The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 127 More money is needed!
The school has started its winter vacation, and almost everyone has gone back to their homes to celebrate the New Year. Only some people who live in Haicheng are still hanging out in the school and are too lazy to go back so early.

Therefore, Chen Qiu was alone in the concert hall of his home.

He never imagined that there would be such a... orchestra manager in his home concert hall?
The middle-aged man in front of Chen Qiu obviously had some vicissitudes of life on his face, looking like a working man.

If he didn't say anything, Chen Qiu would most likely think that he was a tourist who accidentally went to the wrong place.

But when he came specifically to find Chen Qiu, and then asked Chen Qiu if he was interested in joining the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, and invited Chen Qiu to be the temporary conductor, Chen Qiu felt that his three views were about to be shattered.

Holy shit? What the hell?

Such a timid migrant worker is actually the manager of the band?

Not only that, the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra actually invited me to be their temporary conductor?
Chen Qiu looked at the band manager in front of him, his expression seemed a little distorted, and he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"No, I understood it correctly. What you mean is that your Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra does not have a conductor now, but because it needs to participate in Haicheng Radio and Television Station's program and perform on it, it came to me to help with the conductor's duties. Is that what you mean?”

"um, yes."

The manager took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

He is also feeling a little disillusioned now.

But he still spoke honestly.

"We really want to invite you... uh, you? Invite you to be the temporary conductor of our orchestra. It will be like a Spring Festival gala. After the recording of the program of Haicheng Radio and Television Station is completed, you can leave directly. It doesn’t need to be on the TV station on the night of the Spring Festival.”

Chen Qiu stretched out his hand to interrupt the manager and said directly: "That's not the problem. I have a general understanding of the recording of this kind of local station. They basically record the programs in advance and then put them on. This is normal. I'm surprised. The question is, how did you find me? And why did you find me?"

"Because, because..."

The manager was obviously a little confused. He didn't know whether he should say this or not.

But after thinking about it, he picked up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and whispered awkwardly.

"Because we have found all the commanders in front."

"..."

Chen Qiu was silent.

He knew instantly what the manager meant.

He has already visited all the commanders in front of Haicheng.

For example, Zhao Yi and Wang Hai have been quite busy recently and should not have time to pay attention to the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

So they will definitely reject Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

As for some of the orchestras in front of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, many of their conductors are conductors of big orchestras in other places, or they come from abroad.

The manager most likely asked everyone one by one, but in the end no one agreed to his request.

He continued to ask questions one after another, and finally came to the Haiyin Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

According to the magazine Chen Qiu saw, the most important things written in the magazine were about Chen Qiu, and nothing about Wang Hai's achievements.

And so the manager found himself.

Although the ranking of the Haiyin Harmony Symphony Orchestra is not as good as the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, there is no way now.

You can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Therefore, the manager found Chen Qiu and came over to ask Chen Qiu to help direct.

Chen Qiu squinted his eyes and looked at the worker-manager who was wiping sweat in front of him, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

He felt something was wrong with the manager, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

So after Chen Qiu thought for a moment, he tentatively asked the manager.

"If I remember correctly, Commander Li Tian, ​​isn't he your commander? Why don't you go find him?"

"Ah! Don't you know? Commander Li Tian has returned to the capital, so we don't have a commander at Haicheng Radio now."

The manager said immediately.

He looked at Chen Qiu's young face with some hesitation.

When he looked at the rankings of the Haicheng symphony orchestra this year, he always thought that Chen Qiu was a particularly powerful conductor who came back from abroad, or was a young conductor from a certain master, and came to lead the transition of the student orchestra. transitional.

In any case, Chen Qiu must be at least thirty or forty years old. This age is relatively normal.

But he never thought of it.

Chen Qiu is actually so young.

He seems to be in his early twenties.

He was sitting there, and there was no sign of any mature command at all.

Therefore, the manager's expression became particularly tangled.

After thinking for a long time, he asked tentatively.

"If you feel that it is not suitable, or if you are not sure, you can tell me directly. After all, it is indeed a bit difficult to suddenly take charge of an orchestra or something, whether it is a young conductor or an old conductor. It’s not an easy thing, so…”

"No, this is not difficult." Chen Qiu immediately reached out and interrupted the manager's speech.

He touched his chin slightly and said slowly while thinking.

"I want to know, how many days do you have until recording?"

"Well, it can be recorded in sections, but the latest is less than ten days. If it's any later, there will be problems."

"It looks like it will be less than ten days..." Chen Qiu was silent and did not express his position immediately, but continued to ask, "Where is the repertoire? What kind of repertoire will be performed?"

"Spring Festival Overture, Dance of the Golden Snake, and some simple accompaniments. There are no particularly difficult pieces. If you need it, I can give you the track list now."

Although the manager still maintained a skeptical attitude towards Chen Qiu, his expression on the surface still seemed very respectful.

He took out a document from his briefcase, handed it to Chen Qiu, and whispered to Chen Qiu.

"Don't worry, all our repertoire has been rehearsed. You just need to cooperate with the orchestra a little, give everyone tips at certain points, and then control the overall speed. There will be no problem, nothing is needed. Special operation.”

"Well, let me take a look first. There's no rush."

Chen Qiu reached out to take the document from the man's hand and glanced up and down.

As the manager said, many of the repertoire they played were simple Spring Festival works, in addition to accompaniment for other programs.

Nothing particularly special.

If it were a professional orchestra, there would really be no problem rehearsing so many works.

After Chen Qiu thought for a moment, he looked at the manager and said simply to him.

"still have a question."

"You say!"

"How much do I get paid?"

Chen Qiu returned the document to the manager and asked him directly.

"You are looking for a rescue conductor who can control the orchestra and help the orchestra complete the performance. Then I would like to know how much salary you can give. The salary for a rescue is not cheap."

After hearing Chen Qiu's words, the manager immediately rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said sheepishly: "As you said, the money will definitely be given, but we really can't say the specific amount. After all, we We haven’t seen your actual performance, so we can only give an estimate.”

"Estimation? What's the estimate?"

"Estimated..."

Chen Qiu watched the manager sweating with interest, waiting for his answer.

The manager struggled for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and spitting out the answer with difficulty.

"Estimated, 2 per game."

"2 million..."

Chen Qiu did not answer.

It’s hard to say whether the price is high or low.

Because a normal orchestra member's monthly salary may only be more than 2, and the chief's salary is about 3-.

A conductor, excluding the top conductors in the country like Yu Tu and Zhao Yi, and other normal front-line conductors, the monthly salary is about 5 yuan.

As for some ordinary orchestras, such as the top ten orchestras in Haicheng and the top one hundred orchestras in the country.

The salaries of their conductors and orchestra members are even lower.

The conductor's salary is just over 10,000 yuan.

Maybe even only 7-8k per month.

Chen Qiu's current family savings are only tens of thousands of yuan, which are used more for emergencies than pocket money to spend casually.

Tens of thousands of yuan may sound like a lot, but if the school does not provide subsidies, Chen Qiu's family's monthly rent, water and electricity bills will add up to a mess, and they may not be able to survive for half a year.

And if Chen Qiu wants to have a band...

Just put it this way, a band of 100 people costs one thousand yuan a month, and Chen Qiu has to pay 10 yuan a month. He simply couldn't afford to support such a huge orchestra.

Therefore, the difference between Chen Qiu and a pauper now is that he still has some emergency savings and the school helped pay some basic money.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Qiu is actually a little tempted by the 2 yuan.

But his expression didn't change at all. He just looked at the manager and asked him.

"Is this 2 yuan the final total?"

"No, no, it's not the total amount."

The manager immediately shook his head and explained to Chen Qiu.

"One rehearsal costs 2 yuan, and then the performance is yuan. This price is the highest price we can offer. You see..."

"Hmm... let me think about it."

Chen Qiu shook his head slightly.

He didn't immediately accept the manager's terms, but thought about it briefly.

The reputation of Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra is not good on his side.

The main reason is because of Li Tian.

Li Tian has no way to control the entire orchestra.

Chen Qiu didn't know whether it was because of Li Tian himself or the orchestra.

But what is certain is that this band is not a particularly easy one to control.

Therefore, after Chen Qiu thought for a moment, he said to the manager.

"Forget it, let's not discuss the money in a hurry. Can I see the band first? After seeing the band, we can discuss the final amount of money."

"hiss……"

The manager couldn't help but gasped when he heard this.

Although he didn't say it clearly, he could feel that Chen Qiu was not satisfied with the reward.

But the rejection of him by so many conductors made him a little anxious now.

Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and nod vigorously.

"Okay! Okay, let's watch the orchestra first!"

"So when do we leave?"

"Now, the band is rehearsing at our unit right now, so if you don't mind, can we take a taxi there now?"

"Well, okay, you call a car first, and I'll pack up and come back!"

Chen Qiu nodded, accepted the manager's request, and asked him to go out and call a car first, while Chen Qiu came to the backstage of the orchestra.

Based on the concert list he saw from the manager before, he pulled out all the pieces that needed to be played today, collected the music scores, and put them in his school bag.

Then after thinking about it, he came to the table in the music library and opened the drawer in the table.

Inside the drawer, there is a row of batons of various sizes.

Chen Qiu didn't know why, but he felt melancholy in his heart.

After sighing slightly, he chose the one with the most suitable feel and length among the batons, and also received it in his schoolbag.

The choice of baton is actually very simple.

It's the length from your palm to your elbow.

This is the most suitable distance for a baton.

As for the feel, it varies from person to person.

After Chen Qiu packed up everything, the manager also called the car. He stood in front of the door of the concert hall, opened the door to the back seat, nodded respectfully to Chen Qiu, stretched out his hand and said.

"Commander Chen Qiu, please."

"Thank you!"

Chen Qiu lifted the schoolbag in his hand, nodded slightly to him, and got into the car directly.

The manager also waited for Chen Qiu to get in the car, then sat directly in the passenger seat of the car, reported his mobile phone number to the driver, and asked the driver to take them to the rehearsal location of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

Neither of them had anything to say along the way.

Chen Qiu is thinking about what he will perform next.

The manager was a little hesitant, not sure how he should treat Chen Qiu.

Although he behaved respectfully on the surface, in fact, when he looked at Chen Qiu, he always felt that he was a bit small.

No matter how much he told himself, he couldn't judge people by their appearance, but when faced with conducting, an industry that requires experience and talent, he still couldn't treat Chen Qiu with a normal attitude.

Commanding is a profession where the older you get, the better you become with the same level of talent.

Generally speaking, for a top conductor, as he approaches old age, the thinking in the works he interprets becomes more profound.

He didn't know how many top conductors he knew. The youngest one was probably Wang Hai, but Wang Hai was still in his forties, and his children had even started attending junior high school.

As for Zhao Yi, his daughter is almost as old as Chen Qiu.

Not to mention Yu Tu’s top conductors, each one is older than the last.

That is to say, Li Tian is a little younger, but Li Tian is also almost 30, nearly forty years old.

If he brings back a conductor like Chen Qiu, who is in his twenties, will the orchestra leader really not scold him?

Thinking of this, the manager felt a headache.

The previous Li Tian had a conflict with Li Tian because he couldn't deal with the chief. The chief felt that Li Tian was too young and unworthy to guide them.

Now I actually brought a younger conductor back.

Would the chief feel that he was being targeted specifically?
Although the orchestra manager does not need to be responsible for the performance part of the orchestra or to deal with the orchestra members, their more task is to operate the orchestra so that the orchestra can get more funding and funds, so that the small company of the orchestra can be in a good position. In a positive cycle.

But really, who can really ignore the band members completely?

If you really have no contact with the band members, then why do you want to be a band manager? Just become a direct manager! Isn't this delicious?
The manager was sitting in front, and he wanted to sigh a little when he thought about the problems he might encounter later.

But because Chen Qiu was sitting behind him, he couldn't really get angry directly, so he could only hold it in, lowering his head and wiping the sweat with a frown.

The vehicles were moving very fast, probably because many migrant workers went back to celebrate the New Year. It was rare that there was no traffic jam in Haicheng.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the location of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

As soon as the car stopped, the manager got out of the car, opened the door, let Chen Qiu get out, and guided Chen Qiu towards the concert hall with a particularly troubled expression.

Before they reached the door, Chen Qiu and the manager heard music coming from the concert hall.

Chen Qiu's ears were very good, and he heard many mistakes at once.

These mistakes also made Chen Qiujiang narrow his eyes slightly.

He looked at the manager, then at the door in front of him, and asked the manager.

"Inside, is the location of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra?"

"Well, yes." The manager said with a frown, "Shall we go in now?"

"and many more."

Chen Qiu stopped the manager from opening the door, smiled at him and said, "Let me tell you first, I have very high requirements for the orchestra! I will not conduct an ordinary orchestra casually."

"High standard?"

Before the manager could react, Chen Qiu opened the door and walked towards the concert hall. The manager immediately followed quickly.

The noisy concert hall stopped, and almost everyone looked at Chen Qiu in the middle of the aisle of the concert hall, carrying a backpack like a student.

Oh no, Chen Qiu is a student.

Facing so many eyes, Chen Qiu didn't say anything. He just smiled and looked around the orchestra, as if he was reviewing them.

Such eyes made everyone in the orchestra feel a little uncomfortable.

Before the manager could introduce Chen Qiu's background to the orchestra, the first violinist sitting at the front of the orchestra, with gray hair, a sharp nose, and thin lips, coughed lightly and turned everyone's attention. After being attracted, he squinted his eyes and said coldly with meaning.

"Whose child is this? No matter how old or young he is, he barged in during rehearsals?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not someone's child. I'm Chen Qiu, your temporary orchestra conductor."

Facing the chief's hostility, Chen Qiu spoke as usual.

But after he finished speaking, he looked at the manager next to him, who looked a little unhappy, and said with a smile.

“But given the current situation, we have to pay more!”

(End of this chapter)