Qin Xuerong complained to her sister Qin Xuehong, "Every time I give a lecture, I have to sign autographs for so many people... It's tiring to give lectures, and I have to write calligraphy for them! It's too much to ask for. Next time I give a lecture, I'll tell the school to let everyone leave immediately after class. No more autographs!"
Qin Xuerong felt very distressed when she saw Wang Qian standing there writing calligraphy seriously.
Wang Qian has been too tired recently, and Qin Xuerong just hopes that Wang Qian can have a good rest now.
What she didn't know was that Wang Qian was even more tired than she thought.
Qin Xuehong also frowned with some distress, and said softly: "Next time we go back to the Central Conservatory of Music to give a lecture, we will tell Aunt He that it's over when we're done, and don't sign autographs, it's too tiring."
The two looked at He Chaohui who was not far away. At this time, He Chaohui was chatting with the senior management of the Juilliard School, having detailed discussions on the Chinese Folk Music Department that was about to be opened at the Juilliard School.
Dawson, Hoffman and Taylor also went over to talk to He Chaohui about the same thing.
Dawson took direct action this time without saying anything to Wang Qian. He wanted to make something and then tell Wang Qian, which would have a better effect.
Sophia was the first to get the signature. She picked up the notebook and looked at the beautiful and natural calligraphy words written by Wang Qian. She said happily, "Thank you, Professor! By the way, Professor, your lecture today was so wonderful. There are so many things to understand. I think we need enough time to understand it."
"It would be nice if your next lecture after you return home could be a little later."
Wang Qian said calmly, "Aren't you studying opera?"
Sophia said seriously, "Although I am studying opera, I have also passed the exams for the piano and conducting departments of the Juilliard School. In fact, I am also Professor Max's piano student. The pieces you played today were very wonderful and continuous. I think no one in the world can understand your pieces thoroughly in such a short time."
"That will affect the effectiveness of your next class."
After hearing what Sophia said, several pianists around nodded in agreement.
What Wang Qian played and demonstrated in this class were all valuable stuff, enough for them to study for a year or two.
but.
Wang Qian shook his head and said, "That's your business. If you can't do it, then I can only say that your talent is too weak. Because this series of songs is just my initial attempt. In fact, I still have more ideas about classical music that have not been realized."
Sophia instantly asked excitedly: "Professor, what is it?"
Wang Qian looked at the people behind him who were just as interested and not in a hurry to get autographs, and waved his hand and said, "I don't know for now, I haven't figured out a complete idea yet. Let's talk about it later. Now you move aside, I'll sign autographs for the people behind me..."
Sophia looked a little regretful and disappointed. She bowed slightly to Wang Qian, said thank you again, and then turned and left. As soon as she turned around, she picked up the brush calligraphy that Wang Qian had just written and looked at it carefully. With her artistic sense, she could clearly feel the artistic conception and beauty of these calligraphy fonts.
This kind of artistic conception and beauty was overwhelming, which she had never felt in several masterpieces of oil paintings by masters worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
For a moment, Sophia became interested in Chinese culture, and she made up her mind to enroll in a Chinese class when she returned to learn the language well, and then get to know Chinese culture in more detail.
The second signature was from Rodin from the Paris Conservatory.
Luo Dan respectfully placed the brand new notebook he had prepared on the table in front of Wang Qian with both hands and said admiringly: "Professor, your musical talent makes me tremble!"
Wang Qian replied calmly: "Thank you."
Then, he picked up the pen and quickly wrote his signature and the time of signing on the notebook, indicating the next step.
Rodin seemed a little disappointed. He wanted to chat more with Wang Qian and apologize for what he had said in front of the media before.
He said that Wang Qian has nothing except talent!
However, he now knew clearly that Wang Qian's talent and strength were so powerful that they were beyond his understanding.
He looked up but couldn't see Wang Qian's back.
Unfortunately, Wang Qian never paid attention to those messy hypes and reports, and at this moment he was too lazy to chat with them one by one.
"Thank you, Professor..."
"Professor, your handwriting is so beautiful!"
"Professor, how long have you been in contact with calligraphy fonts?"
"Professor, this is the most beautiful writing I have ever seen. Chinese writing is truly magical."
"Professor, is that electronic instrument Mark brought fun?"
…
Strange questions arose one after another, and Wang Qian answered them casually.
The first ten people finally finished signing, and Wang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, put down his brush and sat down.
Old Xie skillfully put away the four treasures of the study and said, "Professor, next time you come to North America, come visit me at my home."
Wang Qian nodded: "If I have time, I will go."
Old Xie knew that Wang Qian was very busy at the moment, and also knew that Wang Qian was very tired and would probably go home after finishing, so he did not waste Wang Qian's time and directly packed up and prepared to leave.
Xie Fanghua came up to help Grandpa Xie get things and bowed to Wang Qian again to express his gratitude.
"Professor... can you write that kind of words for me?"
Wang Qian had just sat down when Mark, who was standing in line in front of him, said with a little embarrassment.
Old Xie was so skilled at packing up that Mark had no time to stop him.
Seeing that Lao Xie had taken all the things away, Mark still looked at Wang Qian with a glimmer of hope.
To be honest, he is not an artist and his appreciation for works of art is just so-so. He prefers studying science and appearing on TV shows to hype himself up.
The reason I want to collect a work of Wang Qian is just for the sake of having it.
After all, with Wang Qian's current status and achievements in the literary and art circles, any collector would be proud to collect a work of Wang Qian.
pity.
Wang Qian looked at Mark and shook his head, saying, "Sorry, the calligraphy signing has ended. There are only ten spots left! By the way, Mr. Mark, don't forget to take your Tremolo away later!"
Mark handed Wang Qian the notebook his assistant had prepared for him. "I'll give you that violin, Professor. There are only four or five people in the world who can play the tremolo. But you play it the best. I think you are the most suitable person to own it."
Wang Qian picked up the pen and quickly wrote down his name and time, then handed the notebook and the box containing the Tremolo to Mark, and said solemnly: "Thank you Mr. Mark for your kindness, but forget it, I will return it to its original owner."
Mark smiled awkwardly and then quickly regained his confident smile, took the things and said, "Okay, professor, goodbye!"
Wang Qian: "Goodbye!"
Mark originally wanted to stay and talk to Wang Qian about other business matters to see if there was any possibility of cooperation.
After all, Wang Qian is extremely popular all over the world now, and he has several super potential startups.
Mark felt that Wang Qian was simply wasting his popularity and the company's potential!
If the operation were left to him, Wang Qian's wealth could at least double quickly.
However, seeing that Wang Qian's attitude towards him was rather cold, Mark, who had always been proud and conceited, was not interested in trying to please someone so he turned around and left immediately, handing Wang Qian's autograph notebook and box to his assistant. It was obvious that he did not really want Wang Qian's autograph.
When Wang Qian saw this scene, he did not show any emotion, but continued to sign autographs for the next person calmly!
When everyone gets Wang Qian’s autograph, they will carefully look at the Chinese characters he wrote, and then they will be slightly impressed.
Even when writing with a fountain pen, Wang Qian can create a different kind of beauty.
The so-called artist is probably best at forcibly discovering all kinds of beauty...
Ononga looked at the Chinese characters written by Wang Qian and said in admiration: "What beautiful characters, it's a pity that I can't learn them. Professor, I hope to have the opportunity to invite you to visit our tribe."
Wang Qian smiled and said, "Thank you. I don't think I'll have this opportunity. I can imagine how busy I will be in the second half of my life."
Ononga said with understanding: “Yes, the whole world is focusing on you and is eager to hear your heart’s work, including me…”
Wang Qian: “Thank you!”
Ononga didn't say much and just left with his signature.
…
Christine took Wang Qian's signature, looked at Wang Qian hopefully and said, "Professor, I have made an appointment for your class in Hua Xia. I hope to get your signature again then."
Wang Qian looked at Kristine's obvious eyes, dodged slightly, felt the pain in his waist, and said softly: "Of course."
Christine nodded and smiled, "Then it's settled."
After saying that, Christine turned around and left without staying for long.
Green, who was behind, took Wang Qian's signature and asked directly: "Professor, I want to develop in China. What do you think? I heard that you have an entertainment group under your umbrella. Can I join?"
Wang Qian looked up at Green's angelic face and his devilish figure that couldn't be hidden even in a casual T-shirt, and asked in surprise, "Why do you want to develop in China? I know that European and American singers don't focus on the Chinese market."
Green said confidently: "I believe I can do it."
The sisters Qin Xuerong and Qin Xuehong behind him frowned slightly and stared at Green vigilantly, but did not speak in this crowded place. They just stood quietly behind Wang Qian.
Wang Qian looked at Green and said, "My suggestion is that you continue to develop in North America. You will definitely become a world queen in the future."
Green said confidently: "I think I am already a world-class queen! Professor, I want to join your company, will you accept me?"
Wang Qian shook his head and said, "My company cannot provide you with any business assistance!"
Green: "I don't care about that. I can contact the business myself!"
Wang Qian smiled bitterly and said, "Then there is no need for you to sign a contract with the company. It's a waste..."
Green wanted to say something, but seeing that Wang Qian's eyes were clear and calm, and that there were people queuing up behind him for autographs, he smiled apologetically at Wang Qian, turned around and left, walking out of the auditorium with Christine.
The signing lasted about an hour.
Watching the last autograph-seeker leave...
Qin Xuerong hurried over to rub Wang Qian's wrist: "Are you tired?"
Wang Qian did feel his wrist was sore, and shook his head: "It's okay, let's go, have a meal, and rest for a while, then we should go to the airport..."
Qin Xuehong, Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Zhao Wei and He Fulin were all waiting there.
Juliet was still chatting with her father, obviously saying goodbye.
Max came up to Wang Qian and said, "Professor, how about taking a break and attending the academy's dinner before leaving? It's been a long time since so many world-class musicians have gathered together."
Max implicitly stated that this was a gathering of the world's top music artists. As Wang Qian now needed fame to become a music master, he should not miss such a gathering. With the aftertaste of the lecture just now, he could once again consolidate his position in the music and art world at the dinner.
However, Wang Qian shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'd better go back early. I think you can have fun without me."
With Wang Qian around, others might not be able to let go.
After all, they are all music artists and have taken Wang Qian’s classes. Who would dare to show off their skills in front of Wang Qian
At that time, Wang Qian might have to perform a one-man show on stage again.
So, Wang Qian didn't want to participate.
Max thought about it and knew that it was true. Without Wang Qian, everyone might be more active. Seeing Wang Qian's firm refusal, he stopped trying to persuade him: "Okay, professor, I wish you a safe journey. I have just had a preliminary chat with the people from the Huaxia delegation about the construction of the Huaxia Folk Music Department."
“We had a great chat.”
Letting go of his inner resistance and simply appreciating Chinese folk music as a musical art, Max actually really likes Chinese folk music.
In his opinion, traditional Chinese folk music has obviously passed the stage of pure high art and has developed into the folk stage, integrating music into folk customs. Each instrument has its national representativeness and the story behind it.
This kind of folk background is not possessed by most European musical instruments.
For example, there is no background story for instruments like the piano and saxophone. We just wanted to make an instrument like that, so we made it and that's it. There are not too many national characteristics incorporated into it, and there is no profound historical heritage.
In traditional Chinese folk music, every musical instrument can bring out a piece of national history.
When Max was learning about Chinese folk music, he found that he had also learned about Chinese history at the same time, and he had even more admiration and respect for China's thousands of years of civilization.
At this moment, he was truly convinced and wanted to develop folk music at the Juilliard School!
Such musical art should occupy a place in the field of European and American music art!
He Chaohui walked over and gave Wang Qian a slight bow: "Professor Wang, thank you for everything you have done for us!"
Wang Qian hurriedly helped He Chaohui up with both hands: "Director He, your words are too serious. Don't do this!"
He Chaohui said seriously: "I am not exaggerating. Professor Wang, your contribution to the development of Chinese folk music is absolutely historic. Our entire Chinese folk music community will remember your contribution."
Wang Qian smiled casually and didn't discuss the topic.
A few people chatted and prepared to leave.
Not far away, Elsa and Red walked over.