. I believe in him. You've heard the piece I played yesterday, right? Haven't you been asking about the name and author? It's him. The name of the piece is Wang Qian's Tenth Etude!"
Yang Jiansen stared at He Chaohui with wide eyes, then looked at Wang Qian with doubts.
Wang Qian smiled modestly and said, "I just picked the name randomly. Please forgive me, Director Yang!"
Yang Jiansen asked, "Is this really a piece you composed? Did you teach yourself to play the piano?"
Wang Qian's eyes met Yang Jiansen's. "Yes, I created it in my spare time. I taught myself music and piano at home!"
Yang Jiansen was silent for a few seconds, digesting this information.
At this time, he saw a group of foreigners in formal attire coming in from the side entrance. The leader was a thin old man with pale hair. He immediately looked at He Chaohui and said, "Director He, I hope your choice is right." He then looked at Wang Qian and said, "Mr. Wang, perform well. If you are really interested in music and piano, let's talk about it after the end. I can give you a place to audit the Magic Sound Piano Department. If you pass the exam later, I will issue you a formal diploma."
Wang Qian smiled and said, "I will try my best. As for auditing, forget it. I'm quite busy recently and may not have time. Thank you, Director Yang."
Yang Jiansen took a deep look at Wang Qian, then turned around with a smile on his face, and extended his hand to greet the white-haired, thin old man and his group: "Professor Dawson, Professor Carl, sit here."
Yang Jiansen was the host and welcomed the group of people who came to exchange ideas and asked them to sit down.
There were ten people in total.
The leading professor, Professor Dawson, is a veteran professor from the Curtis Institute of Music. He is a world-renowned pianist, composer, and conductor, and is also a big name at the Curtis Institute.
There was a man and a woman sitting next to Dawson. The man had brown hair, blue eyes, angular features, and was tall and handsome like a Westerner. He was not very old, probably in his twenties.
The woman had black hair, fair skin, purple eyes, and soft facial features. She was obviously mixed-race with oriental ancestry, and was only about twenty years old.
These two were students that Dawson brought to China to collect folk songs. Jason and Taylor were top students at Curtis College. They had a halo around them just sitting there, and almost all eyes behind them were on them.
Even the group of Berkeley College students sitting on the other side of Professor Dawson seemed a little dim.
He Chaohui also walked up to Professor Dawson and said something, but Dawson did not reply. He remained expressionless throughout and did not respond to anyone else's words.
However, Yang Jiansen, He Chaohui, and Peng Donghu from Zhejiang Conservatory of Music were not unhappy. They were just happy to be able to meet Dawson.
Professor Carl of Berkeley College said in English: "Ladies and gentlemen, can we start the performance?"
As the host, Yang Jiansen nodded to Dawson before answering Carl: "Of course, time is almost up, I hope everyone has a good time today."
Carl: “I hope so!”
Carl said to a tall young man beside him, "Mike, you will go on stage and play Storm later!"
Several people in Berkeley looked at Professor Carl.
Mike smiled and said, "Professor, do you want to open their eyes?"
The Storm Piano Piece is a famous piece created by a great English composer a hundred years ago. It is known for its high difficulty and is difficult to play without reaching a truly professional level.
To perform this piece perfectly, one must be a world-class pianist.
Mike is nominally just a graduate student in piano at Berklee College.
However, in fact, his level is already good enough to apply for a doctorate, or even higher. He is the best among several students in Berklee and is quite famous in the piano field in North America.
Carl looked at Mike and asked easily, "Can you do this?"
Mike shrugged, "Sir, I'm looking forward to their expressions."
Carl smiled: "I'll keep an eye on it."
Dawson glanced at Carl and Mike, then said to the person next to him, "Taylor, you go on stage too."
Taylor asked, "Professor, don't we have a show?"
Dawson: “Now I have it!”
Taylor nodded obediently: "Okay."
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are disputes.
The so-called communication is essentially a competition with each other!
Since I am here representing the name of Curtis College.
Then, the glory that belongs to Curtis College must not be lost.
Mike looked at Taylor and smiled, "Taylor, I'm looking forward to your performance. I think these Chinese people will be shocked. Of course, the premise is that they can understand your music."
Taylor didn't look at the other person, but just replied calmly: "Thank you!"
That’s all.
Mike was a little disappointed, knowing that the other party looked down on him completely. He immediately calmed down and stopped paying attention to the talented and beautiful girl from Curtis College, and looked towards the stage.
A young man from the Magic Sound Piano Department has walked up to the piano in the middle of the stage.
The performance has officially begun.