campus magician

Chapter 74 Conspiracy (2)
Sometimes it is like a dream, sometimes it is like a dream, sometimes it is full of enthusiasm, and sometimes it is as quiet as the night. The whole song is not long. After a few minutes, the rhythm becomes weaker and weaker. With the last note played, the scene is like dead silence generally.

There is no applause, because people have already entered the dream world created by music.

What Baoer said is right, when ordinary people play the piano, they only play the score and show off their skills, but in the hands of masters, the music has emotions, what they play is the artistic conception!

After the time stood still for about a minute, the guests present finally woke up, gave thunderous applause, and then rushed towards the piano.

In fact, all the rich people here are rich. Although some rich people know how to enjoy life, frankly speaking, there are not many people who really understand music, but even so, they were all moved just now. Maybe this is why certain music Can spread the charm of the ages!

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Qian Jiang felt as if he was dreaming.

Of course, it's not because of this Chopin's Fantasia Impromptu that he feels this way, but because he really can't figure it out. He is obviously a bumpkin, but how can he still play the piano, and how can he play it so well?

Originally, he had planned to humiliate Gao Yuan, but now he couldn't utter a single word. Qian Jiang naturally felt as if he had eaten rat feces.

Even Qian Shengbiao was a little uncertain about Gao Yuan's identity. Could it be that this kid has some background?
"Mr. Gao, right? Sure enough, he is a young talent, but who is the son of the capital?" Qian Shengbiao tried to inquire.

"I'm not from BJ, I'm just studying at Beiqing University." Gao Yuan said truthfully.

Beiqing University is a sacred place for ordinary people. The students who come out of this school have a bright future, but for a rich man like Qian Shengbiao, this label is negligible and not worth paying attention to at all.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you're not in the capital. The world is so big, you can't make a fortune anywhere." Qian Shengbiao exchanged pleasantries on the surface, but he had searched his memory several times in his heart, as if he had never heard of anyone with the surname Gao in China. regal.

"Not to mention getting rich, I'm just an orphan, a poor student who came to Beijing alone to study."

"Oh, so that's the case. That's a pity, a pity."

For Qian Shengbiao, the protagonist tonight is his son Qian Jiang after all, and no matter what, the young man in front of him should not let the young man steal the limelight. As the saying goes, Jiang is still old and spicy. He can only rely on his father to come forward.

It seems that this young man has neither wealth nor background, so it will be easy to handle. Qian Shengbiao put on a smirk, and his tone immediately changed, a tone of superiority: " But it doesn't matter if you are poor, our Qian Group creates several hundred million in profits and taxes for the country every year, which should be enough to give more poverty subsidies to students from poor families like you?"

(End of this chapter)