The ‘Chengxiang’ VIP room is divided into two rooms, inside and outside.
Sitting at several tables in the outer hall are tonight's stage performers, orchestra members, and staff.
The young smiles all reveal all kinds of joy. Today is a day worth celebrating.
At least judging from the on-site reactions, The Four Seasons' domestic premiere was a success.
They celebrate music.
...
In the splendid VIP hall, the crowds in Lido costumes are also drinking and changing glasses.
"Congratulations to Cai Zhi."
A well-dressed middle-aged man held a goblet and said warmly: "A very wonderful performance."
Following the speech of EMI Asia Marketing Director, everyone present stood up and picked up their wine glasses.
"Conductor Cai is young and promising, and the domestic classical music market will be counting on you in the future, haha."
"Cai Song, I'd like to give this to you. If you have time, take your group to our theater to perform. The price is up to you."
"cheers."
"cheers."
Although he knew that these were all polite words on the scene, Cai Song still smiled and picked up a glass again: "Thanks to everyone for your love, I would like to toast you with this glass."
After saying that, he raised his head and did it all.
"good!"
One person clapped his hands and applauded.
Then another person stood up and said, "I would like to toast this cup to Commander Cai."
One cup followed another, and in a short time, Cai Song had drank no less than five cups.
However, the toasters continued to come.
Jiang Yuzhen couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stood up to stop the drink.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, another person stood up.
"Big star, I toast you this cup."
"Thank you Mr. Li for your sponsorship. I should give you this cup."
Amid the roar of laughter from the crowd, Cai Song leaned over to the other person's ear and said, "It's just this cup, don't drink any more, and be obedient."
After saying that, he continued to smile and drank the toasted wine one by one.
The art show turned into a wine bar in the blink of an eye.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone's attention was no longer on Cai Song, and everyone started talking.
"Director Chen, are you looking at the contract?"
Cai Song's voice was not loud, just enough for the two people beside him to hear.
Jiang Yuzhen blushed and pricked up her ears.
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the wine table for a moment, "Everyone is happy today and we won't talk about business."
Cai Song's heart sank, "What do you think?"
"Wait until this competition is over."
The middle-aged man raised his glass again and said, "First of all, I wish the orchestra a good ranking."
a long time.
"Thanks."
Cai Song gently picked up the wine glass. Without seeing the expression on his face, he simply touched the other party's wine glass and drank again.
The middle-aged man smiled and gently leaned into Cai Song's ear: "Everyone in the company is watching."
"Do your own thing first, young man."
"Do not worry."
"At least I personally appreciate your talent. You just need to adjust yourself."
"Some things shouldn't be too difficult to pronounce."
Full of wine and inexplicable depression.
Cai Song felt a little tired. He understood what Vanity Fair was like, but he didn't like it.
Don't like it at all.
He just wants to make his own music.
Sometimes he envied the person who could take the initiative to reject DG's olive branch twice.
DG, that is the dream of all classical musicians.
He does the same, and he has tried it, but the other person's ideas are completely contrary to his own.
Naturally, the two parties broke up, and the other party could not accept his neoclassical concept.
I am not willing to let go of my persistence.
Until someone appears who seems willing to pay for his dream, but unfortunately he is a businessman through and through.
"Should talent be realized?"
At this moment, Cai Song couldn't help but ask himself again.
Suddenly, a cold little hand held his big hand from under the table.
...
A cocktail party to find a venue ended with everyone's greetings.
...
Still across the street.
"Xiaoyue, you heard the keynote, right?" The fat man was already drinking a little incoherently.
Qin Jian took the fat man's wine glass, smiled and cursed: "Okay, okay, stop drinking."
Then he turned to look at Ma Yue, who was beside the fat man: "However, you can seriously consider my words. As long as you are willing to join when the time comes, the position of principal clarinet in the orchestra will be reserved for you."
Ma Yue nodded, "Okay, Brother Jian, thank you, I will seriously consider it." As he spoke, he wiped the corners of the fat man's mouth with a wet wipe.
Her answer was far from casual, but everyone present could see that her thoughts at the moment were focused on the fat figure clinging to her.
Qin Jian didn't know why he felt a little moved when he saw this scene.
He hopes to see this scene again many years from now.
"Okay, that's it for today."
Giving up the idea of chatting with the fat man at night, Qin Jian said: "Ma Yue, where is the house you rent? I will take you back."
"Don't bother Brother Jian, we live not far behind."
Qin Jian shook his head, "You don't understand."
As he spoke, he stood up, took the fat man's arm, and said with some difficulty: "Have you ever seen him drunk?"
Ma Yue shook her head: "Today is the first time I know that Zhao Yu can drink."
"Hahaha, let's go, you can't handle it yourself."
The two of them carried the fat man and left the food stall.
When I went out, a group of people had just walked out in front of the glorious hall across the road.
Qin Jian's eyes immediately caught the figure in the crowd.
Likewise, the other party also noticed him.
Just across the street, the two people stared at each other for a moment.
Suddenly the arm on the shoulder suddenly moved, "Brother Jian, where is Ma Yue?"
Qin Jian looked back: "She's here, let's go."
With a strong push on their shoulders, the three of them walked towards the intersection.
Just when Cai Song was about to look away, a surprising scene appeared in front of him.
Under the streetlight, the figure in the white shirt raised his left arm high and gave a thumbs up in his direction.
Yes, he read that right.
A thumbs up.
Cai Song suddenly felt relieved
"What's wrong?"
There was a soft voice of concern beside him.
"fine."
Looking at the three figures disappearing at the intersection, Cai Song turned his head and said with a smile: "You go first, see you later."
Looking at the man who was smiling again, Jiang Yuzhen felt relieved.
whispered.
"See you soon~"
...
After settling the fat man's house, Qin Jian left the fat man's house.
This is an old-fashioned community, with many small advertisements for renting houses posted on the dilapidated walls.
"3400 a month."
"No wonder."
Qin Jian sighed lightly.
Walk towards the path under the streetlight.
He needs to think about some issues quietly.
...
"Is this still an opera?"
This question had been lingering in his mind all night.
...
The cafe on the street corner is still open, the nightclub movie theater has waves of people coming in and out, and the office buildings in the distance are brightly lit.
Bustling metropolis, noisy night.
Qin Jian walked back and forth on a short street, walking with time.
Suddenly, he stopped at dawn.
"If the purpose of a work is to tell a story well and you are shocked or make you think after listening to it, then it will be successful."
Qin Jian seemed to have found the answer.
"So, it's a good story."
"But it's not an opera."
"call."
Looking at the white fish belly on the horizon, it seems like a familiar scene.
Qin Jian couldn't help but take out his phone and look at the date again.
"Today is December 6th."
"Record release."
"Seems like a day worth remembering."
Qin Jian hesitated and couldn't help but glance at the date on his phone.