my cthulhu game

Chapter 58 Who Are You?
a few days later.

A small theater in the center of City D.

Local folk music orchestras and repertory troupes hold regular performances in this theater every weekend. If big orchestras from other provinces or foreign countries come, they will give up their seats.

People who love folk music have nothing to do on weekends and evenings. For 50 yuan, they can buy a ticket and listen to the concert for more than an hour. Relax yourself - this is a matter of seven or eight years, and now it will rise to nearly 100 yuan - if you are willing to spend double the money, you can choose the best seat and enjoy it slowly.

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

After the theater in the western suburbs was abandoned, her orchestra lost its base, and could only look at others all day long, beg for help, and perform at every turn. Last year, it was finally disbanded.

She herself doesn't mind losing her job, but she has to think about her two children, Xiao Jin and Xiao Yu.

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

They're going to college this fall, and the more money and connections, the better of course.

And right now there is a window for the national music industry to show itself-China's top Huaguo Symphony Orchestra and Chorus are about to come to D City to perform, and as the representative of D City conductors (mainly D City who was originally scheduled to be a guest conductor) The old conductor was suddenly hospitalized due to illness), she got the chance to conduct this concert.

If the performance of "Beethoven's Ninth "Choral" Symphony is successful enough, his worth as a conductor will also increase, and maybe he will have a new work contract.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Yu."

Kong Yiqi's son and daughter also arranged to watch the performance. She arranged them in the first row, as close to the podium as possible, so that she could feel more at ease.

"After all, it's a small place, so there's nothing great about it." She heard the first violin pointing in the performance hall.

……

The conductor and the orchestra, who are nervously preparing for the work, don't know - the biggest master in the history of music is on his way to this concert...

During this time, Beethoven has learned how to listen to CDs; he has listened to all nine of his symphonies from No. [-] to No. [-], except for this last "Choral Symphony", the world-famous Ode to Joy. , he did not choose to listen to the recording.

"Master," Doctor Todd said timidly at the entrance of the theater, under great pressure, "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, [-]—"

"Last year for you."

"I've seen terrible performances many times," Mr. Bei smiled, "it's not bad this time."

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

When the "Ninth Symphony" was premiered, he stood on the podium, but he couldn't hear anything. He could only wave his hands empty, then looked down at the score silently, and another conductor finished the piece. It wasn't until the end of the performance that he was surrounded by the boiling audience that he realized that the song was over.

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

The master himself wanted to make up for this regret for himself.And that's exactly what Todd wanted to do.

You can listen to recordings of other songs.Only "Ninth" is an exception.

"I hope the quality of today's performance can be qualified." Todd secretly cheered for today's female conductor from the bottom of 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 those world-renowned orchestras to perform in China, but he didn't do that.

Chen Qiang has no feelings for classical music, but he is not averse to helping historical celebrities fulfill their wishes during their lifetime.

Those living sonic monsters never appeared 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 are no private rooms here. That is the most expensive and the most effective..."

"I know. But I want to be in the first row."

"But……"

"I want to be closer to the musicians," Master Bei said confidently, "I want to see their faces clearly."

"Okay." Chen Qiang said helplessly, Todd gestured to him again and again, 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 hands, as if nothing had happened, "You go directly to the first row."

"how about you?"

"I'm going to the theater manager's office. I... I mean, my father has a little friendship with him."

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

……

The second floor.

In front of the manager's office.

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

"Come in," he heard an unfamiliar clear female voice, "the door is unlocked."

Chen Qiang frowned. He remembered that the manager of the theater was a greasy man over fifty years old.

He pushed open the door.

"who are you?"

Behind the desk, a beautiful Caucasian girl in a red cheongsam and holding a folding fan sat on the boss chair.

"Manager Wang is not here today," she said cheerfully, "I will be in charge of 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, "Okay, if you must ask... Stephana. Stephana Black."

"Is that Miss Black?" Chen Qiang put away his business card and looked at the cheongsam girl. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, giving off a cheerful feeling.

"I prefer people to call me Adalcott." Stephana blinked playfully, "That's my mother's surname. Well, you can call me Stephana, or Miss Adalcott. "

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

In the first photo, a strange man with a bald head, a triangular face, and a hooked nose is smiling at the camera.The other photo—this one in black and white, and aged—shows a dark, lanky, jovial-looking man with a big smile and an eccentric 20s costume.

"This is my father and grandfather." Stephana happily introduced, "Lostaros Black, Antonio Black."

"..."

Chen Qiang felt that something he had been worrying about had finally happened...

　Lostaros Black's name comes from the official mod.Stephana's name comes from the related expansion of COC Green Delta, and there are science popularizations in the original and popular sticky posts in the book review area.Finally, "The Bald Taunter" is a personal creation, and it is the avatar of Naia that I often use when I start a team.

　　
　
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