The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 131 Karajan

However, no one in the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra would have thought of it.

As soon as Chen Qiu returned to his concert hall, he sat down on the chair with a click.

He just lay on the chair like this, his eyes were a little dull, and he kept making meaningless wails.

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

"I'm so tired!"

Chen Qiu rubbed his neck and wrists slightly painfully, feeling the soreness in his wrists and neck, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Damn it, it feels so uncomfortable to be pretentious in front of those old men. You have to pretend to be cool, you have to pretend to be presentable, you can't show your timidity, and you even have to lead the orchestra forward. It's really... I'm almost not tired. Kill me."

After Chen Qiu lay on the chair to rest for a while, he stood up and moved his joints.

It’s different from the ease I felt before when I led the student orchestra.

Haicheng Symphony Radio Orchestra is a professional orchestra.

Although this professional orchestra may only be a little better than their Haiyin Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

But these two are not the same concept at all.

Haiyin's strength is based on Chen Qiu's strength, which means that the stronger Chen Qiu is, the stronger Haiyin will be.

Haiyin's current achievements are due to Chen Qiu's conductor and the leadership of the orchestra's concertmasters.

You can even say that the current Haiyin is basically the pinnacle of the student band.

Chen Qiu feels that even if the band goes a little further, it will be difficult to reach seventh or even sixth place.

After all, the band is restricted here.

Unless... all the people on Haiyin's side are replaced, and then some people from professional bands are introduced, and people are recruited from the society.

But in this case, can Haiyin still be considered a student orchestra?

At present, Haiyin can basically be said to have reached the limit of the student orchestra in Haicheng.

And what about Haicheng Radio?

What is presented now is not the limit of Haicheng Broadcasting, but the lower limit of Haicheng Broadcasting.

Almost everyone in Haicheng Radio is fighting among themselves for the rights to the band.

Isolate the command, the chief is authoritarian, and resist the manager.

Normally, the manager is responsible for the operation of the orchestra, the conductor is responsible for the overall planning of the orchestra, and the principal is responsible for the internal personnel structure of the orchestra. No one can be missing.

If the manager is bad, then no matter how strong the band is, it may enter a vicious cycle due to lack of money and gradually disband.

If the conductor is poor, the overall expression of the orchestra will easily go wrong, and no matter how strong the musicians are, it will be difficult for them to show their strength.

If the concertmaster is bad, then no matter how much money the manager can make, or how clear the conductor's expression is, it will be difficult for the orchestra to follow the conductor's lead.

Therefore, there are only three people, each doing his or her own job, and working together to achieve win-win results. This is the most normal development direction for an orchestra.

Now, the three powers of Haicheng Broadcasting are almost falling apart, and are basically on the verge of dissolution.

If their manager is worse and cannot pay the people in the band, then they will have no performance opportunities.

The Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra may really be disbanded.

Especially when the chief executive has great power.

Chen Qiu felt a headache when he thought of this. He couldn't help but scratch his head, sighed, picked up his phone out of boredom, and started browsing casually.

When I opened the chat software, I found that everyone in the band was chatting happily.

After a while, 99+ unread messages appeared.

Chen Qiu thought for a while and clicked on the Haiyin Harmony Symphony Orchestra group to see what they were talking about.

As soon as I clicked in, I saw Ai Gu and the others going crazy in that place.

[Ai Gu: Brother, you smell so good. Do you want to have some fun together tonight? You don’t want to be put in a corner by me after school starts and do whatever I want to you, right? So, do you want to have sex with me tonight? Let’s have a good and in-depth conversation? 】

[I’m a rookie: Woo hoo hoo, Boss Ai Gu, don’t, don’t do this, I just want them to accompany you, and don’t steal their triangles next time you perform QwQ]

[Suka Hunting: Damn it! Xiao Nanniang! 】

[Ai Gu: It’s late at night. If you don’t play O, is it possible to play GO? Damn it, it’s great to surpass the watch! There is only one true game in this world, and that is OverWatch! 】

[Gold, silver, copper, iron and tin: My evaluation is that it is not as good as a watch! 】

[Pick up your luggage: why not come join us at GOGO and experience the joy of spinning, taking off, and carrying your luggage together! 】

[Ai Gu: I can’t play gogo...but speaking of which, is there anyone left who can surpass the watch? Team Haiyin has 4=2, only the last two are missing! Speed, speed, I want to suck OO! DVa! I love you! 】

[Suka Hunting: Damn it! O! 】

The vast majority of people have obviously entered a state of vacation.

In the band group, many people have already started talking about games, movies, anime, and other random content.

Anyway, we can’t talk about music.

After all, just like the work group, there are basically few people talking about how to do work, and more of them just talk nonsense.

Chen Qiu saw that everyone was obviously relaxed, so he couldn't help but smile evilly, and deliberately sent a message to the group.

[Chen Qiu: @All members, oh, by the way, I almost forgot. The repertoire we will rehearse when we come back from vacation has not been sent to you yet. I will transfer it to you in pdf later. Remember to practice during the vacation and school will start again. Then we started rehearsing directly. 】

【…】

silence.

A silence.

Just like when they were talking about games, the person talking about XP was completely different.

This group of people!
Chen Qiu couldn't help but feel a little helpless when he saw how quiet they were.

However, just when he was about to explain to them that he was just joking, Qin Xian suddenly sent a message.

[Qin Xian Violin: Okay. 】

With just one word, the image of a big curly pussy is vividly displayed.

Everyone else was playing, and the teacher immediately said he would complete the homework as soon as it was assigned.

The other members of the orchestra couldn't help but howl, and everyone immediately complained in the group.

[Ai Gu: No, Qin Xian, what are you saying at this time? Isn't it good for you to let Chen Qiu be embarrassed in that place alone? 】

[Gold, Silver, Copper, Iron and Tin: That’s right, Qin Xian, stop being involved and let us guys go! 】

[A rookie: Yes, yes, that’s right! Commander Chen Qiu, we are all on holiday, please spare us! 】

[Putting up the luggage: That’s right! This is the holiday! I firmly defend our right to take vacations! No one can stop it! 】

【…】

Seeing everyone like this, Chen Qiu scratched his head helplessly, sighed and replied.

[Chen Qiu: I'm just joking with you, don't worry, happy New Year. 】

[Ai Gu: Boss Chen Qiu, this is not funny. I almost had a heart attack because you scared me! 】

[Gold, silver, copper, iron and tin: that’s it! 】

[Qin Xian: So... don’t practice anymore, is that what you mean? 】

[Chen Qiu: No, it’s okay to see them chatting so happily. Just tease them and have fun during the holidays. We will decide on the works for the Nine Schools League when you come back. I wish you have a good time. 】

[Qin Xian: Well, okay! 】

Sure enough, Qin Xian can give people a sense of security.

Look at that group of people one by one, I just want to play every day.

Look at Qin Xian, he thinks about studying all day long!

What is the gap? This is called the gap!

Chen Qiu couldn't help but sigh.

He touched his chin and spoke with some emotion.

"Sure enough, the school orchestra is better. It doesn't require any special effort. The people in the orchestra can work together with me. Although the speed may not be as fast as that of a professional orchestra, the cohesion is still far better than that of Haicheng Radio! But..."

Chen Qiu looked back at his schoolbag.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

"Although I say that, working in this new orchestra and controlling the entire orchestra is not something you can easily find. A way to train yourself, but this thing seems to be about to collapse. Really Headache……"

Chen Qiu shook his head, stood up and moved his joints to make himself more comfortable.

The rehearsal at Haicheng Symphony was so tiring that he didn't want to talk, so he could only relax by moving his joints.

While he was moving, I couldn't help but think.

"But then again, the band is like this, can I still get money?"

Chen Qiu thought about it and found it a bit difficult.

Although the manager of Haicheng Broadcasting seems to be a good person and a very reliable person, to be honest, looking at the disintegration of Haicheng Broadcasting.

Chen Qiu always felt that their band was only one step away from disbanding.

Do you want to ask yourself?
Chen Qiu raised his head and couldn't help but think of this.

But before he could do anything, the transfer record was received on his phone.

The bank account of Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra transferred 1.1 yuan to him.

Along with the transfer news came a note.

Among them, 1 yuan is the deposit, and the remaining 1 yuan is the cost of today's rehearsal.

At the same time, he also received a text message on his mobile phone.

It was sent from the manager of Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

He thanked Chen Qiu for his help to their orchestra and hoped that subsequent rehearsals would make the orchestra perform better.

It is obvious that the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra still has a lot of money on its account and can maintain the development of the orchestra. It will not stop directly because it wants to give Chen Qiu more money.

"Since money is no problem, the next step is to start analyzing the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra and find out what the weaknesses of each of them are."

Chen Qiu nodded thoughtfully, stood up and walked to the backstage of the concert hall. He turned on his mobile phone and uploaded the rehearsal recording of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra that he had secretly recorded today to the computer backstage. Then quickly edit, cut out the bad parts of the previous performance, and only keep the recording of the last performance.

After everything was done, he stood in the center of the stage again, took out a pen from his pocket, assumed a commanding posture, and looked ahead.

Simulate command.

He needs to determine his actions by simulating command, and rethink whether his previous command method is correct.

And reviewing the check was not his main purpose, he was just confirming his mistake.

After confirming the error, he still needs to rethink how the music should be interpreted.

While Chen Qiu was conducting in the air, he looked at the empty stage in front of him, exhaled a long breath, and said slowly.

"Although I don't have particularly high hopes for this band, but... let's work hard."

……

……

While Chen Qiu was sitting in his concert hall rehearsing, the concertmaster also returned to his home.

click!
The lights were on and the house was empty.

But on the table in the center of the room, there was a dining cover.

Inside the cover, there is a bowl of simple loofah and egg soup, a bowl of fried edamame with shredded green pepper and pork, and a bowl of white rice.

Even before he walked over, the chief could clearly feel that these meals no longer had any heating.

Obviously, these are all leftovers from tonight.

The sound of the TV came faintly from deep in the house. It seemed that he was watching the news broadcast?
The chief didn't know.

He sighed, walked to the table, opened the cover of the meal, mixed green pepper shredded pork, edamame and white rice, threw it into the microwave, set the time, and returned directly to his study.

In his study there is a large amount of music scores, as well as some calligraphy and paintings written by himself.

It's obviously an old-fashioned study room.

He hesitantly walked to his bookshelf and turned over a very old simulated cowhide notebook.

He stretched out his fingers and dipped them in saliva, then flipped through the notebook in his hand.

Looking at the message above, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

This is a notebook he has been recording since he first joined the band.

It is recorded from his last seat in the orchestra until he became concertmaster and then concertmaster.

Before he became the concertmaster, he basically had to adapt to the conductor, rather than the conductor adapting to him.

Therefore, what is mainly recorded above is the habits of each conductor and their interpretation techniques.

Some conductors have very strong personal characteristics. What they say is what they say and no one else is allowed to refute.

Some conductors prefer to cooperate with the orchestra for a win-win situation.

The Chen Qiu he saw today was the kind of conductor who preferred cooperation.

But although he prefers cooperation, there is no way to erase the strong feeling that is unique to him.

The other band members may be weaker and can’t hear anything.

But as an old concertmaster, he is a violinist who has been playing for who knows how many years.

He may have been a little confused during the rehearsal, but once it was over and he began to reflect on himself, he could feel that something was wrong.

This was not because Chen Qiu was cooperating with them, but that they were unknowingly influenced by Chen Qiu and changed their interpretation methods.

This method of conducting always felt a bit familiar to him.

It was as if he had seen it before.

He flipped through the contents of his records and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, thinking about Chen Qiu's command logic.

Favoring changes in the band as a whole rather than self-expression.

Then Yu Tu of the China Philharmonic Orchestra can be eliminated.

So is it Zhao Yi?
He thought about it for a moment, but it still felt a little different.

He flipped through the documents in his hand bit by bit, and suddenly forgot what Chen Qiu's name was, so he sent a message to the manager and asked him to send him Chen Qiu's information.

In just a few minutes, the manager's message was sent to the chief's cell phone.

He looked at Chen Qiu's "Chen" character and Chen Qiu's current name, Haiyin Harmony Symphony Orchestra, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Harmony Orchestra?

Is it Chen Yuan’s band before?

From an unknown little band to one that eventually reached the top three in Haicheng?

Chen Qiu...is Chen Yuan's son?
He turned the notebook in his hand to the place where he had collaborated with Chen Yuan before, looked at the contents recorded on it, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Chen Yuan had cooperated with them once before. Although Chen Yuan's command logic was also biased towards working with the team to find a common ground.

But the feeling Chen Qiu gave him was completely different.

Chen Qiu has the feeling of influencing you by himself and then finding resonance points, while Chen Yuan simply looks for common ground.

Obviously, the direction is still wrong.

Not Chen Yuan.

So who could it be?

This familiar feeling?
He looked through the entire notebook and couldn't find anyone similar.

But Chen Qiu gave him a very familiar feeling.

It was as if he had been listening to a command for a long time.

This feels very strange.

He fumbled with the notebook in his hand, lost in thought.

Who is this conductor named Chen Qiu?
Why does it give him such a strong sense of familiarity?

And this sense of familiarity is not the kind of familiarity that is imitated.

"I heard the microwave buzzing over there for a long time. What's wrong with you?"

A haggard voice with a hint of gentleness came from the door of the house. An old woman with gray hair but still able to see her beauty in her youth appeared at the door, interrupting the chief's thinking.

She reached out and knocked on the door, looked at the chief, and asked him curiously.

"Did something happen in the band?"

"No...it's okay."

Looking at the old woman, the chief shook his head slightly, closed the notebook in his hand, got up and walked to the living room.

When he arrived in the living room, he found that the rice had been placed on the table, and even the loofah and egg soup had been reheated, with bursts of steam floating on it.

Feeling the aroma of the food in front of him, a smile finally appeared on his face. He reached out to pick up the chopsticks and began to quickly pick at the food in the bowl, praising as he ate.

"Today's food is good, very delicious!"

"It's still cold. If you can come back a little earlier, maybe you can get something hot to eat."

"I can't help it. The orchestra is preparing to rehearse for the Spring Festival Gala recently. As the concertmaster, I definitely can't be the first to leave."

"Ok, I know."

The old woman sighed, got up, walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room, and asked the chief.

"Is it still the same song as before?"

"Well, it's the same as before! Let's get ready for the orchestra to rehearse. We have to listen more."

The chief smiled, stood up and went to the wine cabinet to pour himself a small glass of wine.

But looking at the old woman's eyes, he could only retract his hand in a dignified manner, sit down at the table again, and serve himself a bowl of soup.

Blow away the hot air floating on the top, drink it all in one gulp, feel the warmth conveyed in the chest, and can't help but sigh.

"Sure enough, you still need to drink hot soup in winter. Although it is not as cold-repellent as wine, it is still very comfortable."

The old woman didn't answer, she just put the record away and placed the needle on top of the record.

hum...

The sound of music flows from the vinyl.

Feeling the music in his ears, the chief's face showed a hint of satisfaction, his eyebrows also followed the pace of the music, and he smiled.

"Anyway, it's better to be at home. When we get home... hmm? Wait?"

Before he finished speaking, his body couldn't help but stiffen.

As if he thought of something, he stood up suddenly, looked at the gramophone beside him, ran over quickly, unplugged the stylus, and took it out.

"Huh? What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the record?"

The old woman looked at the chief in confusion and asked softly.

Facing the old woman's question, the chief didn't speak. He just said slowly with trembling lips.

"Sure enough, sure enough, I know who his performance style is like! I also know why I feel familiar...because I have been listening to him!"

"Huh? Who?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it... I have to go to the study. You can go back to the house first and don't worry about me!"

After that, he ran towards the study without looking back.

The old woman was puzzled and reached for the record.

I found the ownership of this record written in the center of the record.

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"

"Performance Team: Berlin Philharmonic"

"Conductor: Karajan"

(End of this chapter)