A few days later.

The small theater in the center of D city.

Local folk music bands and drama troupes hold routine performances at this theater every weekend. If a large orchestra from other provinces or abroad arrives, they will give up their location.

People who love folk music can buy a ticket if they spend fifty dollars on weekends, listen to the concert for more than an hour, relax themselves in the music of "Spring Festival Overture" and "Spring River Moon Night" - this has been happening for seven or eight years, and now it will increase to nearly one hundred yuan - if they are willing to spend double the money, they can choose the best seat and enjoy it slowly.

Compared with the self-sufficient folk music band, D City Western Symphony Orchestra is much more miserable. Kong Yiqi, the female conductor of the symphony orchestra, thinks he is a female version of Kong Yiji.

After the theater in the western suburbs was abandoned, her orchestra lost its base and could only watch others' eyes all day long, ask for help, and take advantage of the situation. Last year, she finally couldn't escape the fate of disbanding.

She herself didn't mind losing her job, but she had to consider her two children, Xiao Jin and Xiao Yu.

Like his mother, Xiao Jin wanted to be a conductor of an orchestra; Xiao Yu wanted to become a violinist.

They will go to college this fall, and the more money and connections they have, of course, the better.

Now there is a window for the national music industry to show itself - China's top Chinese Symphony Orchestra and Choir are about to come to D City to perform. As the representative of the conductor of D City (mainly the old conductor of D City who was originally scheduled to serve as guest conductor, she was suddenly hospitalized due to illness), she got the opportunity to direct the concert.

If the performance of "Beethoven's Ninth "Chorus" Symphony" was successful enough, his value as a conductor would have increased, and maybe he would have a new work contract.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Yu."

Kong Yiqi's children also arranged to attend the performance, and she arranged them in the first row, as close to the podium as possible to make herself feel more at ease.

"After all, it's a small place, and there's no big deal." She heard the chief violin pointing in the performance hall.

...

The conductor and the orchestra who were nervously preparing for it were not clear - the biggest genius in music history is on the way to listen to this concert...

During this period, Beethoven has learned how to listen to CDs; he has listened to all nine symphonies from the first to eighth, and only the last "Chorus Symphony", the world-famous Ode to Joy, did not choose to listen to the recording.

"Master," Dr. Todd said timidly at the entrance of the theater, stressed out, "we... I think we should go to Vienna, Berlin, or New York and Boston..."

The master smiled.

“Do you think they’ll play badly?”

"No," Todd said, "I didn't say that."

"You know, last year...I mean, 1824-"

“It was last year for you.”

"I've seen a lot of bad performances," Mr. Bei smiled, "Not bad this time."

Beethoven said it lightly, but Todd could feel the emotions hidden in his words.

When the premiere of "The Ninth Symphony", he stood on the podium but could not hear anything. He could only wave his hands, then lowered his head and silently watched the music score. Another conductor directed the music to finish it. Until the end of the performance, he was surrounded by the boiling audience and realized that the music was over.

In the 21st century, hundreds of millions of people around the world have heard clips of Ode to Joy, but Beethoven himself has never heard of it once...

The master himself wanted to make up for this regret for himself. This was exactly what Todd wanted to do.

Other songs can be listened to and recorded, with the exception of "Ninth".

"I hope the quality of today's performance is qualified." Todd secretly cheered up today's female conductor in his heart. Even if it is impossible to have the world's top level, at least it should be worthy of the master's restored hearing.

Chen Qiang is not far away.

He is capable of inviting world-renowned orchestras to perform in China, but he didn't do that.

Chen Qiang has no sense of classical music, but he is not disgusted with helping historical celebrities satisfy their wishes during his lifetime.

Those live sound wave monsters did not appear again.

"Chen Qiang." He suddenly heard the master calling his name.

"What?"

"The ticket you bought is in the middle!" Mr. Bei suddenly protested.

"What? There is no private room here, that is the most expensive and the best effect..."

"I know. But I want the first row."

"But……"

"I want to be closer to the musicians," Master Bei said with confidence. "I want to let myself see their faces clearly."

"Okay." Chen Qiang said helplessly, Todd repeatedly gestured to him, and he decided to accommodate the master's temper.

"The first row should be fully booked..." Todd pulled Chen Qiang aside, "We'll find someone to exchange tickets later-"

"It's okay." Chen Qiang waved his hand, looking as if nothing had happened, "You guys go directly to the first row."

"What about you?"

"I'll go to the theater manager's office. I...I mean, my father has a bit of a relationship with him."

All problems that can be solved with money ability are not a problem for Chen Qiang.

...

Second floor.

In front of the manager's office.

"It's been renovated..." Chen Qiang muttered while walking on the thickened red carpet in the corridor. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," he heard a strange and crisp female voice, "The door is not locked."

Chen Qiang frowned. In his memory, the manager of the theater was a greasy man over 50 years old.

He pushed open the door.

"Who are you?"

Behind the desk, a beautiful white girl wearing a red cheongsam and holding a folding fan sitting on the boss's chair.

"Manager Wang is not here today," she said happily, "I am responsible for the theater today. Chen Qiang, right?"

"Tell me your name first," Chen Qiang said, "I don't remember Lao Wang finding a new assistant."

"I'm not an assistant," the cheongsam girl shook her head and handed over a business card. "Well, if you have to ask...Stifana Stifana Black."

"Miss Black is it?" Chen Qiang put away his business card and looked at the cheongsam girl. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, giving people a happy feeling.

"I prefer to call me Loved the Delcott," Styfana blinked playfully, "That's my mother's last name. Well, call me Loved the Delcott or Miss Loved the Delcott."

Chen Qiang glanced at the desk from the corner of his eyes. Two photo frames were placed side by side on the table.

In the first photo, a bald man with a triangular face and a hooked nose is smiling at the camera. Another photo - this photo is black and white, looking a little old - is a strange man with dark skin, tall and thin appearance, cheerful smile, wearing twenties costumes.

"This is my father and grandfather." Stifana happily introduced, "Lostalos Black, Antonio Black."

“…”
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