The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 331 Feeling Despair
The sound of ticket selling lingered in Zhao Zitong's ears.

She listened to the voices in her ears with a slight headache and disgust, glanced at the group of people who were pulling her clothes and asking her if she wanted a ticket, and without any hesitation, she pulled out her sleeves and wanted to leave directly.

The ticket scalper was not angry. Seeing that Zhao Zitong did not want to buy the scalped ticket, he said to her with a smile.

"Don't leave, you don't want the ticket, we also accept tickets and we will buy them back at a high price!"

"Collecting tickets?"

Zhao Zitong paused as she was about to leave and looked at the scalper next to her. Although she didn't intend to sell the ticket, she was really curious about how much the scalper would pay for her ticket.

She slowed down her pace and asked Huang Niu.

"How much is the 1380 ticket?"

"The price is high. You see, you have a front-row ticket. We can sell it at a 60% to 70% discount!" The scalper's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "How is it? Is it a deal?"

"Farewell."

Zhao Zitong left the subway station without looking back.

The ticket in her hand was obtained from the Haicheng Opera House by her father.

Unlike the Haicheng Harmony Symphony Orchestra, a small portion of the tickets sold by the Haicheng Opera House are sold directly to the government and distributed to some employees as employee benefits.

In addition to people in Haicheng, some people who participated in the investment in the construction of the Haicheng Opera House at that time also have these internal tickets.

Because these people are all financial sponsors, it is obvious that the tickets in their hands are much better than those obtained from other places.

Almost all of them are level 1380.

Even if it is a slightly lower level, the 980 level tickets are still the ones that are at the front and have the best viewing effect.

But perhaps it is precisely because such tickets are too easy to come by, and the group of people who get the tickets may not necessarily like to listen to classical music, therefore, scalpers like those at the door have become more rampant.

They buy tickets at a low price from those who get them for free, and then sell them at a high price to other people at the door who don't have tickets. By transferring the tickets back and forth, if they are lucky, they can make several thousand or even tens of thousands of dollars from a concert.

But...

There are still few scalpers at this place for classical music concerts.

There are only about a thousand tickets.

The real scalpers gather at those large pop concerts.

Tickets worth a few thousand yuan can be directly speculated to tens of thousands of yuan.

That's called huge profits.

Zhao Zitong still clearly remembers that when he went to a concert in a stadium, he was stopped by scalpers as soon as he stepped out of the subway entrance and couldn't move for a long time.

I wish classical music concerts could be treated like this someday.

Zhao Zitong couldn't help but think so.

Behind her, there were also a few people who had just escaped from the scalpers and finally came behind Zhao Zitong.

They wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked at the dense crowd behind them with a little surprise.

A girl said helplessly.

"Zitong, is this concert really that popular? This seems to be the first time I've seen so many scalpers at the entrance of a classical music concert. I remember the concert I went to before, and he seemed to be a big shot. At his solo concert, there was no one at the entrance. A group of scalpers sat there and didn't even look at us. Isn't the gap too big?"

"That's right, but Boss Zhao Zitong, why do you want to attend this concert?"

A boy next to him spoke carelessly.

"If you hadn't mentioned this in our orchestra group, we wouldn't have known that the Haicheng Conservatory of Music Student Symphony Orchestra, which had fought back and forth with us back then, has now come to this point!"

"Oh, you call that a fight? Are you sure you weren't pinned to the ground and beaten up by the Haicheng Conservatory of Music?" another person sneered.

"That's right. Although I am also the former concertmaster of our school's student orchestra, I am embarrassed to say that we can compete with the student symphony orchestra of Haicheng Conservatory of Music!"

The girl from before nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, others immediately expressed their support, which made the student who said they were evenly matched with Haiyin extremely embarrassed.

He immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"No, can't you flatter yourself? Back then, we were also a symphony orchestra that passed the selection in Haicheng and was able to directly enter the national competition! In the national competition, we even got pretty good results, right? Are you kidding me? How can it not be considered a fight?"

"The fight was back and forth, and the Haicheng Conservatory of Music Student Orchestra got the only full score in the national competition?"

"But then again, if it can make our college life more colorful, then it's not a bad idea to gild ourselves, right?"

As everyone talked, they couldn't help but laugh.

Like Qin Xian, they are all a group of senior old dogs.

Basically, they are the group of people waiting to graduate.

People usually prepare for further studies, civil service exams, or study abroad.

If Zhao Zitong, the leader of their orchestra, had not suddenly called them, they probably would not have come out to listen to the concert with Zhao Zitong.

At this time, the girl who spoke first looked at Zhao Zitong who was silent in front of her, her eyes turned slightly, and waved vigorously at Zhao Zitong.

"Zi Tong, have you decided what to do next? Do you plan to continue to serve as the commander? Or do you plan to take the exam directly?"

"Yes, Boss, I haven't heard from you recently, and the school hasn't heard from you about your admission to graduate school. Are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam at another school? Or are you planning to go straight to work?"

"It's just..."

The topic of the crowd soon shifted to Zhao Zitong, and everyone started asking her a bunch of random questions.

Zhao Zitong looked helplessly at the group of former members behind him and whispered to them.

"Please, I definitely have my own ideas. Don't worry about me. It's better for you to take care of your own affairs first. Besides... this orchestra is called the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, not the Haicheng Conservatory of Music Student Symphony Orchestra!"

"Wow, Boss, you are so serious about correcting our mistakes. Tell me, Boss, do you have any ideas about this band? Do you want to join this band?"

"Eh? Zitong is going to join this band? That seems very interesting! Zitong, if you succeed, don't forget us old band members! When there are tickets for the concert, remember to invite us to come and listen!"

"Hey, once Boss Zhao Zitong joins this orchestra, it will definitely take off. There won't be any extra tickets left! Boss, don't worry. When you become the conductor of this orchestra, I will definitely buy tickets to support you!"

Everyone joined in the laughter, and Zhao Zitong looked helpless.

She really didn't know what to say to this group of people, so she could only shake her head.

"I have no intention of joining this orchestra. The conductor of this orchestra is Chen Qiu, who was the conductor who led Haicheng Conservatory of Music to confront Central Conservatory of Music and the one who made Conductor Li Tian run away. If I want to get the position of conductor from him, I may need to practice for a lifetime, and it may not be enough."

Zhao Zitong let out a breath slowly.

Ever since she stepped down as conductor of their school's student symphony orchestra, her overall mentality has become better and better, and she has become more tolerant towards everyone in the orchestra.

Especially when facing this group of old people who resigned with her, she really couldn't put on the same sour face and look of deep bitterness and hatred as before.

We all practiced with her for such a long time, although the experience may not be as rich as that of the Haicheng Harmony Symphony Orchestra, there are national competitions, nine-school leagues, and Asian competitions.

But they also won several gold medals nationwide and were very popular in the school for a while.

Just as Zhao Yi said to Zhao Zitong.

Zhao Zitong has the talent to become a conductor, but she has no way of becoming a conductor who can earn a living.

Unless she can work extremely hard, like Wang Hai, she not only has to accept performances in her own symphony orchestra, but also in various other symphony orchestras.

However, Zhao Yi was reluctant to let his daughter Zhao Zitong become a person like Wang Hai.

This is why, after Zhao Yi confirmed that Zhao Zitong could not become a commander who could easily make a living, he asked her to study hard and sent her to the best normal university in Haicheng.

After all, Wang Hai had suffered too much.

Although Wang Hai seems cheerful every day and doesn't care about anything, his hard work is more severe than many people imagine.

Others may start shouting when working 996.

Wang Hai has basically maintained a 007 level of 24-hour on-call duty since he first joined the company, and has maintained this for nearly 20 years.

At the beginning, he was an intern conductor in the Old Harmony Symphony Orchestra, leading the orchestra in rehearsals, and also served as a conducting teacher in five different primary and middle schools in Haicheng.

I woke up at 5 or 6 in the morning to prepare for the day's rehearsal, then went to two schools a day, interspersed with rehearsal tasks for the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, and I couldn't go to bed until 11 or 12 at night every day. The weekends were even worse.

There are basically performances all day long on weekends.

If he had not had no problems despite such fatigue, maintained great tenacity, and completed every performance perfectly, Wang Hai might not even have the chance to get to where he is today.

But even so, Wang Hai's current salary is just enough to live in Haicheng, a little over 10,000, but less than 20,000.

He served as an orchestra instructor at several colleges and universities, traveled all over the country, and while working as a mercenary, he also served as the chief conductor of the Philharmonic.

I am as tired as a dog every day.

This is the main reason why Zhao Yi looked down on Wang Hai but also respected him.

Wang Hai really works too hard.

He felt heartbroken when he thought that if his daughter took this path, she might have to work as hard as Wang Hai.

I worked so hard for so long and finally made it to the top three in the country, but what was it all for?
Isn't it just for your daughter to live a more comfortable life?
Becoming a teacher and happily collecting a fixed salary every day would be much more comfortable than being an orchestra conductor and living in uncertainty, right?

However, perhaps because of her wrong attitude, Zhao Zitong has never been able to understand Zhao Yi's thoughts, nor is she quite sure why Zhao Yi does not allow her to pursue the path of conducting.

She smiled at the others around her.

"However, although I don't have the opportunity to obtain the qualification to conduct, I have applied for the position of assistant conductor of the Orchestra School of Haicheng Conservatory of Music and am waiting for the postgraduate examination. In addition, in order to prevent my father from finding out about my intentions, I did not apply for the postgraduate program of our Normal University. I applied for the Haicheng Transportation School and changed to a lighter major so that I can focus more on music."

"As expected, he is the boss. A top student is a top student. It would be great if I could have a top student like the boss."

Someone nearby couldn't help but whisper in envy, which drew approval from the people around them.

Only that girl spoke to Zhao Zitong.

"But speaking of which, Zitong, are you sure you don't want to tell your dad about this? After all, your performance in conducting is already very good, right? Does your dad insist that you win the championship in some conducting competition before you can study conducting openly?"

"I do not know……"

Zhao Zitong was helpless.

She looked at the crowded opera house entrance and spoke casually to the people around her.

"But no matter what he thinks, I will definitely go down this route alone!"

Her eyes were firm, without any hesitation.

Her goal was not great. She did not want to become a commander who would be remembered for generations. She was also very aware that her strength might be very different from Chen Qiu's.

but.

She will continue to follow her own ideas.

Moving towards Chen Qiu's level.

She took the ticket out of her hand and smiled at the people behind her.

"Okay, no matter what, let's go to the concert hall and listen to the performance first. I heard that this performance is a joint production of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, the Haicheng Broadcasting Symphony Orchestra, and the Haicheng Opera House. It has been rehearsed for several months, and it seems that only this performance has been confirmed. If you want to listen to it again, I don't know how long I have to wait!"

The people behind her nodded vigorously.

Just as he was about to agree to Zhao Zitong's words, a strange voice sounded from beside Zhao Zitong.

"Who told you this was a three-party joint production? Who are you looking down on?"

Zhao Zitong looked to the side, and then suddenly became so angry that his teeth itched.

Her "old friend" Zhou Gangsheng was standing in line next to her. After hearing what she said, he immediately spoke with great pride.

"Let me tell you, this time the conductor was led by my idol Chen Qiu. The idol planned and coordinated the three orchestras and used them for his own performance. Didn't you see that it was written that the conductor was the idol and not someone else? Don't you know the status of idols? Are you qualified to be an intern conductor at the Harmony Symphony Orchestra and rehearse with the orchestra?"

"Zhou, steel, sound..."

Zhao Zitong looked at Zhou Gangsheng and said angrily with anger.

"Are you sick? Can you please call Conductor Chen Qiu by his name properly? You keep calling him idol all the time. How old are you? Don't you have a gender disorder? Do you think you are some kind of fangirl? Chen Qiu is Chen Qiu. Don't disgust me here. You keep calling him idol. You can't speak without the word idol, right?"

"Oh, superficial."

Zhou Gangsheng raised his head, trying hard to look like he was looking down at Zhao Zitong, and snorted softly.

"What is an idol? An idol is the most sacred and purest existence in each of our hearts. He is the goal of each of us and the direction of our struggle. My idol is different from the idols of those little girls. They just like that person, so they call that person an idol. But I am different. My goal is to become an idol and then surpass him. Therefore, I am noble, I am great, and I am free from vulgar tastes. You... know nothing?"

The corner of Zhao Zitong's mouth twitched and he sneered.

"Well, then may I ask my dear, noble, great, and vulgar Comrade Zhou Gangsheng, have you succeeded in achieving the same results as your great idol achieved when he was your age? Hmm? Dear Comrade Zhou Gangsheng?"

"..."

Zhou Gangsheng fell silent.

Although he still looked at Zhao Zitong with his head held high and looking down at you, it was obvious that he was less confident.

He swallowed slowly and said lightly.

"Of course! Isn't it just the idol's grades when he was a junior? I..."

"Did you get full marks from Hangzhou? Or did you win the national championship? Oh, no, according to this time period, you should be invited by Hangzhou TV Station to lead the Hangzhou Broadcasting Symphony Orchestra to prepare for the New Year's Concert?"

"I……"

Zhou Gangsheng's voice gradually became smoother and then smaller.

The shining light in the head that was held high was becoming dimmer and dimmer.

Finally, he lowered his head and whispered.

"I do not have……"

"That's fine, just keep moving forward according to Chen Qiu's instructions. Don't think too much."

Zhao Zitong chuckled, raised his hand and patted Zhou Gangsheng's head gently, looking like a winner. The group of people from the Zhejiang Conservatory of Music Student Symphony Orchestra behind Zhou Gangsheng were so angry that they wanted to come out and fight for their conductor.

However, seeing the ferocious looks on the faces of the group of people from the Normal University behind Zhao Zitong, they could only step back obediently and let Zhou Gangsheng face Zhao Zitong and her minions alone.

Zhou Gangsheng looked at Zhao Zitong, who looked victorious and not completely defeated. He took a deep breath and said to Zhao Zitong.

"But I won't give up. I'm a junior now, and the national competition will start again next year. This time, I want to prove to you that I still have a chance to reach the level of my idol!"

"Yeah, yeah, then you do your best, but next year..."

Zhao Zitong looked at the concert hall in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, and he spoke slowly.

"I will graduate next year. By then, I will be at the Ocean Music Academy, waiting for you, little brat."

Zhou Gangsheng's fingers were stiff as he swore, and he looked at Zhao Zitong in disbelief, his body shaking uncontrollably.

No, I'm still working hard to catch up with Chen Qiu. Why did you join Chen Qiu directly?
When he thought about how his efforts were getting him further away from Chen Qiu, while the person he hated was getting closer to Chen Qiu, his body couldn't help but go weak.

If the people behind him hadn't immediately reached out to support him, he would have almost sat down on the ground.

Looking at Zhao Zitong with a proud face, he raised his hands and said angrily.

"Don't think you're ahead just because you get close to Chen Qiu. I'm telling you, the one who can catch up with Chen Qiu first must be me! I won't give up!"

"Okay, okay, it's you, you will definitely be able to catch up with Chen Qiu. Come on."

Zhao Zitong waved his hand nonchalantly and yawned.

The crowd began to move.

Obviously, the orchestra started to let everyone in and enter the concert hall to prepare for tonight's performance.

Zhao Zitong didn't bother to pay attention to Zhou Gangsheng who had already lost miserably, and spoke with a chuckle.

"However, compared to catching up with Chen Qiu, I really want to see how far their all-out performance today can take me."

"It makes me so desperate."

(End of this chapter)