At the entrance of the Central Conservatory of Music campus.
This place is also the focus of world attention at this moment.
Even though it was already late, because Wang Qian had just arrived, there were still a large number of media and self-media from China and all over the world gathered at the door. There were also many fans gathered at the door, holding up various signs of support.
China's number one music and arts college has finally presented itself in a positive light to the world.
Previously, although the Central Conservatory of Music was ranked among the top 50 music and art academies in the world, it was barely considered to have entered the threshold of a world-renowned music school.
However, people in many music and art fields in Europe and the United States have always been indifferent to the Central Conservatory of Music, and many even mock it.
This time, media from all over the world, as well as artists in the field of music and art, reported and described the Central Conservatory of Music in positive terms.
After all, they all came to the Central Conservatory of Music to attend the classes this time. If they continue to belittle the Central Conservatory of Music, it would be tantamount to belittling themselves.
If you are useless, why bother coming to attend classes
so!
At this time, when they were facing interviews from various media, they tried their best to say something nice about Wang Qian and CACON, but they did not praise them too much.
A middle-aged man in a suit came out. He had come here two days ago and was temporarily living in the Central Conservatory of Music. When he arrived at the school gate, he was blocked by many Chinese media at the gate: "Sir, are you a musician who came to listen to the class? Where are you from?"
The middle-aged man said calmly, "I'm from North America, from the Manhattan School of Music. This time I received an invitation from the Central Conservatory of Music to listen to Professor Wang Qian's class."
Huaxia Media quickly asked again: "Sir, have you ever attended Professor Wang's class in New York? What do you think of Professor Wang's class?"
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said cautiously, "In fact, I have not only attended Professor Wang's lectures at the Juilliard School in New York, but I have also attended his lectures at the Curtis Institute. So, I will not miss his lecture at the Central Conservatory of Music this time. As for evaluation, I may not be qualified to give him an evaluation. I can only say that my feeling is that it is incomparable."
"His class made me feel like I was a beginner in music, and he was already at the end. Every word he said seemed to be explaining the truth of music."
It was obvious that the middle-aged man had been completely conquered by Wang Qian, so he praised him highly.
Several Chinese media were very satisfied with this answer. As Chinese media, they naturally hoped to hear foreigners praising Wang Qian and CACON. Only by reporting it in this way can they attract the attention and happiness of many people, and thus attract traffic.
If someone deliberately insults, then such an interview will most likely not be released. Even if it is released, it will be restricted by the platform and will not be spread on a large scale.
Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue stood aside, quietly waiting for the reply from the Central Conservatory of Music and listening to many interviews nearby.
Jia Fuqing naturally didn't understand English, but Zhang Yue did. He had translated famous foreign works in his early years, so he had a deep understanding of English and could clearly hear all the conversations of several music artists from Europe and the United States who were being interviewed next to him.
Hearing these conversations, basically all of them were in favor of Wang Qian, with occasional praise for CACON. A hint of pride flashed across Zhang Yue's face, after all, he was a Chinese.
Jia Fuqing asked in a low voice: "What are they talking about?"
Zhang Yue briefly described it and concluded: "The foreigners who come here now are basically all fans and supporters of Professor Wang Qian abroad. No one says anything bad about him. This is the first time in my life that I have seen a Chinese literary and artistic worker achieve such success abroad."
Jia Fuqing's face also flashed with a hint of pride and complex emotions, and he said softly: "Talented people emerge in every generation. When we meet him later, we should be more humble, after all, we are the ones who come to visit. Just based on the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he can be regarded as a god in the field of literature."
"Then I will ask him to give a lecture at Northwestern University."
"He went to Zhejiang University, he went to Shuangxing University, and he will also go to Shuimu and Beijing University this time! Our Northwest University cannot fall behind. Otherwise, after he has visited all the other schools, he will leave our Northwest University behind. How will people in the future view our school?"
Although Jia Fuqing no longer holds a position at Northwestern University, he knows that his roots are still there, so he pays close attention to this.
Moreover, when he came, the president of Northwest University visited him personally, hoping that he could invite Wang Qian to give lectures at Northwest University during his visit to Beijing.
Because the official invitation sent to Wang Qian by the president of Northwest University did not receive any response.
He could only hope that with Jia Fuqing's face, he could successfully invite Wang Qian to visit.
Otherwise, Northwestern University’s reputation in the field of literature may decline in the future.
Now in the academic circle, some people have listed the schools where Wang Qian gave lectures, and ranked them in order of priority...
Although everyone knows that this ranking order is completely nonsense, after it has been passed around for a long time, some people begin to believe it.
In particular, many of Wang Qian's fans and literary supporters will gradually believe in this order, and over time, it may become the noun order recognized by everyone.
This is Wang Qian’s current influence in the field of literary academia.
Zhang Yue said seriously, "Wang Qian and I will discuss calligraphy later. If I can get a piece of his calligraphy, it will be worth the trip."
Jia Fuqing thought about it and nodded in approval.
No matter how much they look down on Wang Qian due to the deep-rooted seniority-based thinking in their hearts, they have to admit that Wang Qian's achievements in calligraphy and literature are indeed unparalleled in contemporary times.
It is no exaggeration to say that there have been few people who can match him in the past few hundred years.
The original handwriting of a calligraphy master is definitely worth collecting and passing on to the next generation as a family heirloom.
The two were chatting.
A young, beautiful and slightly reserved woman wearing the Central Conservatory of Music uniform walked out of the school gate. She exuded an artistic atmosphere.
Both of them eyes lit up.
They know it's coming.
The person who came was Jiang Yu.
They had seen Wang Qian's performance, so they naturally recognized Jiang Yu at a glance.
However, the current Jiang Yu was completely different from the rock girl on the stage. She had the aura of an artistic family all over her body. She walked in front of the two people with elegant and steady steps, bowed slightly, and said with a slightly distant tone: "Are you Senior Jia Fuqing and Senior Zhang Yue?"
Jia Fuqing didn't say anything, still acting like a senior. He glanced at the school gate and saw that Wang Qian did not come, but only asked Jiang Yu to pick them up. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Although his seniority and achievements are not among the highest in the current Chinese literary circle, he is one of the most senior in the Northwest literary circle.
Even if Wang Qian is famous and accomplished, he is still a junior after all. Shouldn't we come to greet him in person
Zhang Yue knew that the teacher might be unhappy, so he stepped forward to block the teacher behind him and said to Jiang Yu: "Yes, this is my teacher Jia Fuqing, I am Zhang Yue, please trouble Miss Jiang to pick us up. Is Professor Wang resting?"
Jiang Yu shook his head: "Professor Wang just came into the room and sat down. He heard that someone was visiting, so he asked me to come over and take a look."
Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Sorry to bother you, Miss Jiang, for disturbing Professor Wang's rest."
Jiang Yu said calmly: "No trouble."
After saying that, Jiang Yu still stood there.
Jia Fuqing looked even more displeased.
Zhang Yue asked softly, "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"
Jiang Yu nodded and looked at a car approaching from a distance: "Well, there are more people who want to see Professor Wang than just you two!"
Zhang Yue looked at his teacher Jia Fuqing. Jia Fuqing frowned slightly, but still did not speak. He stood quietly aside. The two were thinking about who else would come to visit Wang Qian.
In their opinion, the person who could come to visit Wang Qian so soon must not be a master of Chinese studies from the Beijing circle.
It can only be someone from other places, like Jia Fuqing.
The cultural circle of Beijing is a place of first resort, with a history of hundreds of years. Many masters of Chinese studies here have family backgrounds in Chinese studies, so they have always considered themselves superior and looked down upon masters of Chinese studies from other regions.
No matter how great Wang Qian's achievements are in the world now, no matter how excellent the works Wang Qian published before were, and no matter that Wang Qian is the only master of calligraphy in the past few hundred years.
They only saw a little bit.
That is, Wang Qian is from another place, he is very young, has no qualifications, was born ordinary, has little background, and is not a professional, but a latecomer!
Therefore, they still looked down at Wang Qian from a high position.
For so long, there are only two people in the Beijing circle who have contacted Wang Qian. One is Li Xiyan and the other is Tao Zhishan. The two went there together.
Xue Zhenguo can only be considered as such.
Therefore, Jia Fuqing could be sure that the only person who could come to visit Wang Qian was an outsider.
Several local masters of Chinese studies in the Beijing circle are waiting for Wang Qian to visit them at home. Otherwise, how can they show their seniority and high status
Jia Fuqing had experienced this several times when he came to the capital.
Zhang Yue also experienced this when he came to Beijing.
So, the two were thinking about which foreign masters of Chinese studies were in the capital at that time!
soon.
The car drove over.
The car door opened.
Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were both slightly shocked, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.
The car door opened and Li Xiyan slowly got out. He looked around and saw the lively scene around him and the gathering of many media and fans, which made him slightly unhappy.
The one who followed behind was still an old man, it was Wen Cang Jian.
Li Xiyan glanced at Jia Fuqing, smiled and nodded at him, considering that he had met him. Then he handed a visiting card to Jiang Yu with both hands and said in a gentle voice, "Please, Miss Jiang, pass this visiting card to Professor Wang. Tomorrow, I will bring my junior brother Wen Cangjian to pay a formal visit."
Jiang Yu took the visiting card in surprise. As she grew up in Beijing and came from a family of literature and art, she naturally understood the ins and outs of this.
Handing over visiting cards is a courtesy that only occurs in literary and artistic families with a rich heritage.
This shows that Li Xiyan regards Wang Qian as a truly profound master of Chinese studies.
Moreover, generally speaking, when submitting a visiting card, one would just send one's disciples or juniors to deliver it. One would not deliver the card personally, as it would be considered redundant.
After all, you’ve come in person, so why go back and wait until the next day to visit again
There is no way Li Xiyan and Wen Cangjian were unaware of this.
However, they still came in person to show their respect for Wang Qian.
Li Xiyan is considered half a disciple of Wang Qian.
To show his respect to Wang Qian, he had to come in person.
Jiang Yu held the visiting card in both hands and nodded to Li Xiyan, "Okay, Mr. Li, I'll give it to Professor Wang."
Li Xiyan nodded, looked around the campus again, suppressed the urge to visit right away, and then said goodbye: "Then we'll leave first."
After saying that, Li Xiyan turned around and got into the car.
Wen Cangjian also smiled and nodded at Jiang Yu, then turned around and got into the car.
The car slowly drove away.
Neither Li Xiyan nor Wen Cangjian said a word to Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue beside them. They just nodded to express their opinions.
Jia Fuqing took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, then looked inside the campus in surprise.
He knew this Li Xiyan. He was a person second only to several masters of Chinese studies in Beijing, and he was also a newly-promoted master of calligraphy. In the future, he would surely be one of the leading figures of Chinese studies in Beijing and one of the representatives in the field of calligraphy.
Such a person came to hand in a visiting card in person and will visit Wang Qian again tomorrow.
And when Jia Fuqing stood in front of others, no one was too lazy to say a word to him.
This discrimination...
He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit, but then he noticed the name Wen Cangjian mentioned by Li Xiyan. He thought about it for a while and was slightly shocked.
Buncang Ken, one of the three great literary masters of the island country, actually visited Wang Qian in person
This is completely different from what he experienced back then!
Jiang Yu watched Li Xiyan and Wen Cangjian leave, his mind quickly turning as he remembered who this Wen Cangjian was.
He is actually one of the three great literary masters of the island country
Jiang Yu frowned slightly, then continued to stand at the door.
Zhang Yue looked at the expression on teacher Jia Fuqing's face, then asked with a smile: "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"
Jiang Yu nodded: "Yes, some people also said they want to come over."
Jia Fuqing's face was calm, but anger flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Yue was about to speak.
Jiang Yu said to the two of them, "I'm sorry, both of you. Professor Wang may not have time to see you today. Please come back tomorrow, and it would be best if you can choose a time to come with Mr. Li Xiyan and the others, so as not to waste Professor Wang's time."
The expressions on Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue's faces could no longer hold back, and they both became serious and gloomy.
Zhang Yue's tone turned cold: "Are you saying that we made a wasted trip today?"
Jiang Yu was not fond of the two. She knew clearly that when Wang Qian first published the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were the most active in boycotting and belittling Wang Qian, although they later deleted their comments one after another.
However, the Internet has memory, and so does she.
If she was not afraid to disobey Wang Qian's words, she would have wanted to chase them away and told them not to come.
Jiang Yu also looked at him calmly and said, "Professor Wang didn't invite you. If Professor Wang wants to meet everyone who comes, then Professor Wang doesn't have to do anything else. Can he just stand at the door to meet you?"
call…
Jia Fuqing's breathing became rapid, his face flushed, his eyes stared at Jiang Yu, his fingers trembled slightly, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.
He hadn't been treated like this for decades, and hadn't been so rudely criticized in decades.
Zhang Yue saw that the teacher was in a bad mood, and hurried forward to support Jia Fuqing.
At this time, another car drove over and stopped.