Debut After Eight Years

clap clap clap...

When other people at the scene heard Ononga's words, most of them spontaneously applauded vigorously again, and others could only applaud along with them even if they were reluctant.

Warm applause swept the audience again.

Ononga, who was standing there, also applauded and clapped, but still didn't sit down immediately.

Because he still has nothing to say.

Wang Qian smiled and enjoyed the applause, then waved to the audience, controlling the audience with ease and ease, letting the applause slowly disappear.

Everyone stared at Wang Qian standing there on the podium, feeling as if he was looking up from a high mountain.

Wang Qian looked at Ononga standing there, and said: Mr. Ononga said too much, I am not as powerful as he said.

Everyone at the scene who knew Chinese culture heard Wang Qian's words and knew that Wang Qian was being humble at this time...

Ononga immediately said: No, Professor, you are greater than I said. I have a request to you now...

After listening to Ononga's words, the others thought about it, and they could roughly think of what Ononga wanted to do.

Many people were also eager to move, looking at Wang Qian with a trace of golden light and longing.

Wang Qian nodded slightly: Tell me about it.

Ononga looked a little guilty, and said: Professor, I think the eagle song you played just now can best represent the spirit of our Indian tribe. I seem to see my whole life in the music. I don't think there is a Indians will not like this composition.

So, I want to get your authorization, and I want to go back to the tribe to play this song. I may also use this song to promote our Indian culture in the future...

When the others heard this, they all had such expressions.

Those in the pop music circle can hear the work Wang Qian played just now. It has the potential to become popular all over the world. With a little publicity, it can spread to any corner of the world.

Moreover, the simplicity and desolation, as well as a trace of tragic emotion, seem to them to be quite suitable for the current Indian cultural heritage.

only……

How can it be possible to authorize such a work that is destined to become popular all over the world?

Everyone in the industry knows that the licensing fee for each of Wang Qian's works is quite high, almost the highest in the industry.

Those pianists want to play Wang Qian's piano works, and now the licensing fee for each work is as high as 100,000 US dollars...

Wang Qian looked at Ononga indifferently, and said noncommittally: I agree in principle to the authorized cooperation. However, the details of the specific cooperation will be discussed after the end.

Ononga's face showed joy. What he was afraid of was that if Wang Qian didn't talk about cooperation directly, he would be doomed to be disappointed.

He loves this piece so much that if he can't play it in the future, he probably won't want to play the pan flute anymore.

Because, compared with Wang Qian's other pan flute works he played, they all seem too ordinary.

Without playing the most pleasant music, he would have little interest in other ordinary compositions.

so……

At this moment, receiving Wang Qian's affirmative answer, Ononga showed a bright smile on his face.

As long as he can get the authorization, he doesn't care how much authorization fee he pays.

Over the years, he has also made a lot of money, which is more than enough to buy licenses.

Ononga hastily agreed, Yes, Professor.

After speaking, Ononga sat down and passed the microphone to the staff.

subsequently.

Thousands of people at the scene raised their arms again.

Obviously, the exchange between Ononga and Wang Qian just now did not satisfy the doubts in many people's minds.

Many music artists in the middle and front rows still raised their hands again, wanting to have face-to-face communication with Wang Qian alone!

Wang Qian glanced around and said, I'll answer another person's question, and then I'll draw the last musical instrument.

After hearing Wang Qian's words, everyone at the scene immediately became excited again. Many people wished they could raise their hands right now.

After all, I just witnessed Wang Qian learn a brand-new unfamiliar musical instrument in six minutes, and then conquered the audience and the world in four minutes.

Many of them wanted to try again, and proposed to Wang Qian an extremely small and unfamiliar musical instrument, to see if Wang Qian could learn to master it again in a few minutes, and then play a brand new piece!

If Wang Qian did it twice in a row, the suspicion and last trace of arrogance in many people's hearts would be completely shattered.

Even many top music artists and celebrities and rich people in the front row are ready to raise their hands and rush to answer!

Right now, Wang Qian glanced around, and finally pointed to a young man in the back row: That classmate wearing a plaid shirt, get up and talk about it.

The young man in a plaid shirt, who was obviously different from many serious artists in front of him, immediately stood up excitedly, took the microphone handed over by the staff behind him, looked at Wang Qian and said loudly: Professor, I am A big fan of yours and especially love your rock stuff. I personally studied pop music and am a behind-the-scenes practitioner. I want to know that you have mastered the essence of music. So how do you differentiate pop from classical music How did you achieve incredible achievements in two fields at the same time?

The young man also asked questions that many musicians want to know the answer to.

Although, the answer to this question has actually been said by Wang Qian more than once.

However, many people still wanted to ask Wang Qian personally, and got Wang Qian's clear answer.

Some of the top music artists in front looked back at the young man who asked the question with a little disgust. In the eyes of many music artists, the young man's question was a waste of Wang Qian's class time and opportunity to ask questions.

Wang Qian said lightly: As I said just now, in my eyes, there is no distinction between popular and classical music. They are all music, just different types of music works that meet different needs. In essence, there is nothing wrong with it. It’s the same, it’s all music. What I studied at the beginning was the backbone of music, and I didn’t favor any genre of music.”

So, I have the same understanding and ideas for any type of music. In your opinion, it is the same achievement and height!

To me, that's all.

Wang Qian shrugged slightly, and explained in an extremely relaxed tone and demeanor.

Many people at the scene smiled wryly and shook their heads, feeling that they and Wang Qian really belong to two worlds!

The career and persistence they have worked for all their lives is nothing special in Wang Qian's eyes. Wang Qian can easily achieve the ultimate goal they have pursued all their lives.

this……

Many people are a little confused again.

It seems to have lost the purpose and meaning of life struggle.

The young man who asked the question heard Wang Qian explain himself again, and said with satisfaction: Thank you, Professor. I am your loyal rock fan. Will you sing a rock piece in class today? I think, There are a lot of your rock fans in the room.

At this moment, many classical music artists and music and art lovers in front of them frowned and glared at the young man.

The teachers and students from all famous classical music schools all looked at the behind-the-scenes practitioner of pop music with hostility, feeling that this person was here to mess things up.

Wang Qian chuckled and said, Thank you for your support. However, I can only say sorry to you. It is impossible for me to sing rock works here today.

The young man obviously didn't want to give up easily, and asked again: So, will you leave after performing a rock piece in New York? Your fans in New York are no less than those in Los Angeles, and they all want to hear your live performance!

Many people behind looked at Wang Qian earnestly.

Many music artists in front also looked at Wang Qian expectantly. They objected to Wang Qian's rock performance in class, but they did not object to Wang Qian's performance in other venues. This is how to prolong Wang Qian's stay in New York.

Many music artists and music art lovers hope to have more contact with Wang Qian so that they can enjoy more wonderful music art.

In Wang Qian's mind, the many enthusiastic New York fans he saw on the way from the New York airport to the hotel appeared.

He believes that if he holds a concert in New York, the venue will be sold out, and the ticket price may not be much lower than the World Championship performance in Los Angeles.

After all, New York is the financial capital of the world, and it is also the place with the most rich people in the world. The spending power here is higher than that of Los Angeles.

Let alone one concert, even if he holds ten concerts here in a row, all the tickets will definitely be sold out.

pity!

Wang Qian shook his head regretfully, and said apologetically: I'm sorry, I just want to go home early. The saxophone piece just now is a true portrayal of my mood. Therefore, I can't perform live in New York. I will look for opportunities later. Well...thank you for your support!

The young man was full of regret, and said to Wang Qian: That's a pity, thank you, professor!

After speaking, the young man sat down and stopped talking.

next second.

In an instant, dense arms appeared on the scene.

Thousands of hands raised up, and pairs of eyes looked at Wang Qian expectantly.

Almost most people at the scene raised their hands, hoping to be selected by Wang Qian to personally tell Wang Qian the last instrument that Wang Qian needs to play.

This time, many people wanted to participate, even the top music artists and celebrities and rich people in the first few rows, most of them raised their hands.

Even Ononga, who had just proposed to Wang Qian to play the pan flute, raised his hand. George and Meilong, who had relieved their embarrassment, also raised their hands, wanting to make it more difficult for Wang Qian himself.

Wang Qian leaned on the podium, looked at everyone with ease, and said lightly: Okay, it seems that everyone can't wait for me to play the last piece, and that will be the end. Then... I will draw one now. Bar.

To be honest, I really like the pan flute that Mr. Ononga sent up just now. The music played by this instrument is very beautiful...I hope that the next one will be just as beautiful.

Thousands of hands raised up even harder.

If it is an ordinary university classroom, maybe everyone will raise their voices to fight for it.

Here, everyone just raised their hands quietly, not allowing themselves to be rude.

Seeing that almost all the familiar faces he knew raised their hands, Wang Qian immediately smiled at Qin Xuerong and sister Qin Xuehong, then moved his fingers and pointed to a strong middle-aged man in a suit sitting in front, At first glance, it is not the temperament of a music artist.

The middle-aged man stood up in a little surprise, and said excitedly: God, I didn't expect you to really choose me, Professor.

The others put down their hands regretfully, and looked back at the middle-aged man, many of them were surprised.

Because, almost most of the people present knew this middle-aged man!

Wang Qian said relaxedly: Relax, what's your name?

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, and then asked in surprise: Professor, don't you know me? I followed you all the way from Los Angeles. Except for the first performance you missed in Los Angeles, all of your I have watched all the performances, and the seats are all in the second row!

Wang Qian frowned, stared at the middle-aged man for a few seconds, and finally shook his head: Sorry, there were a lot of people at that time, and I was more focused during the performance, so I couldn't remember you.

Other people at the scene also looked at Wang Qian in surprise. Almost everyone did not expect that Wang Qian really didn't know this middle-aged man.

Qin Xuehong said to Qin Xuerong in a low voice: Wang Qian doesn't even know the technology madman Mark. Doesn't he read the news? This guy will be on the headlines in a short time, and he is still ranked third on the list of the world's top ten richest people. Existence. Wherever there is internet in the world, no one doesn’t know him.”

Qin Xuerong stared at Wang Qian unblinkingly with bright eyes, and said lightly: What's so strange about not knowing him? Wang Qian used to be very low-key and didn't read much news. He didn't know many big-name celebrities in China. He doesn't know anything unusual about the technology madmen in North America.

Jiang Yu said softly: Yes, Professor Wang has always paid little attention to information other than himself. This is an expression of absolute confidence, believing that he is the center of the world...

Murong Yue: Professor Wang is amazing! I just don't know if this technology madman will deliberately embarrass Professor Wang. When I was studying in North America, I saw a news that Mark made the president unable to step down! Whoever he is, he will face If you don’t give it, you’re called a madman!”

Professor Wang doesn't know him, he might be angry...

Everyone in the Huaxia delegation stared at Wang Qian worriedly, and then at Mark standing there.

Mark also stared at Wang Qian, trying to find out whether Wang Qian was teasing himself, but found that Wang Qian's face was full of seriousness, and his eyes were also very pure, without any complicated thoughts, which made Yue Ren Countless he knew that Wang Qian didn't lie to him, he really didn't know him.

This made Mark very speechless, and wanted to ask Wang Qian, did you just come out of the virgin forest?

Obviously, it was impossible for him to really ask Wang Qian such a question on this occasion, so he could only introduce himself helplessly: Hello, Professor. My name is Mark, and I am from Los Angeles.

Wang Qian searched for the name Mark in his mind, and found that he really had no impression, so he asked directly: Okay, Mark, thank you for your support. You decide, the last instrument I play. Do you want to Ok?

A playful smile flashed in Mark's eyes.

Everyone else looked at Mark enviously.