The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 132 Chief Wu Jianhai

Karajan, the conductor emperor, is a figure that can never be avoided in the symphony.

If there is only one commanding emperor in this world, then this word must point to him, not anyone else.

The characteristic of Karajan's conducting is that it is meticulous and full of his own feelings.

The same goes for Chen Qiu's personal characteristics.

Chen Qiu pays great attention to details.

As the saying goes, details determine success or failure, and he has very strict requirements on the details of the orchestra.

The chief was sitting in his room, flipping through the notebook he had used to analyze Karajan's performance, thinking about Chen Qiu, who had collaborated with him before, and his eyes gradually became serious.

These two people are really similar.

Except that Chen Qiu's approach to leading the orchestra has a strong European feel, especially the German sense of refinement.

Just discussing the playing style between the two.

The momentum between the two, especially in the band, is almost exactly the same!
It’s the kind of [whole band must listen to me! 】a feeling of.

That is because Chen Qiu may be a little too young now, and it is not easy to directly confront him and other people in the band.

Otherwise, the chief believes.

Chen Qiu will definitely appear in front of the orchestra in a particularly domineering manner.

Everything must be played according to his requirements.

Everyone here can have their own thoughts, but everyone's thoughts must be as close as possible to Chen Qiu's thoughts.

Do not……

It's not just the kind of band that Chen Qiu can compete with, it has actually been shown before!
During Chen Qiu's previous rehearsal with their orchestra, he actually had a strong feeling of it.

Although Chen Qiu will try his best to let everyone play his own content, it seems that he has delegated the rights of music.

But in fact, during the chief's post-match review...

All of them were unknowingly influenced by Chen Qiu.

Although they feel that they are playing their own music, in fact, they are all playing and interpreting according to Chen Qiu's pace.

"There's something about this command..."

The chief raised his fingers and tapped the table slowly, his eyes a little solemn.

He didn't know whether Chen Qiu's appearance was good or bad.

For an ordinary orchestra, it would definitely be a very good thing for Chen Qiu to lead the orchestra to perform according to his ideas. After all, ordinary orchestras can improve their professional level through Chen Qiu.

But for a concertmaster who wants to control the entire orchestra, it is not a particularly comfortable thing.

but……

Hey!
The chief's fingers tapped the table hard, and his eyes became calm again.

"But Chen Qiu is only here once. He comes to help the orchestra improve the overall interpretation level. I don't have to go against him. His operation is actually beneficial to me. And if he can meet my standards, let him in the future It’s not impossible to be a guest conductor..."

"What happened? I see you are panicking?"

The old woman walked to the door of the room, looked at the concertmaster with curiosity, and asked puzzledly, "Is there something wrong with the new conductor of your orchestra?"

"No, there isn't."

The chief smiled again, reached out and put all the documents in his hands on the table, stood up and said with a smile.

"I just suddenly thought of something. It's okay. I'm going to eat right now. I'll wash the dishes later. You can go and rest."

"Ah."

As the old woman returned to the room, the chief's face returned to calm.

He returned to his table quietly, finished the food without leaving anything, then gathered it together and threw it into the sink.

After everything was done, he returned to his room and closed his eyes.

He wanted to see if there was anything wrong with what he felt today.

……

……

The next day.

Chen Qiu got up from bed very early, poured himself a bowl of soy milk, drank the soy milk, carried his schoolbag, got up and walked towards the subway.

Because he got up relatively early, there were not many people in the subway, only some sleepy-eyed subway staff doing routine safety checks there.

Chen Qiu quietly completed the examination and followed the subway to the rehearsal location of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

When he arrived at the door, there was no one in sight.

So Chen Qiu stopped by the egg pancake stall on the corner of the street, bought himself an egg pancake with two eggs and two intestines, and added an extra serving of soy milk, and sat at the door of the rehearsal venue to eat.

The orchestra rehearsal started at eight o'clock in the morning, and Chen Qiu arrived half an hour early.

During this half hour, no one came to the door of the orchestra rehearsal.

In this regard, Chen Qiu's expression did not change at all.

It was not until 7:55 that a man came to the door of the house carrying a black musical instrument bag.

Chen Qiu stood up and looked at him. The person who came was the chief.

He walked slowly to Chen Qiu, looked at Chen Qiu, and then at his own arm. He couldn't help but laugh. Then he took out the key from his pocket, opened the door to the rehearsal venue, and said to Chen Qiu .

"Are you always this early? Commander Chen Qiu?"

"Well, this is my personal habit."

Chen Qiu was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect that the chief would actually greet him and even call him Commander Chen Qiu.

At this time yesterday, the conductor still looked unconvinced and looked down upon him.

As a result, when he came here this morning, his face was actually full of kindness?
What surprised him even more was that the chief actually smiled cheerfully after opening the door.

"I'm sorry. Because I don't know you very well and have some personal matters with our band, I wasn't particularly friendly to you. I'm really sorry. If you're unhappy, you can just say a few words to me."

what is this?
Do you bow your head and admit your mistake?
Chen Qiu waved his hand slightly doubtfully and took over the conversation.

"No, no, no, it's nothing. My attitude yesterday wasn't very good either..."

"Hahahaha, it's normal for young people to have a bad attitude. If young people are not frivolous, how can they be considered young people? Don't you think so?"

"Uh...right?"

Listening to the chief's words, Chen Qiu didn't know what he should say for a moment. He could only scratch his head and nodded slightly doubtfully.

If the chief continues to confront him head-on like yesterday, Chen Qiu is really not afraid of him.

Isn't it just to fight each other? Let's compare.

Compare to see who has a better understanding of music, who can interpret music better and use music to speak.

Then I use it to slightly adapt to the concertmaster's understanding of music, change his mind, and let the orchestra follow his lead.

Chen Qiu even thought about how many steps he should take today when he was in the house yesterday.

But I never thought of it...

When he came today, did the chief immediately admit his mistake?
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Chen Qiu looked at the chief and muttered, not knowing what kind of attitude he should use to face the chief.

Therefore, he could only follow the chief's words and ask.

"But I'm a little curious. Isn't your rehearsal time at eight o'clock in the morning?"

"Well, it's eight o'clock."

The chief led Chen Qiu towards the backstage of the stage. After reaching out and turning on the stage lights, he began to move the chairs bit by bit.

He said while moving.

"But because everyone is so familiar with it, coupled with the recent turmoil in the orchestra, and the previous conductors' time requirements that were more relaxed, our rehearsal time has been gradually postponed from eight o'clock to eight-thirty. As you young people say, flexible working hours! Right? Anyone who arrives within half an hour is not considered late."

"Huh? Well, um..."

Chen Qiu muttered a little, but didn't say anything. He just followed the chief to move the chairs. After moving everyone's chairs out, he began to prepare some musical instruments to be placed backstage.

This is a very simple and ordinary practice room.

There is no auditorium, just a simple storage room.

Many people's things are stored in that storage room, such as drums and double basses, which are not easy to move.

The protection for these items is the iron chain lock on the gate.

The chief seemed not to be afraid of these items being stolen. Chen Qiu originally wanted to ask why, but after thinking about it for a moment, he understood the reason.

These things...are all waste to thieves.

You went to great lengths to steal these things, but not only are they not very valuable, they are also not very easy to sell.

For example, those double basses placed in the background are basically instruments that cost several thousand yuan. They can be used casually and replaced when they are worn out.

This kind of piano weighs dozens of kilograms, is big and heavy, and is difficult to carry. How can you steal it and sell it? Selling second hand?
How many people would buy a second-hand ordinary double bass?

Not to mention those drums.

If a thief doesn't steal something valuable, what's the point of stealing a drum?
Chen Qiu thought this while helping the chief to place the drums and double bass in fixed positions.

After the two of them had completed all the preparations, it was only twenty years ago and still no one came.

Chen Qiu thought for a while, then sat directly on the podium, rubbed his shoulders, and asked the chief who also sat directly on the stool.

"By the way...is this always the case with your band? Are you the first to come and then put these things in place?"

"of course not!"

The chief shook his head happily, then pointed at Chen Qiu, then pointed at the chairs around him, and explained.

"I'm an old man. How can I move so many chairs by myself? Normally, if I move a little, the people from the orchestra will come."

"Hey! Chief, you are very early today!"

Before he finished speaking, a hearty voice came from the door.

A middle-aged man with graying hair, an out-of-shape figure and a beer belly pushed open the door.

He looked at the seats that had been arranged, as well as the chief and Chen Qiu sitting on the chairs and the podium. He couldn't help but be startled, pointed at the two of them, and blinked.

"Um...what's going on with you? Why are you..."

"It's nothing, I just went back and thought about it for a while. I think Chen Qiu, the young conductor, is pretty good. The conductor yesterday did a good job, so I had a chat with him."

"Ah, that's it."

The man laughed, and the chief introduced Chen Qiu at this time.

"Nuo, conductor Chen Qiu, let me introduce you. This is the chief percussionist of our orchestra, Hu Shan! We usually call him Lao Hu. He is very good at playing some Chinese-style music!"

Chen Qiu thought for a while and felt that it was not appropriate for him to call this middle-aged man in his forties or fifties Lao Hu, so he stretched out his hand with some respect and said: "Hello, Master Hu."

Unexpectedly, Hu Shan waved his hand directly, shook his head at Chen Qiu and said: "Hey, Commander Chen, you can just call me Lao Hu. If you feel awkward, then you can just call me Hu Da. You call me Master Hu. It's weird to look like my student."

"Are you sure?" Chen Qiu looked at Hu Shan and blinked: "Are you sure?"

"Huh? Wait? Bullshit? Bullshit? Why does it feel like I'm scolding my student... Forget it, I'm not very good at addressing people. You can call them whatever you want, as long as it's convenient for you. Commander Chen, I don’t care.”

Hu Shan muttered and waved his hand.

Seeing Lao Hu in such trouble, the chief smiled and pushed his back, and said to Chen Qiu and Hu Shandao.

"Let's do this. When I address my position at work, I will call Commander Chen Qiu to refer to him. You can just call me chief."

"That's okay, Chen Zhi. I'm going back to my seat first. If you need anything, please call me!"

After that, Hu Shan walked directly to the back of the orchestra and began to arrange his instruments.

Chen Qiu looked at the chief curiously and asked him.

"Speaking of which... I seem to have never asked the chief your name?"

"Me? My name is Wu, Wu Jianhai, a very common name in our era."

Chief Wu Jianhai said with a smile.

While he was joking, several more band members walked into the rehearsal space.

The chief then introduced to Chen Qiu who these people were.

And that group of people, like Hu Shan before, looked at Chen Qiu and the chief, and couldn't help showing expressions of surprise and shock.

They felt that they had become violent today and their heads were a bit unable to turn.

When I woke up, the relationship between Chen Qiu and the chief was actually so good?

The chief also introduced the members of their band to Chen Qiu one by one?

They looked at the chief and Chen Qiu with great confusion. After nodding to Chen Qiu with some caution, they immediately returned to their seats and began to adjust their instruments in preparation for today's rehearsal.

However, even during their preparations, their eyes never left Chen Qiu and the chief.

These two people...

Why do you feel a little strange today?
Compared to the members of the orchestra who were curious about them, Chen Qiu also had a new understanding of Chief Wu Jianhai and the members of the orchestra.

Although when he first came here, he could feel the pressure of the concertmaster on the entire orchestra, as if he wanted to have power.

But actually listening to Chief Wu's introduction to everyone in the orchestra, Chen Qiu suddenly discovered that there was indeed something about this Chief.

It goes without saying that I can accurately name everyone's name and major. After all, they have been together for so long. It would be outrageous if I didn't know everyone's musical instrument and name.

What surprised Chen Qiu the most was that the chief knew everything about everyone, their strengths and weaknesses.

It's like chatting at home.

Therefore, Chen Qiu couldn't help but have a little doubt about his previous judgment.

This conductor is not as irritable as he seems. Everything is just for the rights of the orchestra.

It seems like he really does it for the good of the band?
I was just a little afraid that I would ruin this band, so I had that attitude towards myself before.

Yesterday, I saw that my level and strength were indeed good, and then I recognized myself and came over to give me the details of the band?

is that so?

Chen Qiu is not sure.

But he feels that the current chief is actually more terrifying than before.

You felt like you could tell the attitude of the previous chief towards you right away.

But the current chief makes him somewhat unpredictable.

However, Chen Qiu thought about it and did not continue to worry about the chief.

No matter what the chief thinks, what kind of person is he?

As the saying goes, don't watch what he says, watch what he does.

Therefore, the most important point actually depends on the performance of the orchestra during today's rehearsal.

When the time came to almost 8:40, everyone in the band finally arrived.

Chen Qiu looked at the rehearsal that had been delayed for a full 40 minutes. He sighed helplessly, took out his baton and music scores from his schoolbag, put them on the music stand, and then clicked on the person who was still chatting. The oboe spoke.

"Oboe, give me a standard pitch!"

The oboe did not play immediately, but looked at the chief.

Chen Qiu was stunned and looked at the chief sitting over there.

Under his gaze, the chief smiled at everyone and spoke in a very positive tone.

"Don't look at me. I'm just the concertmaster, not the conductor. What you should look at is the conductor on how the orchestra does it!"

"Oh, alright!"

The principal oboe immediately nodded vigorously, picked up the oboe in his hand and started playing.

hum!
The sound of the oboe sounded, causing the sounds of other works in the orchestra to vibrate together.

Chen Qiu couldn't help but nodded when he listened to the tone played by the oboe.

Sure enough, a professional orchestra deserves to be a professional orchestra.

This level of tuning is even better than Haiyin's oboe.

But there is no other way. After all, Haiyin came from Haiyin, and he has been playing it for nearly 20 more years.

Being much stronger is normal.

After the last note was calibrated, Chen Qiu nodded slightly, opened the music score in his hand, and said to everyone.

"Everyone turn to the beginning of the Spring Festival Overture. Just like yesterday, we start from the beginning. Pay attention to my conductor!"

"it is good!"

The chief was the first to speak. He smiled at Chen Qiu, nodded, and said softly.

"We are all relying on you, Chen Qiu, command, please don't let us down!"

hum!
The sound of music sounded slowly.

　There may be another chapter later, but I’m not sure because I have a lot of rehearsals to do today. If I have time, I will complete another chapter.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)