Chapter 120 The technician goes online with a ding
"Ding."
There was a crisp sound, like a response from afar.
"Discovering Amadeus' last wish"
Under the soft light, the young man frowned slightly as the voice sounded in his mind.
"Amadeus?"
The young man murmured.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a name flashed through his mind.
"It's Zate!"
"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!"
In an instant, the young man's pupils began to shake rapidly, and his heart, which had been trying to calm down for a while, was once again in turmoil.
"Is this Mozart's last wish?"
"Then thank you, Uncle Bei."
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At this time, the hall has fallen into
There were people applauding in front of the stage, behind the stage, in the judges' seat, in the audience, and in every corner.
Strangers can easily establish some kind of intimate relationship through music through a black piano and a pair of hands.
An outstanding performance is the best tribute to the audience.
Sincere applause is the best feedback for the stage.
The young man stood up, put on the handkerchief on the piano table, and returned to the center of the stage amid heavy applause.
Bowed in three directions.
Finally left the stage with applause.
"The ninth contestant in this round——"
"Designated piano, Steinway D"
"He will bring the following tracks..."
"Haydn..."
The game continues.
The special performance of eight consecutive Beethoven sonatas finally ended with Qin Jian’s No. 8.
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Push the door open and go out.
In the waiting corridor, brand-new pianos are neatly arranged, and next to each piano there are three staff members fiddling with the corners of the piano.
It seemed like they were doing an examination, and someone was holding a pen and writing something in a notebook.
"Please give way."
A voice came from the front.
Qin Jianlai hurriedly looked away and turned sideways.
Directly in front, two staff members wearing "Stein;sons" logos were pushing a piano towards this side.
Passing by, Qin Jian saw the Steinway logo on the piano.
It turns out that this is what the other side of the background looks like.
Turning around and looking around, Qin Jian didn't seem to find the Yamah staff.
When he was about to leave, under the incandescent lamp on the left side of the corridor hall, a tall old foreign man leaned against the wall with his strong arms and a small tuning fork in his ear. He was looking at himself with a smile.
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"Uncle Potter!!"
Qin Jian said in surprise and walked quickly in the direction of the old man.
I never expected that I would meet...um...meet such an old Potter backstage here.
Wearing a pair of brown glass mirrors and a handsome navy blue overalls, a dark brown dismissal apron hangs down to his knees. In the small tool bag unfolded on the side of his waist, there are various small tools inserted.
tool.
Is this still the drunk bartender?
Is this still the same Santa Claus with the drum brush?
"Hi, jian"
"The performance just now was very touching, I almost cried," Old Porter took off his glasses and pointed to the corners of his eyes exaggeratedly.
It's just that Qin Jian can't see anything except joking.
One old and the other joked with each other for a while.
"Uncle Bert, why are you here? Where's Sister Lin Jun, is she here too?"
"She should have finished her work this time, but that's not important. Let's talk about how she used the piano just now." The old man said as he summoned a notebook and a pen from his body.
"Let's start with the speakers."
"Well," Qin Jian recalled, "the chords in the lower range are not only clear, but also very thick. I don't even feel like yamah."
The old man grinned and started writing, "Continue."
"Then the midrange feels more like..."
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The Q&A is over.
"Okay, go and have a rest. I have to sort out these data. Now is not the time for small talk," the old man said to himself while writing. "We will meet again in two days. Tell me then."
Tell me about your game.”
"Ma'am, see you later."
Qin Jian said, turning around and walking towards the other side of the backstage.
After a conversation, I once again saw the power of professional tuning.
Even for Old Bert to be proficient in this technique, Qin Jian couldn't feel any real surprise in his heart.
It's just that the selection of the piano was arranged by Liao Linjun, and the tuning was handled by Porter.
These are connected together, plus the scene of the three of them sitting around the coffee table and having a meal in the piano room.
Qin Jian felt indescribably moved in his heart for a moment.
"Thank you, uncle!"
Listening to the words that reached his ears, the old man raised his head.
Far away, at the end of the corridor, the young man was talking happily.
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Professional events require not only professional judges and contestants, but also photography, recording, venue management, and backstage. Every link is professionally equipped.
Backstage, the dressing room door was still closed, and Qin Jian found a place to sit down again.
The Haydn sonata coming from the stage is coming to an end.
This means that there are still three works left before the competition results are announced.
The waiting process is not boring.
“It’s time to count the loot again.
After the real performance began, Qin Jian did not pay attention to the increase in worship value.
But that doesn't mean it's not important.
Cross the left hand.
The panel appears, and a column of data is clearly printed in front of you.
"This..." The young man could hardly control his lips.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."
【7504】
This is a real increase of 5,000 points, almost twice as high as expected!
Qin Jian finally felt at ease.
Look down.
The gold coins also reached [280w+] during these two days of intense practice.
Experience points still grow slowly: [74/200]
After casually scanning
Qin Jian let out a breath and opened his backpack.
In the grid next to the Day of Wrath, a page of light gray paper-like objects is emitting a lavender light.
"Purple!"
It's purple!
Items bearing the names of musicians are indeed not simple.
Qin Jian looked happy and thought to himself.
Concentrate your awareness on the piece of paper.
Slowly, the paper pages floated up and spread out in front of Qin Jian.
【Amadeus' last wish】
'One day, a stranger with a cold expression and dressed in black came to visit. The stranger asked Amadeus to write a "Requiem".
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It was Amadeus. At that time, few people knew who Mozart was.
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Later he became ill.
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He could never get rid of this mass for death.
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It snowed heavily on the day of the funeral.
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It was a cemetery where criminals, homeless people and poor people were buried.
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"Do you want to spend 10,000 worship points to open Amadeus' last wish?"
"Fuck."
10,000 worship points.
Qin Jian sighed softly.
If this was just a story, Qin Jian admitted that he had been attracted. If he really had enough admiration points, he could not wait to open it and read it now.
But the problem now is that this seems to be not only a story, but also seems to be related to some plot.
Task? Score? Work? Reward?
For a moment, the boy's brain was filled with all kinds of fantasy.
As Mozart's unfinished posthumous work, the Requiem has been like a black mystery for centuries.
Qin Jian's heart became more and more itchy, just...
"no."
The page went back, and the gray paper slowly floated back to the inventory.
Turning off his backpack and looking at the admiration value that had grown to 7502, Qin Jian sighed helplessly.
“It turns out there is more than one kind of poverty.”
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Through the corridor, applause came from the hall.
then.
"The ninth player to appear in this round - Qi Feng, recommended by the Hui Provincial Musicians Association..."