The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 135 Two completely different teams
The chief and the manager stood at the door and looked at each other. They looked at each other without any special expression on their faces.

The two of them just took a few steps back at the same time, walked towards the outside of the studio, and walked to the corner.

The manager took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. Without smoking, he just held it in his mouth and stared at the top of his head in a daze.

The chief just found a place, patted the dust on the ground and sat down.

Neither of them expressed anger or impatience at the director's words in the room.

After all, they are all middle-aged and elderly, and have passed their youthful and vigorous years.

The most important criterion for a person to become a veteran is to learn to act stupid.

Although the director in the room was scolding them, they would not choose to directly yell back or push the door open.

Going in at this time will only embarrass everyone.

There is no benefit whatsoever.

Only by pretending to be stupid and dealing with it as if you didn't hear it would be best for everyone.

The manager took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from the top of his head, held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled at the chief.

"Jianhai, how do you feel? You heard someone behind you scolding our band?"

"I don't feel anything. After all, I knew the band was going downhill very early. It's normal to be scolded..."

The chief said calmly.

He looked at the studio without any change in his eyes, and said to the manager in a very calm tone.

"But I didn't expect that the people in our brother's unit would actually start to get tired of us. They were clearly begging our band to accompany them at the beginning."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the manager could clearly hear the discomfort in the chief's tone.

So he smiled and said to the chief:
"There is no way, times are always moving forward. They have now become a very famous TV station, and their overall income is also growing. It is normal to look down on us. After all, they now have a choice. There are many more than before, they can even invite people from the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra to come over, as long as they pay, and their TV station has never been short of money, which also makes us look like we are related... there is nothing we can do."

"Well, I don't feel uncomfortable. I just feel that our symphony broadcasting has been sleeping for too long. The overall professional level is getting weaker, weaker, and weaker again. It has become so weak that people in the entire city can watch it. It’s a bit of a pity that it has come out.”

"Hey, look, haven't you been doing pretty well lately? Didn't the young conductor Chen Qiu lead our orchestra to rehearse very well? Don't worry, I will look for a particularly powerful chief conductor to come back and lead our orchestra. Our band will definitely get better and get back to the top!"

The chief raised the corner of his mouth slightly to show that he was smiling, and then continued to look at the door of the studio without saying anything else.

After a while, the chief finally spoke.

"Let Chen Qiu give it a try and ask him if he is willing to come as a guest conductor. He will be the conductor of the concerts once or twice a year. This young conductor's professional level is quite good."

The manager was a little surprised. He didn't expect the chief to be so satisfied with Chen Qiu.

So he nodded quickly and agreed: "Chen Qiu? Okay, no problem. I will contact Chen Qiu later to see if he has time to come over. But after Chen Qiu becomes the guest concertmaster of our orchestra, There is a big problem, that is, it is difficult for him to sell tickets, and he is still not attractive enough to the audience."

"This is not a problem. As long as he performs a few very good works in public, he will be able to stand out sooner or later, so there is no need to worry about this. And... we actually still have some influence, right? After all, we have If we can rank among the top two in Haicheng, no matter what, some old music fans should like us."

"It was before, and now it is now. Although the influence may still be a little bit, but to be honest... I don't know how much it is. If we just sell tickets in the name of our orchestra without cooperating with a famous conductor, then If we play some less familiar works, then those tickets may... be a little difficult to sell."

Having said this, the manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, found a random place, and sat down without caring whether the ground was dirty or not.

Regarding the manager's words, the chief did not deny it. He just nodded and said that he knew about it, and then looked at the exit of the studio in a daze.

They are waiting for the right moment.

After waiting for almost ten minutes, feeling that the director might have gone back to rehearse the program recording, the two of them got up from the corner outside the studio, dusted themselves off, and came to the studio.

The assistant they had contacted before was already standing at the door of the studio. When he saw the two coming, he immediately smiled on his face and greeted them.

"Hey! Hello, you must be the principal Wu of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, and the orchestra manager, right? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm the assistant to the person in charge of this year's Spring Festival Gala. You can just call me Xiao Liu. !”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and led the two of them toward the lounge, talking as they walked.

"Sorry, sorry, the director is still on the main stage recording the show, so it may take a while for him to come back, and he can't come over to entertain you all at once. After all, as you know, it's already a long time before New Year's Eve. It's getting close, and our program recording schedule is constantly moving forward, so many programs are piled up together."

The manager immediately smiled and said: "I understand, I am the director of the party after all, it is normal! Then let's go to the lounge and wait first?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry to bother you two!"

The assistant opened the door to the lounge and asked the two of them to sit down. He immediately went to bring them tea and water, took some snacks and put them on the coffee table, and spoke to them cautiously.

"You two are drinking tea here first. If you need anything, just ring the bell at the door. I will receive a message on my phone. Now I need to go to the director to help, and then inform him that you two are already here. That's about it. You need to wait for more than ten minutes. The director should be here after the recording of the current program is completed."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Liu!"

The manager smiled kindly at Xiao Liu and sent him out of the lounge door. Then he returned to his seat, wiped the sweat from walking a few more steps, and then took a sip of tea. said with a smile.

"Although the director just didn't seem to like us very much, the tea he brought was pretty good. It should be more than ten years old Pu'er. The fragrance is particularly strong. Do you want to try it?"

"No, Pu'er tastes too strong and tastes too bitter. Plus, I don't like its burnt aroma. I'll just make a biscuit and eat it."

The chief shook his head, reached for a biscuit from the fruit plate in the middle of the table, tore open the package and ate it slowly.

Neither of them showed any anxious look on their faces, and they seemed to have known that they might have to wait for a long time.

After all, the director just sprayed them.

No matter how much I thought, it was impossible for the director to rush over and discuss the next performance with them after spraying.

But what they didn't expect was that less than ten minutes later, the sound in the studio stopped, and then the door to the lounge was kicked open, and a short-haired man in his forties came out of the door. He rushed in head first.

"屮!!! A bunch of ****!"

He growled lowly without raising his head, sat down on the stool, picked up the thermos cup on the side, poured water into his mouth, and then slammed the water cup on the table.

He looked at the two chief managers who were a little stunned in front of them with uncertain eyes.

But soon, his eyes gradually changed from uncertain at the beginning to suspicion, confusion, and confusion...

It ended up being awkward.

At this moment, the assistant he had just seen before was standing at the door panting, looking at the director in the room with a desperate expression.

"Then what...the director, Haicheng Broadcasting's orchestra conductor and orchestra manager are here."

"I see……"

The director's mouth twitched, looking at the two people in front of him, and said helplessly.

"I've seen them."

awkward.

Except it's embarrassing.

He wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

However, as an experienced director, he quickly calmed down his emotions.

He just stretched out his hand to rub his cheek, and after making his expression normal, he smiled at the two of them.

"Sorry, I just made you laugh. I've been rehearsing a lot recently, and I'm in a bad mood. I guess I didn't scare you just now, right?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised." The chief didn't say anything. The manager smiled and said, "Did something happen over there on the stage? I think you have a headache?"

"It's a little bit, but it's not serious."

The director shook his head slightly, reached for a piece of candy, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely.

"It was a scheduled program, but they kept making mistakes during the stage, and then they were a little anxious. After all, we have been working together for so long. You should know that I am an impatient person. I will feel it when I see something like this that slows down the progress. I have a headache, and then I can’t help but get angry..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, leaned his body on the back of the chair, looked at the chief executive and manager in front of him, and asked.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. The words are still the same as before. Did you come here today to tell me that your rehearsal is almost over? Are you ready to go on stage?"

"Well, that's it!"

The manager smiled at the director.

"Our band has been strengthened now, and the overall stability and artistic expression ability have improved. It is almost visible to the naked eye. So this year we came over a few days in advance and recorded our parts first. What do you think, director?" ?""you sure?"

The director looked at the manager in front of him with doubtful eyes and said slightly suspiciously.

"You promised me the same thing last year. Then I remember that there were no less than ten mistakes in your performance that even I could hear. You have been rehearsing at the scene for a long time. Are you sure you can make it a little earlier this year? Get the track out?"

"Well, I'm sure!" The manager nodded vigorously immediately, "We have a new conductor on stage this year, and his level is very strong!"

"You said the same thing last year..."

The corners of the director's mouth twitched and he reminded the manager, "If I remember correctly, your new conductor last year was kicked out of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra by you. I don't know where he is now."

The manager was stunned. He didn't expect that he had said the same thing last year, so he immediately explained:
"This year is different! This year our conductor has a lot of conducting experience and won the first prize in the national competition. He is one of the top conductors in China! The members of our orchestra are particularly convinced by him. .”

"Well, I bear witness!"

The chief sat aside and watched clearly. He saw the resistance in the director's eyes and said immediately.

"The new conductor can bring fresh blood to our Haicheng Radio. His musical expression is very good. At least... I like it very much."

"You like it very much?"

The director looked at the chief, but did not expect that the chief would speak at this time.

If he remembered correctly, the principal rarely spoke every time he came here before. Basically, he only acted as a representative, representing that Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra attached great importance to this dialogue.

Therefore, the director's somewhat evasive expression gradually faded away.

He groped his chin and pondered.

"Since Chief Wu has said so, I can trust you again, but I won't be able to do it tomorrow. I have already booked several programs in advance to rehearse and record... like this! The day after tomorrow, nine in the morning the day after tomorrow At midnight, gather here at the studio, and I will invite some people who need your accompaniment to come over and rehearse and record together!"

Having said this, the director stood up, walked to his messy desk, rummaged up and down, and found his thick schedule. After reading it carefully, he spoke to the manager and chief.

"Let's divide the recording into two days. On the first day we will record the collaborative content first, and then on the second day we will record some of your own individual clips. What do you think? What kind of time do you need? I found that there is no time the day after tomorrow. There are quite a lot of them, but they are not completely full yet.”

Hearing this, the manager immediately smiled and said: "It's okay, it's up to the director. We don't pick the time."

"Huh? Okay, just don't choose, but remember to be on time. I remember last year when you were recording, it was clearly scheduled for nine in the morning, and then at nine-thirty, everyone was not there yet. You should not have this happen again this year. Is there a problem?"

"Definitely not! Director, don't worry, our entire orchestra has improved a lot recently. It's completely different from ours!"

"A completely different person?"

The corners of the director's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what he should say.

If his memory is still good, at this time last year, the people at Haicheng Radio had a new conductor, and the manager told him the same thing.

This year there was another change of conductor, and then it was a completely different team.

Is it really just that the commander is changed every year and the regiment is new every year?

Although there are a lot of things to complain about, in the final analysis, the new conductor is a family matter of the Haicheng Broadcasting Orchestra.

Even if they are a brother unit, it is not easy for them to directly complain about other people's internal affairs.

Therefore, he could only sigh, write down the information about Haicheng Symphony from the notebook in his hand, and then hand over the recording time of the program he had scheduled to them, saying helplessly.

"Okay, I hope you guys will really be a different group this year. Don't go back and perform poorly and get anxious and fire your new conductor."

The manager immediately shook his head and said: "No, no, we are very satisfied with the conductor of our orchestra this year. Many people in the orchestra are looking forward to continuing to cooperate with him in the future."

"Well, I hope, I wish your command can last longer this year."

The director did not continue. He simply confirmed the time with the band leader and manager and recorded it in his notebook.

After the confirmation was completed, the director asked in a routine manner.

"Oh, by the way, is there anything else you want to ask me, or want me to pass on to your rehearsal partners? It's not too late to give it to me now."

"It's nothing..." The manager raised his head and thought for a moment, then looked at the chief and asked him: "Jianhai, do you have anything else to do?"

"Um……"

The chief thought for a while, took out the cassette he had brought with him from his pocket, handed it to the director, and said to the director.

"Please give this to the music director of this year's party, or other artists who have collaborated with us. When he sees this, he should know what our level and strength are this year, whether we are a completely different group, and …Is our band useless?”

"What?"

The director was stunned.

But before he could speak, the chief nodded to the manager and asked him to follow, and the two of them left the room together.

Only the director and his assistant were left, looking at the cassette in the director's hand in a daze.

Could it be that...the chief heard something?
The director felt that something was wrong with the chief's attitude just now, as if he had some objections to him.

But he didn't think about it.

He was a little curious about what was in the cassette the chief gave him.

After all, the chief could give it to him so solemnly and ask him to listen.

It must be a very important thing!

The director reached out and picked up the cassette in his hand, put it into the slightly old cassette machine aside, put it in, and then said to his assistant.

"Go and call me the music director as he said."

"it is good!"

The assistant responded and ran all the way to find the music director who was still working.

The director reached out and clicked the play button.

He would like to hear what kind of medicine the chief is selling in his gourd.

hum...

The music starts.

It seems to be a very classic Spring Festival overture, with nothing special about it.

But after just hearing the beginning, the director was stunned.

He doesn't know much about music and can only simply hear if there are any errors. Some more detailed things, such as emotional processing, he doesn't understand at all.

but……

Today, he could hear a sense of prosperity from this ordinary cassette, which even had a little noise.

This... can the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra perform?

"Director! Are you looking for me?"

click!
The door to the lounge was opened, and the slightly rugged music director walked in.

He originally planned to ask the director what happened, but listening to the music in his ears, he couldn't help but stop.

The music in my ears...is there something?

During the break in the music, taking advantage of the silence, the music director hurriedly asked the director.

"Director, whose Spring Festival Gala production was recorded on cassette? It sounds pretty good and the performance is good? Director, whose version is this?"

Listening to the noise in his ears, the director raised his head with a calm expression, looked at the curious music director, and spoke slowly.

"It's like two different teams!"

(End of this chapter)