"Professor Bachmann, the head of the piano department at the University of Performing Arts in Vienna, is also the piano judge of this Mozart Competition***."
"President Riegel, president of the Mozart Music Association, this is not the first time you have met. We were at the Fuge Bar in Tokyo. I won't say more."
Shen Qingci introduced Qin Jian, and Duan Ran and Liao Linjun also stood up.
Liao Linjun knew both of them, and Shen Qingci introduced Duan Ran to Bachman alone.
"Hello, Teacher Bachman." Duan Ran greeted the other party in English.
Bachmann's smile revealed maternal kindness, and he gave Duan Ran a thumbs up, "Norma's memories, very wonderful Liszt."
Fluent English made Qin Jian wonder whether every musician must master multiple languages.
"Thank you." Duan Ran nodded obediently in reply.
For a moment, the atmosphere at the dinner table was like a small diplomatic scene.
Duan Ran spoke French and communicated with Rigel.
Liao Linjun spoke German and communicated with Bachmann.
Shen Qingci speaks French from time to time, German from time to time, and occasionally a word of Chinese.
Qin Jian was responsible for smiling and nodding.
After a moment of greetings, the waiter served out the cold appetizers one by one.
The meal begins.
Qin Jian has eaten Western food, but for him, using a knife and fork is obviously not as proficient as playing a musical scale.
Fortunately, no one made fun of him.
A harmonious dinner naturally involves conversation.
At the beginning, it was basically four adults exchanging all kinds of interesting things about this competition.
The two little ones were discussing the dishes.
"Do you eat these every day in France?"
"Of course not, there are instant noodles."
Qin Jian nodded to express his understanding. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to eat something like this for several days in a row. Not to mention the taste, the amount was really pitiful.
But the onion soup is really good.
With the arrival of the main course.
The conversation gradually shifted to Qin Jian.
Under Shen Qingci's translation, everyone's communication was relatively normal.
Riegel seemed to be very enthusiastic about the "Performance of Chris' Seventh Variation", but except for Duan Ran, all the four people sitting here were not interested in this topic.
"I've checked all the information, but I really can't find any clues. Can you tell me about this piece?" Rigel looked at Qin Jian with a smile.
Qin Jian had long expected this scene, so he had already prepared an excuse.
"This piece was written by an old friend of mine." Qin Jian said seriously.
Following Shen Qingci's translation, the two old men were stunned. Indeed, as they expected, this work was born today.
Feeling the sincerity in Qin Jian's tone, Rigel felt a little disappointed in his heart. Qin Jian's answer was not what he expected.
However, he continued to ask: "Is this old friend of yours called Chris? I mean, many composers with extraordinary personalities like to use pseudonyms. Does he have any other works, such as work No. 1?"
Work No. 2, is it in sonata format, or a large concerto or something like that?”
Shen Qingci was translating while Qin Jian nodded. He didn't want to deceive this charitable old man, but there were some questions that he couldn't explain clearly, and he felt a little embarrassed for a while.
He thought for a while.
"Maybe it's a pseudonym. He is a eccentric person. As for other works, I won't know until I get them." Qin Jian picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece of steak lamely and fed it to his mouth. He chewed it for a moment and praised it.
He nodded with his eyes and said: "It's delicious, but the portion is too small."
"That's why I was so skinny as a kid," Riegel added.
Everyone laughed.
Seeing that Qin Jian didn't want to say anything more, Liao Linjun came out to smooth things over, asking everyone to stop talking, and then called the waiter to order two more steaks.
The topic changed from Chris to Huayun Sai.
From the Huayun Competition to the differences in music education between China and the West..
After Rigel praised Shen Qingci severely.
The focus turned to Qin Jian again.
"So, what are your plans for future development?" Bachman asked Qin Jian.
Qin Jian's answer was, "I will study in China for a while and wait until a suitable time to make other plans."
Qin Jian felt that he had thought it through clearly. He was sure that no one knew better than him what he needed now.
The accumulation of skills takes time, and there is still a lot of time to listen and see what he has learned. Now he needs a quiet period of time alone with the piano.
Liao Linjun and Duan Ran already knew Qin Jian's answer, while Shen Qingci was a little surprised, "Have you thought about it?"
"Yeah." Qin Jian replied.
"Which hospital do you plan to go to?" Shen Qingci asked again.
"Whatever." Qin Jian answered casually on the surface, but he already had Xiao Jiujiu in mind, but this was before he filled in his application.
Shen Qingci smiled and said, "That's right. It's the same wherever you go. I guess if this news is released, several big houses in the country will start to fight over it."
"Tsk, tsk," Duan Ran added, "Look at how beautiful some people are."
Liao Linjun translated the conversation between the three people to Bachmann.
moment.
Bachmann also laughed, and then extended an olive branch, ""If it is possible in the future, I welcome you on behalf of the Vienna University of Arts and Performance."
"It's a great honor," Qin Jian replied respectfully, "Vienna must be my first stop."
This was also one of his earliest plans.
After Shen Qingci relayed Qin Jian's words to Bachmann, the other party expressed his happiness.
"I believe he will come back," she said. "Shen, have you told him about that?"
"Not yet, you can tell me." Shen Qingci smiled and said, "After all, this is the decision of the organizing committee. It is more formal for the chairman. I am just a translator."
"Okay, but there may be some changes in the decision. Regarding the contract issue, I think it can be extended for another year."
"What do you mean..." Shen Qingci's eyes lit up, but Liao Linjun on the side frowned slightly and his eyes flickered.
Seeing the two people talking non-stop, Qin Jian was confused again.
...
five minutes later.
Bachmann coughed lightly, looked at Qin Jian and started speaking, and Shen Qingci translated it word for word.
"In view of your performance in this Mozart Music Competition."
"The official organizing committee decided to join forces with DG Company, the sponsor of this competition."
"I will record a personal Mozart collection for you to commemorate."
"This record will be produced with the participation of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra."
"By the way, Petrenko is very interested in your Mozart."
As Shen Qingci finished speaking, Qin Jian's heart surged.
Mozart records!
DG? Europe's most famous classical music record company.
Petrenko? The current chief conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, one of the three largest symphony orchestras in the world.
As for releasing a solo album...
At a certain level, a musician's achievement can no longer be measured by a ranking in an international competition.
Which top conducting orchestras they have collaborated with, what level of concerts they have given, and what kind of recordings they have recorded are the symbols that measure their level, status and popularity.