don't call me singer

Chapter 1895 Mr. Anton Jovem never said

Yofum never expected that he was this so-called teacher!

I was eating melons with great interest, but it turned out that I ate my own melons, and I ate melons on my own head. This is probably the feeling.

Yofum, who suddenly sprayed coffee, got the sideways glances of the four young people next to him. It was not too late for Yofum to spray coffee, but he still coughed violently for a long time and was choked.

The service staff of the coffee shop came over and wanted to say something, Yofum waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then took a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Oh my god, eating a melon almost cost me my life.

This is so exciting.

Then he was even more confused. In his impression, he seemed to have no disciples, and he was at the Berlin University of the Arts.

There are not many people who can be regarded as his disciples, and most of them just pointed out casually. Anton Yofum is not a good teacher.

Even his intersection with the Berlin University of the Arts is not much, after all, Anton Joffm himself is not German.

After thinking about it for a long time, he vaguely remembered that two years ago, he was invited to teach at the Berlin University of the Arts. The hospitality was difficult but he was invited by an old-timer in the music industry, so he went anyway.

After that there was no other intersection.

Who is it that is pretending to be her own identity and bluffing...

Anton Yofum couldn't help shaking his head.

However, he is too lazy to take care of it. In fact, after his fame has grown, there are countless people who want to use his name to give himself money. If he really takes care of it, he can't do it.

But he felt very sad, he was clearly sitting here, and these people were still discussing himself, but they didn't realize his existence.

Alas, as expected, the second in the world has no cards.

Wait, it might be the third.

For the time being, it may be the fourth in the future.

The more I think about Anton Yofum, the sadder I feel.

Then, he heard another person say: "Didn't Mr. Anton Yofum also go to this performance, why did Mr. Anton Yofum accompany him?"

"Hey, do you need to say it? You gave too much, those local tyrants from the east, didn't you see that even Mr. Escobar went?"

"Is that right?"

"Of course, you see, there has never been a performance in the world where Mr. Escobar and Mr. Yufum can perform on the same stage. If it is not for money ability, how can it be possible for Mr. Anton Yufum to perform on the same stage? What about bending over?"

"It seems to be oh...but it's hard to imagine, Mr. Anton Yofum and Mr. Escobar, they will perform for money..."

"It's not like you don't know how rich Gu Xiaobai is. Art is higher than life, but artists also have to live..."

The young man sighed with a look of compassion.

"The disciple of Mr. Yofum told you all these?"

"Of course, we are good friends!" The young man patted his chest.

Hearing this, Yufum finally couldn't bear it any longer. He interrupted the bragging young man not far away, and said, "I didn't know that Mr. Anton Yufum had said those words you said?"

"He said he didn't, did you know or did I know?" The man turned his head and gave him a blank look, and sneered.

I……

Of course I know, because I am Anton Yofum!
Yofum wanted to say a few more words, but he felt helpless. He sighed deeply, put the money and tip next to the coffee, stood up, and was about to leave.

He thinks he's so pissed off that he doesn't need caffeine.

But what can he say?

People, after all, they are still not famous enough, and no one else knows me!

Obviously I showed my face on stage, why don't everyone know what I look like?

Alas, thinking about Gu Xiaobai's face-blind performance on the stage, Yofum felt...

Sure enough, I am a person who is not worthy of being remembered.

Seeing Yofum leaving with the piano case, the girl said, "Ah, he is carrying the piano case..."

It's still cold in Germany this season.

When he entered the door just now, Yofum was wearing a down jacket and a scarf. When he was indoors, he took off his clothes to reveal a Polo shirt underneath, which was no different from ordinary middle-aged and elderly people.

At this time, Yofum put on his coat and picked up the piano case, but it made the girl feel a little familiar.

"Oh, is he a musician too?"

"The person carrying the piano case may not necessarily be a musician, he may be repairing musical instruments." The boy's expression was a bit ugly, but he was still stubborn.

Next to it, a service staff came over: "Mr. Yofum, are you leaving now? Is there any dissatisfaction with our coffee?"

"No, the coffee is good, but I don't need coffee anymore." Yofum said.

The service staff opened the door for him and sent him away respectfully. Then he turned around and wondered, "What's wrong with Mr. Yofum? He looks very angry."

"Pfft, Mr. Yofum's temper is not very good, half of the day is angry..."

"However, when Mr. Yofum entered the door just now, he was in a good mood..."

The two complained quietly, seeing a few people staring at them, they quickly lowered their voices and hid aside.

Here, a few people look at me and look at you, and suddenly they don't know what to say.

A girl suddenly said, "I'm done eating, how about you?"

"Let's go, I'm done eating too." Another girl said.

The boy who was talking about running the train just now also planned to stand up, but the girl said: "We have something else to do, let's make an appointment later, let's go first."

"No, I'm not talking nonsense, my friend really said so..." The boy quickly chased after him.

Anton Yofum left the coffee shop and went straight to his home.

At this time, his exhaustion surged up, he insisted on taking a shower, and then fell asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the doorbell.

Because he had been away from home for too long, the maid at home had already been put on leave by Yofum, so he could only struggle to get up and open the door by himself.

With a feeling of getting up, Yofum opened the door and found that standing outside the door was a reporter who had interviewed him before.

"Mr. Yofum, I'm really bothering you, and I'm taking the liberty to visit..." the reporter said.

"What's the matter?" Yofum said unhappily.

To some extent, the waiter was right. Anton Yofum's temper was indeed not very good, and half of the day was full of anger.

It is also quite interesting that such a person has such high artistic attainments.

"That's right, Mr. Yofum, we want to do a special issue of "The King of the Ice Field". You are one of the witnesses and performers of "The King of the Ice Field" by Mr. Gu Xiaobai, so we would like to introduce you Do a direct interview and ask you a few questions..." There was a strange light in the reporter's eyes, as if he was expecting something.

Yofum is not a particularly sensitive person. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice say: "Mr. Yofum will not accept interviews in private. If reporters want to be interviewed, please attend our press conference." , I'm sorry, Mr. Yofum will be excused."

Yofum looked up and saw Wade Sherman, the manager of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, climbing upstairs in despair.

Panting, he came to the door, stopped the reporter, then grabbed Yofum and pulled him into the room.

Yofum was at a loss, what's the matter?
Mr. Sherman was a little upset, but he still controlled his anger. He lowered his voice and asked Yofum, "Mr. Yofum, did you make any high-level remarks?"

"What high theory?" Yofum was at a loss.

He had just woken up and hadn't had time to say anything yet.

"For Mr. Gu Xiaobai and his performance."

Yofum was even more at a loss.

"Didn't you say that Mr. Gu Xiaobai's performance is nothing more than a patchwork of inferior works, and that you attended only because you paid too much money?"

"Do you think I would say something like that?" Yofum asked.

Sherman didn't speak, but his expression was obvious.

I think that sounds a lot like what you said!

After all, everyone knows that Yofum ran to trouble Gu Xiaobai angrily before.

This guy has a bad temper and strong action, always offending people.

"You really didn't say that?" Sherman asked again, seeing that Yofum's expression didn't look like he was lying.

"Of course I didn't say it. I got off the plane after the performance last night. I only drank a cup of coffee on the way, and then I came back to sleep." Yofum asked again: "What happened?"

"You..." Sherman sighed, and said: "There is such a passage circulating on the Internet, saying that it was you who said it."

"Hey, I didn't say that." Yofum waved his hand, "Is it worth your haste to come here for this kind of thing?"

This sentence made Sherman burst into anger again.

does it worth?
I'm afraid you don't know anything about Gu Xiaobai's influence.

"Because of this sentence, our orchestra is about to be ruined!" Sherman didn't know whether to be happy or what to do, he grabbed Yofum and said, "Come on, come back with me to hold a press conference Press conference! Explain this clearly!"

If we don't clarify this matter, I'm afraid their residence will be demolished.

Yofum hurriedly changed his clothes, followed Sherman downstairs, and was startled when he went out.

At an unknown time, many people gathered outside the door.

Many of them also carried banners with some curse words written on them.

Most of the others were reporters. Seeing Yofum coming out and swarming him, Sherman quickly pulled him into a car and fled.

Yofum looked back dumbfounded.

He is in the classical music circle, where has he seen such a battle?
There are few people in the classical music circle, so I have never seen so many fans gather spontaneously, and they still have a posture of not giving up until they kill him.

Yofum felt that if there were not many people who knew his residence, bombs would have been planted outside the door by now.

At this moment, he really realized how terrifying Gu Xiaobai's popularity was.

On the Internet, it has exploded at the moment.

There are always many opponents of any person, regardless of his status or achievements.

Some people oppose for no other reason than to oppose, no matter how absurd the reasons for opposing are.

And the smaller the crowd, the more grouped and active they are, and the louder their voices appear to be.

No matter how wonderful, unimaginable, and subversive Gu Xiaobai's performance is, there will still be people who don't like him and want to prove that his performance is nothing more than that.

For these people, the words of Yofum circulating on the Internet became their biggest argument against Gu Xiaobai.

Because the speaker is authoritative enough and topical enough.

As for whether this sentence is true or not, who cares about them?

As long as there are many people who say it, it is true.

Yofum is now vaguely aware of the seriousness of the matter, but Sherman knows that his awareness of the seriousness may not be as serious as it should be.

"Mr. Yofum, think about it carefully, have you really never said that?"

Yofum thought about it carefully, and his complexion suddenly changed.

In fact, Yofum really said this.

Although not the original sentence, but the meaning is similar.

But before seeing Gu Xiaobai with his own eyes and cooperating with Gu Xiaobai.

"Did you really say that?" Seeing Yofum's face, Sherman became even more anxious, "On what occasion and where?"

"Uh, during the rehearsal of our orchestra, with other musicians in our group..." Yofum said.

"Why do you say that?" Sherman hated iron for steel.

Why do you say that?Didn't the whole classical music world mock Gu Xiaobai, Tokavsky, and their Yunxiao Orchestra before?Why are you taking responsibility now?
"I really thought so at the time...so I said it...but there was no third-party person present at the time."

"Is that so?" Sherman relaxed a little bit, "Next, you must never say that again!"

"Of course!" Yofum said, "How could I still say that? Mr. Gu Xiaobai's skills amaze me. Although he is not a violinist, I think if he plays the violin, his skills must be top-notch. of."

"Yes, I'll say that later!" Sherman's eyes lit up. This Yofum has been on the road recently!
"What I'm saying is true!"

"Yeah, I believe you!" Sherman replied very perfunctorily.

Yofum has actually participated in quite a few press conferences, but this is the first time that so many people have come.

As soon as Yofum took his seat, a female reporter stood up.

"Mr. Yofum, there is a comment about Mr. Gu Xiaobai's performance circulating on the Internet. Can you explain why you said that?"

"I didn't say that sentence." Yofum replied.

"But it is said on the Internet that you said that sentence."

"What do people on the Internet say, what does it have to do with me?" Yofum became irritable after two sentences, "Why should I explain what I didn't say?"

"So, you don't agree with what you said on the Internet?" the female reporter asked again.

This is the repeated desire to put Yofum on the fire.

Yofum was about to get angry when he stared, and Sherman next to him quickly tugged him.

Yofum suppressed his anger, and asked:

"So, lady, what do you think of the show yourself?"

This time, the reporter was put on fire.

(End of this chapter)