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Half an hour later.

William was barely out of danger. He downed three bottles of iced cola, and although his tongue was still a little slurred, his eyes regained that irritating stubbornness.

"Lin! Your 'Ten Thousand Frontiers' is great. But I'm not convinced."

William stared intently at Lin Yan and spoke in broken Chinese mixed with English.

"The essence of a symphony is structure and motive. You might spend a year coming up with just one piece. In the realm of improvisation in Western classical music, you can't beat me."

Li Mingchang was sweating profusely, thinking to himself that this old foreign devil really doesn't learn his lesson and his head is really hard.

Lin Yan was picking his teeth with a toothpick in his mouth when he heard this and burst out laughing.

"Improvisation? Symphony?"

Lin Yan spat the toothpick into the bone dish and slowly pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

"Since you flew all this way and were brought to tears by the spiciness, I can't let you come all this way for nothing. I'll show you something new today."

Lin Yan didn't ask anyone to bring any elegant musical instruments.

He glanced at the mess of pots and pans on the table, and casually picked up two wooden chopsticks stained with chili oil.

"Lin?" William frowned, thinking this Chinese man was playing a trick on him.

Lin Yan ignored him. He picked up his chopsticks and casually tapped the white porcelain bowl, making a clear, high-pitched "ding".

Then he tapped the empty beer bottle again, making a dull thud.

With perfect pitch, the leftovers on the table instantly transformed in his mind into a row of top-quality black and white piano keys.

"Take good care of your knees."

As soon as Lin Yan finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Ding ding ding—dong!"

"Ding ding ding—dong!"

Four extremely short and explosive notes burst forth from the collision of the white porcelain bowl and the glass!

It is the most powerful note of Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C minor, "Fate," from his previous life!

William felt a jolt of numbness in the top of his head, as if he'd been struck by lightning. The motif of those four notes was too violent! It was like Death itself was pounding on the door!

Before he could react, Lin Yan's hands had already transformed into butterflies flitting among flowers, leaving afterimages on the table.

The chopsticks struck the rim of the copper pot, the bottom of the porcelain plate, and the glasses filled with tea of ​​different sizes with precision.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The intense rhythm crashed down like a torrential downpour. Lin Yan had actually managed to create the same intense, overwhelming feeling as a string section of a large symphony orchestra using the simplest tableware!

Every landing point, the force, the pitch, the rhythm—it was breathtakingly perfect.

Li Mingchang had already jumped up, his teacup trembling like a leaf.

He sensed the terrifying dominance behind the melody.

Lin Yan's tapping continued to accelerate. During the chorus, he even used chopsticks to scrape the dark patterns on the surface of the copper pot, creating a dull bass sound similar to the friction of a cello string.

Accompanied by the high notes of the porcelain bowl, he immediately showcased an impeccable two-part polyphony!

"when!"

With a final, heavy slam, Lin Yan slammed the chopsticks onto the table.

The private room was deathly silent. Only the red oil broth in the copper pot was still bubbling and boiling.

William slumped into his chair, his lips trembling uncontrollably. The way he looked at Lin Yan was as if he were looking at an alien monster in human skin.

With just two broken chopsticks and a few broken bowls, he improvised a symphonic motif that could dominate the history of music worldwide.

"thump."

William's legs went weak, and he slid off the chair and knelt down at Lin Yan's feet.

He clung tightly to Lin Yan's legs, shouting hoarsely in broken Chinese, his voice trembling with sobs:

"Father!"

"Teach me! Take me in! I'll give you all my Grammy Awards to use as ashtrays!!"

Lin Yan pulled her leg back in disgust and casually wiped the sesame paste stains off her hands on William's trench coat.

"Don't claim relatives randomly. I don't have a son as old as you."

Lin Yan stood up and patted William on the shoulder.

There's an old Chinese saying: "There are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding." From now on, try not to be so talkative on Twitter.

William nodded his head like a pestle striking garlic, as obedient as a newly baptized fanatical believer.

"Also, pay the bill for this hot pot meal; it was really expensive."

Lin Yan took Shen Qingqiu's hand and walked out of the private room without looking back, leaving Li Mingchang and several foreign assistants bewildered in the cold wind.

Once outside, Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't hold back anymore and doubled over with laughter: "Your knock is going to cause an uproar in the international classical music scene. What's the name of this piece?"

"Destiny." Lin Yan shrugged, his tone as casual as if he were talking about what he had for dinner. "Just typing it out for fun."

Shen Qingqiu looked at the man beside her, her eyes brimming with starlight. This man clearly held a nuclear weapon in his hands that could crush the world's music scene, yet he only wanted to live a life of eating hot pot and playing minor roles.

Two days later.

The internet exploded.

Because William Davis posted a long tweet. He didn't mention hotpot or Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), only a very devout black-and-white background image, and wrote one sentence:

"In China, I met the one and only god of music. Lin is my mentor."

The entire internet was in an uproar. Domestic keyboard warriors had just polished their keyboards, ready to launch their attack, only to find their opponent had already swiftly surrendered, leaving them completely bewildered.

Overnight, Lin Yan's "winning over a foreign grandpa at a hot pot party" meme became an unparalleled legend in the entertainment circle.