The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 375 The Reluctant Soul of the Past
Chapter 374

Chen Qiu had no idea what the group of people at the Salzburg Music Festival were discussing after he left.

But it was obvious that Chen Qiu could clearly feel the atmosphere of the Salzburg Music Festival.

Both the discussion before he entered and the discussion after he left.

The disagreement over his entry into the Salzburg Festival has never ended.

Even when they have successfully entered the formal performance stage, the discussion will not stop.

After all, Chen Qiu and the others were just an excuse.

Many people's discussion of Chen Qiu is only through Chen Qiu, talking about the signs behind Chen Qiu.

For example, from Lang Liangyue, to Wang Jia, Fu Diao, and then to Su Yue, the Chinese gang such as the Harmony Symphony Orchestra has been infiltrating the Salzburg Music Festival bit by bit.

There is also the erosion of old music festivals by the new generation of musicians.

They discussed these things a lot.

Chen Qiu didn't know about this, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

He just happily led the orchestra in rehearsals, preparing for the subsequent performances.

Fu Diao learned about the group's discussion through his agent.

His agent, the little Rebecca, stood in front of Fu Diao, holding the documents in her hands, and asked in a low voice.

"Dr. Fu, what should we do now? Should we just ignore everything?"

"Ah."

Fu Diao sat beside his piano, calmly looking at the scenery outside the window, feeling the sunlight falling on his face, and said softly.

"Don't worry about the Harmony Orchestra. Although they are a brand new orchestra, they are not fragile. If such a simple threat can intimidate them, then there is no need for them to continue performing."

"But……"

Rebecca's expression was obviously a little conflicted.

She glanced at Fu Diao, then at the door behind her, and whispered.

"It's obvious that the Harmony Orchestra has become the core of this power struggle among Salzburg musicians. Last year, your sudden appearance dealt a heavy blow to those conservatives. Now..."

"Now?"

"Now I'm a little worried."

Rebecca sighed.

"Dr. Fu, our agency has just been established and we are not very strong. If we support a new band casually, I think..."

Before she could finish her words, she noticed Fu Diao's raised hand.

She couldn't help but shut her mouth.

Fu Diao looked at her gently and spoke softly.

"Rebecca, you should understand that this is also an opportunity for us to obtain more resources from the Salzburg Music Festival."

"I understand, but I don't quite understand why we have to invest so much in the Salzburg Festival..."

"Because the Salzburg Festival is the top symphony orchestra that is most willing to invest in newcomers?"

Fu Diao said to Rebecca.

He turned his head to look at the garden behind him, and a smile appeared on his face as he looked at the flower beds bathed in sunlight.

“Although the two sides are still competing, it is clear that the current president of the Salzburg Festival is still in power with his personal charm. We don’t know how long the president can continue to serve, so if we want to develop in Europe in the future, we can only gain more say here.”

"Is this so..."

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Fu Diao with a slightly surprised expression.

"Fu, you... seem to have changed a little. I remember you didn't seem to be so calculating before."

“Is this also considered a calculation?”

Fu Diao burst out laughing, but did not refute.

He just stood up, patted Rebecca's shoulder, and spoke slowly.

"Come on, let's go for a walk."

After saying that, he ignored Rebecca's reaction and walked out of the concert hall alone.

Although Rebecca was somewhat reluctant, she still followed Fu Diao.

The two of them just wandered around the city peacefully.

Salzburg is not big. Even though this city is very famous, overall there are only so many people willing to live here.

There are also a lot of shops selling Mozart chocolates.

Fu Diao casually bought a piece of Mozart chocolate from the side, broke it into two halves, threw one of the pieces into his mouth, and handed the remaining piece with packaging to Rebecca behind him.

He sipped the chocolate in his mouth and spoke incoherently.

"By the way, what do you think of this city?"

“Although it can’t be compared with Munich, it’s still a very impressive city.”

“Who would have thought that such a great musician would be born in a city like this? Who would have thought that this city would create the world’s top music festival through this musician?”

Fu Diao smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the corners of the city, and then he couldn't help but paused slightly.

He saw a group of people.

Seems to be from Haicheng.

People from Haicheng Opera House and the Opera House Symphony Orchestra.

How did they get here?

Are they following Chen Qiu's footsteps?
Or did they just come to visit Salzburg because of its reputation?
Many thoughts went through Fu Diao's mind.

But he did not come forward to greet the symphony orchestra.

He just watched the symphony orchestra disappear from his sight.

Looking at the old man at the end of the team, who seemed to have lost his dream, he paced forward bit by bit.

Silent.

"Fu, that is..." Rebecca, who was standing next to him, also noticed the team leaving in the distance and asked Fu Diao.

But Fu Diao did not answer. He just smiled, shook his head and continued walking forward.

As he walked, he spoke slowly.

"Just a shadow of the past."

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……

On the opposite side, Wu Jianhai seemed to feel that someone was watching him. He raised his head and looked around, but saw nothing.

A friend next to him seemed to notice Wu Jianhai's expression, and couldn't help but slow down and said to Wu Jianhai.

"Old Wu, what's wrong? Are you not having fun out here? This place is Mozart's hometown. There is the Mozart Museum and Mozart's former residence here. Isn't this a holy place for us who study music? Why are you so sad? Be happy."

"Yeah, I'm happy, of course I'm happy."

Wu Jianhai forced a smile, nodded to his friends around him, and then returned to silence.

He looked at the surrounding scenery and spoke slowly.

"But I don't know why they are still in the mood to go out and have fun when our performance was such a failure."

"Oh, no, why are you bringing up something else? What do you mean by that? What's wrong with a failed performance? Can you just let it go? Who among us hasn't experienced a failed performance? If a performance fails, just get yourself together and prepare for the next performance. Why are you so upset?"

"I'm just reflecting, self-reflecting, that's all."

Wu Jianhai said calmly.

"I am a little reluctant. I feel that our last performance should have been successful. We almost replicated all the factors that made it successful, whether it was the top-notch scenery, the orchestra, or the opera singers, but in the end..."

"We can't help it. We are in Europe, which is the birthplace of classical music. In addition, we have time differences, so it's normal to have some problems. Don't think too much about it."

"jet lag?"

It would be fine if I didn't say this word.

But when he heard the word jet lag, Wu Jianhai became serious.

He stared at the old friend in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

"Are you sure that the current performance is really caused by the time difference?"

"Uh……"

The old friend was obviously hesitant.

He looked at Wu Jianhai's serious expression, hesitated a little, and said in a low voice.

"Maybe... there is some connection? Maybe?"

"A little bit? A little bit? You're telling me, the failure of our performance has something to do with jet lag?"

Wu Jianhai seemed to be ignited, staring at his old friend, his voice becoming louder and louder.

The other orchestra members who were happily strolling around Salzburg in front were also attracted by Wu Jianhai's voice behind them.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of Wu Jianhai.

It’s not clear why Wu Jianhai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly got angry.

Some people in the crowd immediately tried to smooth things over.

"Old Wu, what are you doing, Old Wu? Why are you making such a loud noise outside? You're making a fool of yourself for foreigners. Listen to me. If there's anything, let's talk about it when we get back, okay?"

"That's right, Chief Wu, if you have any problems, why don't you go back and tell them? Why do you have to make such a fuss in public? It will have a very bad impact!"

"Everyone, please be calm and don't quarrel. Don't quarrel."

"Yes, don't quarrel, communicate more."

"..."

The voices of the crowd rang out.

Wu Jianhai felt a chill in his heart.

He looked at the people around him, his lips trembling slightly, but he was unable to speak.

It never occurred to him.

No one paid any attention to what he said.

They just regarded themselves as tourists, wandering around the place, and then two people in their tour group quarreled, and they came to mediate. That's all.

Wu Jianhai looked at everyone and repeated it seriously.

"Didn't you understand what he just said? He said that our performance failed because of the jet lag."

"Ah? Jet lag? Isn't it normal to have jet lag? After all, we are Asians, and there is a 6-hour gap between us."

"I think what Lao Chen said is right. There is indeed a time difference. Lao Wu, please don't bother Lao Chen. It's not easy for him to comfort you."

"Yes, Old Chen is a nice guy. Chief Wu, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it when we get back, okay?"

"It's just..."

Everyone was talking about it.

Listening to the voices of the crowd, Wu Jianhai fell silent for a while, and then he almost laughed at himself.

He looked at everyone, stretched out his hand and weakly tapped them a few times, and laughed miserably.

"Awesome, really amazing. You actually attributed the problem to jet lag. How long have we been in Europe? We've been in Europe for nearly half a month. We even prepared for a whole week before the performance. A week! A week to adjust to the jet lag. You still have the nerve to say that our performance failed because of jet lag?"

"You're farting!"

Wu Jianhai shouted loudly, ignoring the strange looks from the people around him.

"You are musicians, you are professional musicians, you have prepared for this performance for several months. Even if you are injured and emotionally unstable, you should control your emotions for the music festival! Try to be perfect, but what about you?"

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Jet difference? Jet difference? You have the nerve to blame the problem on jet difference? Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a professional musician? Where is the professional ethics of a musician?"

"Bah! Disgusting!"

With just this one sound, everyone fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak, and just asked Wu Jianhai to calm down.

Some of them also feel unwilling, but it is difficult for them to express it.

Even if Wu Jianhai started to object, they were too embarrassed to join in.

After all, Wu Jianhai is the chief and they are just ordinary people.

After taking a few deep breaths, Wu Jianhai said to everyone.

"Forget it, that's it. You guys continue to visit Salzburg. I'm not in the mood to continue. I still want to review why my original team performed that piece so badly. What is the answer? It can't be that we are useless because of Chen Qiu's absence, right?"

Wu Jianhai glanced at the commander who was at a loss not far away and shook his head in disdain.

"Do whatever you want. Sorry to bother you. Please continue shopping. Bye."

After saying that, he walked away alone, heading towards the station.

It's different from the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

The Haicheng Opera House Symphony Orchestra is here just for fun.

They don't even live here.

Therefore, the direction Wu Jianhai walked was where their bus was parked.

Just as he said.

He needs to think carefully about why the orchestra has such problems.

He no longer had the heart to continue shopping.

He walked to the edge of the Salzburg University of Music, his pace gradually slowed down, and he noticed a poster.

The top half is Su Yue, a quarter is Chen Qiu, and the remaining quarter is the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

Looking at the poster that was not glued firmly and was fluttering in the wind, Wu Jianhai was stunned.

Afterwards, his eyes became wet as if they had entered a desert.

An old man who was nearly sixty years old looked at Chen Qiu on the poster with tears streaming down his face.

He didn't know why either.

But he just wanted to cry.

It was obvious that it was impossible for him to join the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, and his fate with the Harmony Symphony Orchestra was almost over.

but……

He recalled everything that happened when he worked with Chen Qiu.

I thought of the days when we all worked hard for music together.

Compare that time to now.

Although I was a little tired in the past, but...

Very cool.

The feeling after a successful performance is very refreshing.

It feels so much better than the feeling now that the performance failed and the whole audience is silent.

He reached out to touch the poster in front of him, gritting his teeth slightly.

"Jet lag? Huh... jet lag."

He tore off the poster and put it in his pocket.

"Fuck the jet lag!"

Everyone has jet lag, so why is Chen Qiu so awesome?
Wu Jianhai refused to accept.

So, he wanted to go see Chen Qiu's performance.

He wants to show everyone how awesome a symphony orchestra that truly pursues music is!
……

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……

Haicheng Opera House after Wu Jianhai left.

Everyone looked at each other.

They didn't quite understand why Wu Jianhai was so angry.

Isn't it just because of the time difference?

They do have time difference, right?

Don't understand...

Although they didn't know much about Wu Jianhai, everyone did not lose interest in playing because of his behavior.

To be precise.

It was after Wu Jianhai left that everyone had more fun.

I always felt that there was a lingering shadow in the team, suppressing its presence.

Now that damn shadow is finally gone.

Everyone can have fun.

only……

This feeling only lasted for a while.

When they came to Mozart's former residence.

Came to the Mozart Museum.

Arrived at the city square.

Came to the Mozarteum University.

Look at that wall full of harmony symphony orchestra.

Everyone's mood gradually calmed down.

They sensed something was wrong.

They had heard about the excellent performance of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra at the Baden-Baden Music Festival, which made them particularly passive in Baden-Baden.

They had finally escaped from the influence of Baden-Baden and planned to find a place to rest.

Who would have thought that they would come to Salzburg and see the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

No, you are the ghost that is haunting us!

The mood of the crowd gradually became low.

They looked at each other with hesitant expressions. After hesitating for a long time, they slowly spoke.

"How about we go ahead and leave? Let's go to Vienna? What do you think?"

"Vienna is great. You probably won't see the Harmony Symphony Orchestra in Vienna anymore."

"Vienna is indeed great, but I always feel like we have become the Hidden Harmony Orchestra, which feels weird."

"Not really, not really. We just had the sudden urge to go to Vienna. It can't be considered as avoiding the Harmony Symphony Orchestra. Don't say anything."

"I'm not talking nonsense, I just..."

After murmuring for a long time, everyone finally decided to ignore the existence of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, continue shopping, and then get on the bus early and head directly to Vienna.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

If I can't afford to offend you, can't I just hide away from you?

Although I don’t know why they are avoiding the Harmony Symphony Orchestra...but no one would refuse this option that can make them feel good, right?

Everyone couldn't help but think so.

When they finished walking around the city streets and were about to get back in the car to head to Salzburg, they found that Wu Jianhai had already gotten in the car.

For a while, the scene was a bit awkward.

After everyone greeted Wu Jianhai with an awkward smile, they returned to their seats, ready to urge the driver to start the car for Vienna.

only……

"Sorry, I just told the driver that we'll leave a little later tonight."

After everyone was on board, Wu Jianhai stood at the front of the car and opened the backrest.

He was leaning against the backrest of the bus, holding the microphone beside him, and speaking to everyone like a tour guide.

"I have booked a performance by the Harmony Symphony Orchestra for you tonight. I hope you enjoy it."

Everyone: "?!!"

(End of this chapter)