Chapter 310 308. Tired, don't want to! Public invitation!

  As one of the world's top music artists!

  In this kind of public occasion of other people's concerts, you will definitely maintain etiquette and respect.

   This is the basic accomplishment of an artist.

  This is also the reason why so many people in the audience raised their hands again and again, but they were all ignored by Wang Cheng, but no one made a sound.

because…

  The people who come here are all music artists or upper-class people, and they will maintain such basic respect and etiquette.

  And the principal of the world's top music school like Howard, who is also the top music artist, will maintain his reputation.

   But now...

  Howard really couldn't bear it at this time.

   It can be seen that the other top music artists from Europe and the United States around him are also blushing, obviously wanting to say something to vent.

   All eyes in the audience were on Wang Cheng, on Howard...

  Looking forward to the first communication in Wang Cheng's solo concert today.

  Although Howard speaks English, most people on the scene can basically communicate with each other without barriers. Wang Cheng on the stage is also very proficient in English.

Hearing Howard's words, Wang Cheng still held the thermos easily, took another sip of water, and then closed the lid. Then he looked at Howard and said lightly: " What do you want to say?"

  Howard was slightly relieved, at least Wang Cheng was willing to communicate with him.

only…

  Wang Cheng spoke pure Mandarin Chinese, which he couldn’t understand at all, not only he couldn’t understand it, but Charles and others around him couldn’t understand it either.

  Howard's face flashed with doubts, and then he said with a pleading tone: "Mr. Wang Cheng, I can't understand what you are saying, can you speak English?"

  Wang Cheng put down the thermos gently, and said in a calm tone: "It's your fault if you don't understand."

  Wang Cheng still spoke Mandarin. Although he answered Howard, Howard still couldn't understand.

  Charles and Claude, Scott, Hanks, Muller and others are full of helplessness.

   Fortunately...

  Charles quickly said to Professor Haixi behind: "Where is the translator? Hurry up and find someone who can translate!"

  Professor Haixi immediately waved to Zheng Yun, a talented contestant from Shanghai not far away, and said, "Ms. Zheng Yun, please act as an interpreter when you come!"

   Zheng Yun was just a little transparent on this occasion, and had no chance to speak at all, and didn't even have the chance to sit in the front row. At this moment, Professor Haixi suddenly called her name and pointed at herself in a daze: "Me?"

  Professor Haixi nodded immediately: "Yes, hurry up!"

  Zheng Yun stood up and saw Fan Yu not far away. Han Feng and other professors and leaders of Magic Sound all gave her crazy winks and told her to go up quickly.

  However, Zheng Yun looked at Wang Cheng with questioning eyes. Without Wang Cheng's consent, she would not dare to act as the interpreter!

after all…

  Wang Cheng was just one step away from becoming a music master. It is no exaggeration to say that she is the number one person in classical music in the world, but she dare not be presumptuous.

  Wang Cheng saw Zheng Yun, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

  Zheng Yun was so excited that she almost jumped up in an instant. She knew that this was definitely a rare opportunity, so she immediately walked from her seat to the front and stood in the empty seat between the first row and the stage.

  Almost everyone around looked at Zheng Yun with envy, especially Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, An Keru, Han Xiao, Lin Mi and others, all wishing to go up and replace them.

But…

  They knew that on such an occasion, they did not dare to act recklessly, not because they were afraid of offending the upper-class people and music artists at the scene, but because they were afraid of being rejected by Wang Cheng and leaving a bad impression on Wang Cheng.

  Howard immediately said to Zheng Yun: "Please translate it. I want to ask Mr. Wang Cheng a few questions!"

   Before Zheng Yun could speak, Wang Cheng on the stage said flatly again: "You can just say it."

Howard was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Wang Cheng's English level should be good, but he didn't want to say it. He was slightly dissatisfied at the moment, but when he thought of all the works Wang Cheng played just now, the dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated instantly, and he didn't waste time right now. Said: "Mr. Wang Cheng, may I ask, are all the works you played tonight composed by yourself?"

  Since he had obtained the opportunity to talk to Wang Cheng by virtue of his shamelessness, Howard simply lowered his face and asked as many questions as possible in his heart.

  Zheng Yun moved her lips and was about to translate, but when she thought that Wang Cheng could understand, she immediately shut up and looked at Wang Cheng with anticipation!

  Everyone on the scene also stared at Wang Cheng, looking forward to the highest level of dialogue at the World Classical Music Festival.

  Wang Cheng faced the gaze of more than 3,000 people, his expression remained unchanged, he was still so relaxed and casual, and his voice was still flat: "Yes!"

  When Zheng Yun heard Wang Cheng's answer, her pretty face flushed slightly with excitement, and she immediately said in English: "yes!"

  Although, everyone knows the answer.

Each of these works played by Wang Cheng is definitely a masterpiece, and is qualified to be handed down as a classic. The following ten piano pieces are a complete and groundbreaking series. For other people's works, who would be willing to become Wang Cheng by being anonymous?

  There is no such selfless person in the world!

  So, it can only be created by Wang Cheng himself...

   It's just that they still want Wang Cheng's personal answer to be sure.

   At this time, Wang Cheng's affirmative answer made all of them feel certain, and they looked at Wang Cheng with a lot of admiration and respect again.

Howard also took a deep breath, calmed himself down as much as possible, and asked again: "Mr. Wang Cheng, how did you manage to practice so many musical instruments to the top level in history? How did you create so many musical instruments with so many musical instruments?" Excellent work?"

  The scene became extremely silent again, and everyone's eyes were on Wang Cheng.

  Charles, Hanks, Hessie, Heidi and everyone's eyes can't wait to eat Wang Cheng...

  Wang Cheng still said relaxedly: "It's just practice, there is no secret! You can do it with more practice!"

   Simple and easy answer…

  Xu Chaohua, Tian Wen, Fan Yu and others all smiled wryly when they heard this.

  Zheng Yun also smiled wryly, and then said it in English.

  Howard, Charles and others also smiled wryly after hearing this...

  Who here doesn't know how to practice more?

but…

  They practiced all their lives, but they failed to reach Wang Cheng's level.

  This question obviously has no answer.

because…

  Everyone's talent is different, so the effect of practice is naturally different.

   It's just that they all instinctively want to know if Wang Cheng has some special method.

  It's like many ordinary people want to know if music geniuses like Haixi have any special practice methods.

   However, in front of Wang Cheng, many musical geniuses and top music artists present have become ordinary people...

  So, after they got Wang Cheng's answer, they were only a little helpless and not too disappointed.

Howard immediately cleared up his mood and continued to ask: "Mr. Wang Cheng. I don't know much about Huaxia's national musical instruments, so I dare not comment. However, your piano performance just now is definitely the greatest piano performance in the past hundred years. , No one. You have stepped into the ranks of greatness with one foot, why did you stop? I think, you have the strength, the ability, to become one of the greatest music artists, why don't you keep going?"

   This is the question of almost everyone on the scene who understands music art.

  Wang Cheng has already stepped into the ranks of music masters, why did he stop?

Xu Chaohua, Fan Yu, Tian Wen and other domestic music artists, whether they are folk music or western musical instruments, all looked at Wang Cheng with doubts and expectations. On this matter, they both agreed and hoped that Wang Cheng It can become a music master and raise the Chinese music art to a higher level.

Chinese classical music art is not popular in the world, because in the eyes of European and American music art circles, China is a desert area of ​​music art, and does not admit that there is any music art here, and a few people admit it only for profit, not sincerity admit.

If Wang Cheng can become a master of music and art and prove himself in front of the whole world, it will have an earthquake-like impact on the world and on China's music and art field, and it can instantly elevate China's music and art field to a higher international level. The exchange and integration of Eastern and Western music art...

  This is good for music artists of folk music and western instruments.

Can…

  Why did Wang Cheng stop when he made a final move?

   Facing thousands of pairs of puzzled eyes.

  Wang Cheng didn't feel the slightest pressure, didn't pay attention to their gazes, instead turned around and continued to look at the musical instruments on the shelf, and then replied calmly: "I'm tired of playing the piano, I don't want to think about it anymore."

  Tired, don't want to...

Forehead…

  All those present who understood were speechless.

Zheng Yun was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to translate it for a while, because this answer, she knew it was a bit shocking, but Howard and others next to her looked at her expectantly, Zheng Yun could only say helplessly: "He said playing the piano It’s been too long, I’m too tired, I don’t want to play anymore…”

Howard, Charles, Hanks, Muller and other European and American music artists, as well as young geniuses such as Heidi, Phipps, Eva, Yunna, etc., all had a sluggish look on their faces, staring at Wang Cheng's back.

  They can accept Wang Cheng's answer that he said he was not ready and not enough to prove himself a master, and he will continue next time, or he can accept that he is not in a good state, and he will continue his answer next time...

  However, the only thing I can’t accept is that I’m tired and I don’t want to answer like this!

  Such an answer proves that Wang Cheng is really capable and has the strength to achieve greatness.

   But, he didn't want to do it.

   And this is the realm that generations of top music geniuses have been pursuing in Europe and America for one or two hundred years?

  But this 19-year-old Huaxia boy, obviously has the strength, ability, and opportunity to do it, but he just doesn't want to do it?

tired?

  They don't believe it!

  No one present believed this reason.

   They all thought this was an excuse Wang Cheng made up casually.

One or two hours of a concert is nothing at all. Some performers’ concerts may last for half a day. Of course, this half-day is not always performed by him alone. There are also many concertos and symphony performances, etc. There will be a lot of breaks in between...

  It has only been a little over an hour and a half since Wang Cheng's recital started. Although he is playing alone, for a nineteen-year-old boy, he will definitely not be too tired to continue.

  Besides, in the face of the temptation of preaching master musicians, what is it even if you are a little tired?

  If Howard gets such an opportunity, even if he is too tired to raise his hands, even if his limbs will be amputated after the performance, he will continue to persevere!

  Howard looked at Wang Cheng's back, and saw that Wang Cheng seemed to start picking other instruments. He opened his mouth several times, and finally asked, "Mr. Wang Cheng, do you know what you missed? You should have achieved greatness..."

  Wang Cheng didn't look back, and said in a flat tone: "Is this important?"

   Does it matter?

   This rhetorical question made everyone else on the scene speechless again, becoming extremely silent.

   Zheng Yun translated to Howard in a low voice—is it important?

  Howard was speechless again, and then stood there silent. For a while, many questions and thoughts in his heart seemed to be unable to speak out, and became meaningless.

  It seems that what they have pursued all their lives has no meaning anymore.

  Zheng Yun stood in the middle anxiously, wanted to leave, but dared not, wondering if the conversation was over.

  At the same time, everyone else insisted on raising their hands, hoping to get a chance to talk to Wang Cheng.

  However, no one asked questions directly like Howard, and they still maintained etiquette and respect.

otherwise…

   There were 3,000 people in the audience, all scrambling to speak. Isn’t that a vegetable market?

   After a few seconds of silence...

  Howard was a little disheartened.

  However, Charles next to him touched Howard's shoulder and whispered, "College!"

Howard woke up instantly, remembering that besides his identity as a pianist, he was also the dean of Curtis Institute, and he was also tasked with revitalizing and developing Curtis Institute. He summoned up his courage again and continued: "Sir, As the dean of Curtis College, I would like to extend an invitation to you."

"We are willing to hire you to be the first dean of our college. You can enjoy all the powers that a dean should have. You can determine everything in the college. At the same time, I can make the decision and give you an annual salary of at least 10 million U.S. dollars. If you are right If you are not satisfied with the annual salary, you can still discuss it!"

   "I hope that our college can become great together with you, Mr. Wang Cheng..."

  Anyway, etiquette and face have been put aside, Howard also broke his cans, and directly invited Wang Cheng as the dean of Curtis College, and the conditions he offered shocked the 3,000 people present.

   But this time...

   It's like stabbing a hornet's nest.

  The leading professors of several music academies in China, as well as several world-class music academies in Europe and America, were not happy.

  (end of this chapter)