Nick Bob, an ordinary professor at the North American Conservatory of Music, also subscribed to Gramophone magazine.

Compared to the extremely regular attire of other music conservatory professors, his slightly dark skin stood out among the school crowd.

However, although his skin is extremely dark, the clothes he wears are not as dirty as other black people. Instead, he wears a suit that shows off his figure very docilely.

Whether it's the coat or the lining, you can't see any wrinkles at all. It's more gentlemanly than many white people.

It's just that the old white man in the communication room in the school who is responsible for delivering information doesn't seem to like him.

"Mr. Paul, has the magazine I ordered arrived today? Gramophone Magazine."

Nick walked to the door of the office, knocked lightly, and said to the old white man inside who was looking at the magazine: "If I remember correctly, I remember that today should be the release date of the magazine."

"Um?"

The old white man Paul frowned and put down the newspaper in his hand slightly. Looking at Nick in a suit, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Then he couldn't help but sneered slightly, glanced at the next door, and then raised the newspaper in his hand again.

Get up and read the news above again.

Nick couldn't help but feel a little helpless when he looked at the old white man. After sighing, he walked to the place where the old man had glanced away. He picked up the book wrapped in oil paper with his name written on it and faced Paul.

Nod slightly.

"Thank you Mr. Paul, I've got my magazine. Have a nice day."

After that, he made a very normal religious blessing gesture to the old white man, then turned and left.

The old white man put the newspaper down slightly, sneered again, shook his head, and lifted it up again.

The place they were in was not a culturally integrated place like New York. At that time, their place was extremely moral and would do anything if they didn't accept it.

Although black music is becoming more and more popular in North America, Europe and even the world, this old white man Paul just doesn't like Nick, the black professor.

He didn't understand at all why black people could be promoted to professors in conservatories by virtue of their ethnic music, or be the kind of musicians who could give concerts all over the world.

Wouldn't those people who like black musicians feel frightened when they look at this group of black people? Who knows what dirty tricks he did to crowd out the other group of white professors?

Nick seemed to know that Paul didn't like him, but because of the general environment, he didn't care and just did his job step by step.

After all, my salary is several times that of the old man working in the information room. I can hire three or four people for a concert tour, so why should I care about him?

only……

Nick's footsteps suddenly paused. He didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly sighed and turned to look at the music conservatory. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

What he wants to do and the job he is engaged in do not match.

"Hey! Nick!"

A relaxed voice sounded.

Different from the old white man before, an obviously white man tugged on the cuffs of his clothes with great ease, looking extremely chic, and walked towards Nick with extremely cheerful steps.

This is also the associate professor at this music school, Bruce Jean.

It was obvious that he had no discriminatory attitude toward Nick. Instead, he jumped over slightly, hooked Nick's neck with an expression completely inconsistent with his status as an associate professor, and said with a smile.

"Nick, I saw you from afar. What did you do in the communication room just now? Did any new magazines arrive?"

"Well, yes, Gramophone Magazine."

Nick looked at Bruce and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He smiled and tore up the brown paper on the book in his hand, handed the book to him, and said with a smile.

"No, do you want to take a look first?"

"Aha, thank you so much. You're welcome. I've been wanting to order this magazine recently, but it's a bit too expensive. I can't bear to part with it. My dad won't even give me any money.

, my monthly salary is almost not enough for me to eat and drink."

"If you go to less nightclubs, drink less than two glasses of wine, and be on time for class every time, maybe you won't have this problem."

"How is that possible? Nick, you have no idea that nightclubs are the soul of our city! If you can't dance, drink and smoke with those girls at night, but squat in the piano room and practice piano every day, like this

Life is like a prison, you know? There is no way I can endure such a life!"

Bruce complained while flipping through the magazine in his hand, and said casually: "Seriously, Nick, look at you, you have such a good figure, and your temperament is completely different from other people. If you go to a nightclub, you will definitely

There are countless people surrounding you. When you go there, you will know what life is. Life is short, so enjoy yourself while you can!"

His last words were not spoken in English, but in Latin, Carpe Diem.

Nick listened to Bruce's words and didn't care.

The two people have completely different attitudes towards life. Just as Bruce has no way of understanding why he can stay in the piano room and study every day, he also has no way of understanding why Bruce goes to nightclubs every day, even if he loses his entire month's salary.

It doesn't matter inside.

Therefore, he just answered the question a few times and asked casually.

"By the way, what did Gramophone magazine say this time? For example, there are musicians who have been in the spotlight recently, as well as some albums worth buying and listening to. I still have nearly a thousand dollars left to buy records this month, which should be enough to buy a lot.

record."

"Records? I feel like they are all records by old pianists. There is nothing new. For me, there is nothing worth buying. But you don't know. As for the pianists you mentioned who are more popular,

, I think you might like this person."

After saying that, Bruce picked up the magazine in his hand, placed it in front of Nick, pointed at the information on it and said.

"The classical pianist closest to the jazz god, Dior Fu"
Chapter completed!