Snap, snap, snap…
When the other people at the scene heard Ononga's words, most of them spontaneously clapped hard again, and the others had no choice but to applaud along even if they were reluctant.
Warm applause swept the audience again.
Ononga, who was standing there, also clapped along, but still did not sit down immediately.
Because he hadn't finished speaking.
Wang Qian enjoyed the applause with a smile, then waved to the audience, controlling the scene with ease and letting the applause slowly fade away.
Everyone stared at Wang Qian standing on the podium, feeling as if they were looking up to a mountain.
Wang Qian looked at Ononga who was standing there and said, "Mr. Ononga is exaggerating. I am not as powerful as he says."
Everyone who knew about Chinese culture at the scene knew that Wang Qian was being modest after hearing what he said...
Ononga immediately said, "No, Professor, you are greater than I said. I have a request to make to you..."
After listening to Ononga's words, the others were all thoughtful and could roughly guess what Ononga wanted to do.
Many people were also eager to make a move, and their eyes looked at Wang Qian with a hint of golden light and desire.
Wang Qian nodded gently: "Tell me about it."
Ononga looked a little guilty and said, "Professor, I think the Eagle Song you just played best represents the spirit of our Indian tribe. I seem to see my whole life in this music. I think no Indian would dislike this piece of work."
"So, I want to get your authorization. I want to play this song in my tribe. I may also use this song to promote our Indian culture in the future..."
When the others heard this, they all had an expression of "as expected".
Those in the pop music circle can all tell that the piece Wang Qian just played has the potential to become a global hit and can spread to every corner of the world with a little publicity.
Moreover, the simplicity, desolation, and a hint of tragic emotion, in their opinion, are indeed quite suitable for the current Indian cultural heritage.
only…
How can a work like this, which is destined to become a worldwide hit, be authorized just like that
People in the industry all know that the licensing fees for each of Wang Qian’s works are very high, almost the highest in the industry.
Those pianists who want to play Wang Qian’s piano works now have to pay as much as $100,000 for the licensing of one piece…
Wang Qian looked at Ononga calmly and said without comment: "I agree with the authorization of cooperation in principle. However, the details of the cooperation will be discussed after it is completed."
A look of joy appeared on Ononga's face. What he was afraid of was that Wang Qian would not discuss cooperation directly, then he would be doomed to be disappointed.
He really liked this piece of music, and if he couldn't play it in the future, he might not want to play the pan flute anymore.
Because, compared with Wang Qian's work, the other panflute pieces he played seemed too ordinary.
If the most beautiful music cannot be played, he will have no interest in other ordinary works.
so…
At this moment, after receiving Wang Qian's affirmative answer, Ononga showed a bright smile on his face.
As long as he can get the authorization, he doesn't care how much the licensing fee is.
He has made a lot of money over the years, so it should be more than enough to purchase the license.
Ononga quickly agreed, "Yes, Professor."
After saying that, Ononga sat down and passed the microphone to the staff.
Then.
Thousands of people at the scene raised their arms again.
Obviously, the communication between Ononga and Wang Qian just now still did not satisfy the doubts in many people's minds.
Many music artists in the front row raised their hands again, wanting to have a face-to-face communication with Wang Qian!
Wang Qian glanced around and said, "I will answer one more person's question, and then we will proceed to the last instrument selection."
After hearing Wang Qian's words, everyone at the scene became excited again, and many of them wanted to raise their hands right now.
After all, we just witnessed Wang Qian learning a completely new and unfamiliar musical instrument in six minutes, and then conquering the audience and the world with another four minutes of performance.
Many of them wanted to try again, and introduce an extremely niche and unfamiliar musical instrument to Wang Qian to see if Wang Qian could learn and master it again within a few minutes, and then play a brand new piece!
If Wang Qian succeeded twice in a row, the doubts and the last bit of pride in many people's hearts would be completely shattered.
Even many top music artists, celebrities and wealthy people in the front row were ready to raise their hands to answer!
At this moment, Wang Qian glanced around and finally pointed to a young man in the back row: "The student wearing a plaid shirt, please stand up and speak."
The young man in a plaid shirt, who was obviously different from many serious artists in front of him, immediately stood up excitedly, took the microphone handed to him by the staff behind him, looked at Wang Qian and said loudly: "Professor, I am your loyal fan, especially your rock music. I personally study pop music and am a behind-the-scenes practitioner. I want to know that you have grasped the true meaning of music. So, how do you distinguish between pop music and classical music? How can you achieve incredible achievements in both fields at the same time?"
This young man also asked questions that many musicians wanted to know the answers to.
Although, Wang Qian has actually given the answer to this question more than once.
However, many people still want to ask Wang Qian questions in person and get a clear answer from him.
Some of the top music artists in the front looked back at the young man who asked the question with a little disdain. In the eyes of many music artists, the young man's question was a waste of Wang Qian's class time and the opportunity to ask questions.
Wang Qian said calmly: "I just said that, in my eyes, there is no distinction between popular and classical music, all of them are music, just different types of music works to meet different needs. In essence, there is no difference, all of them are music. I started by learning the main body of music, and I don't have a preference for any particular type of music."
"So, I have the same understanding and thoughts about any type of music. In your eyes, it is the same achievement and height!"
“For me, that’s it.”
Wang Qian shrugged lightly and explained in a very relaxed tone and expression.
Many people at the scene smiled bitterly and shook their heads after hearing this, feeling that they and Wang Qian were truly from two different worlds!
In Wang Qian's eyes, the career and persistence they have fought for all their lives are nothing special. Wang Qian can easily achieve the ultimate goal they have pursued all their lives.
this…
Many people were confused again.
It seems like I have lost the goal and meaning of my life.
After hearing Wang Qian's explanation again, the young man who asked the question was quite satisfied and said, "Thank you, Professor. I am a loyal rock fan of yours. Will you sing a rock song in class today? I think there are many of your rock fans here."
At this moment, many classical music artists and music art lovers in front frowned and glared at the young man.
Teachers and students from major classical music schools looked at this pop music practitioner behind the scenes with hostility, feeling that he was out to cause trouble.
Wang Qian laughed and said, "Thank you for your support. But I can only say sorry to you. It is impossible for me to sing a rock song here today."
The young man obviously didn't want to give up easily, and asked again: "So, will you leave after performing a rock show in New York? You have just as many fans in New York as in Los Angeles, and they all want to hear your live performance!"
Many people behind looked at Wang Qian eagerly.
Many music artists in front of him also looked at Wang Qian expectantly. They opposed Wang Qian's rock performance in the classroom, but they did not object to Wang Qian's performance in other venues. Instead, they were looking forward to it. They could also go and watch. The most important thing was that this would extend Wang Qian's stay in New York.
Many music artists and music art lovers hope to spend more time with Wang Qian so that they can enjoy more wonderful music art.
Wang Qian’s mind flashed back to the many enthusiastic New York fans he met on the way from the New York airport to the hotel.
He believes that if he holds a concert in New York, it will definitely be sold out, and the ticket price may not be much lower than the World Championship performance in Los Angeles.
After all, New York is the world's financial capital and the place with the largest number of rich people in the world. The consumption capacity here is higher than that in Los Angeles.
Not to mention just one concert, even if he held ten consecutive concerts here, all the tickets would be sold out.
pity!
Wang Qian shook his head regretfully and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I just want to go home early. The saxophone piece I just played is a true reflection of my mood. Therefore, I can't perform live in New York. I'll find another opportunity later... Thank you for your support!"
The young man looked regretful and said to Wang Qian: "That's a pity. Thank you, professor!"
After saying that, the young man sat down and stopped talking.
Next second.
A dense crowd of arms suddenly appeared at the scene.
Thousands of hands were raised, and pairs of eyes looked at Wang Qian expectantly.
Almost everyone at the scene raised their hands, hoping to be chosen by Wang Qian to personally name the last instrument that Wang Qian needed to play.
This time, many people wanted to participate, even the top music artists and celebrities and wealthy people in the first few rows, most of them raised their hands.
Even Ononga, who had just suggested playing the pan flute to Wang Qian, raised his hand. George and Melon, who had already eased the embarrassment, also raised their hands, wanting to personally increase the difficulty for Wang Qian.
Wang Qian leaned against the desk, looked at everyone with ease, and said calmly: "Well, it seems that everyone can't wait for me to play the last piece, so that we can end it. Then... I will draw one now."
“To be honest, I really like the pan flute that Mr. Ononga just gave me. The music played by this instrument is very beautiful... I hope the next one will be just as beautiful.”
Thousands of hands were raised even more vigorously.
If it were an ordinary university class, everyone would probably speak up and fight for it.
Here, everyone just raised their hands quietly, not allowing themselves to be rude.
Wang Qian saw that almost all the familiar faces he knew raised their hands. He immediately smiled at the sisters Qin Xuerong and Qin Xuehong, then moved his finger and pointed at a strong middle-aged man in a suit sitting in the front. It was obvious that he did not have the temperament of a musical artist.
The middle-aged man stood up in surprise and said excitedly: "God, I didn't expect that you would really choose me, Professor."
The others put down their hands with regret and looked back at the middle-aged man, many of them with surprise on their faces.
Because almost everyone at the scene knew this middle-aged man!
Wang Qian said lightly: "Relax, what's your name?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise: "Professor, don't you recognize me? I followed you all the way from Los Angeles. Except for the first show you missed, I watched all your performances in Los Angeles, and I was always in the second row!"
Wang Qian frowned, stared at the middle-aged man and thought for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, there were a lot of people there, and I was concentrating during the performance, so I didn't remember you."
Other people at the scene also looked at Wang Qian in surprise. Almost no one expected that Wang Qian actually didn't know this middle-aged man.
Qin Xuehong whispered to Qin Xuerong, "Wang Qian doesn't even know the tech geek Mark. Doesn't he read the news? This guy makes the headlines every once in a while, and he's currently ranked third on the list of the world's top ten richest people. There's no one in the world with an internet connection who doesn't know him."
Qin Xuerong stared at Wang Qian with her bright eyes, and said calmly, "What's so strange about not knowing him? Wang Qian used to be very low-key and didn't watch the news much. He didn't know many big-name celebrities in China, so it's not surprising that he doesn't know a North American technology fanatic."
Jiang Yu said softly: "Yes, Professor Wang has always paid little attention to information other than himself. This is a manifestation of absolute self-confidence, believing that he is the center of the world..."
Murong Yue: "Professor Wang is awesome! I just don't know if this tech geek will deliberately embarrass Professor Wang. When I was studying in North America, I saw a news report that Mark made the president lose face! He doesn't give face to anyone, so he is called a madman!"
"Professor Wang doesn't know him, he might be angry..."
Everyone in the Chinese delegation looked at Wang Qian with concern, and then looked at Mark who was standing there.
Mark also stared at Wang Qian, trying to find out if Wang Qian was teasing him, but he found that Wang Qian's face was full of seriousness and his eyes were pure without any complicated thoughts. This made him, who had seen countless people, know that Wang Qian did not lie to him and really did not know him.
This made Mark speechless, and he really wanted to ask Wang Qian, "Did you just come out of the primeval forest?"
Obviously, he couldn't really ask Wang Qian such a question in this situation, so he could only introduce himself helplessly: "Hello, professor. My name is Mark, and I'm from Los Angeles."
Wang Qian searched for the name Mark in his mind and found that he really had no impression of it. He asked directly: "Okay, Mark, thank you for your support. You decide the last instrument I play. Have you decided?"
There was a hint of playful smile in Mark's eyes.
Everyone else looked at Mark enviously.