Rebirth of Hong Kong 1981

After being confirmed, the old man turned around and left without saying a word, and the direction he left happened to be where the Hungarian pianist was dining.

"Ah Qiong, this..." Seeing this, Yang Chen frowned. Although he was very confident in his predecessor's piano skills, the old man's reaction and attitude still made him a little uncomfortable.

Before Yang Chen could continue speaking, He Chaoqiong got up and pulled him and Xue Yufei to the central stage of the hall.

At this time, a black piano in the center of the stage had already been placed, and without waiting for Yang Chen's reaction, He Chaoqiong directly pushed him onto the stool in front of the piano stand.

The behavior of the three of them immediately attracted the attention of many people in the hall. Among them, some rich and famous people who had seen Yang Chen and the three of them in Hall No. [-], couldn't help being interested when they saw the three of them on stage.

At this time, the Hungarian pianist who had already been persuaded by He Bo saw that someone had already entered the stage, so he waved his hand and continued to sit back to his seat to eat.

Looking around, He Chaoqiong shouted to the person in charge of the VIP room who rushed over: "Hey, who is that, is the thing I asked you to prepare ready?"

A middle-aged man greeted two cameramen and waiters and carried two cameras to the center of the stage.

"Miss, everything you want is ready, do you want it?"

The middle-aged man was a little nervous, because cameras and other equipment are not allowed in the VIP room on weekdays, but his own lady asked him to prepare by name, and he couldn't refuse.

He Chaoqiong waved his hand and said, "Hey, quickly set up the machine, and I will record the whole process of Ah Chen playing the piano later."

After speaking, He Chaoqiong reminded the person in charge of the VIP room: "Remember, only the process of Ah Chen playing the piano is allowed to be recorded, and other recordings are not allowed."

The last time Yang Chen sang in the coffee shop, she regretted not having a video afterwards, and recorded the whole process.

This time, after Yang Chen agreed, she immediately contacted the camera and camera crew, ready to record this memorable moment.

Hearing He Chaoqiong's words, the person in charge finally breathed a sigh of relief, he only photographed Yang Chen alone, and didn't need to photograph the others, which made his original worry come back to his stomach again.

Those who can dine in the VIP hall are naturally rich or expensive. These people pay great attention to personal privacy, and it is absolutely impossible for the casino to spread their photos and videos.

And the casino has always adhered to this rule, and He Chaoqiong was the one who spoke today, otherwise it would be impossible for this thing to enter the casino.

On the other side, Huo Yingdong, who was chatting with others, also noticed the situation on the stage at this time.

So, he turned his head and asked He Gambling King: "What the hell are these little guys planning to do? Old He, do you know?"

At this time, He Gambler's head was also in a daze, although He Bo had already mentioned to him that He Chaoqiong would give him a surprise today.

But looking at the situation now, the surprise seems to have gone a bit off track. At this moment, Gambler He is not only not surprised, but a little angry.

Chapter 31 The Mark of Rain

Especially when he saw a camera was set up on the field, he became even more angry.

You must know that Gambler He has repeatedly warned that such things are not allowed inside the hotel.

Although cameras are installed in all casinos to prevent people from cheating and cheating, such things basically do not appear in other private leisure spaces of hotels.

Even the casino's internal monitor has strict regulations, and its negatives will be destroyed every once in a while.

After all, it is inconvenient for some people who come to the casino to disclose their identities. Once the casino does not do enough in terms of confidentiality, it will inevitably lose some customers.

Without these hermits, it will definitely have a great impact on the casino's business, which cannot be tolerated by him.

"Master" Uncle He came to Gambling King He with a bitter face, lowered his head and did not dare to defend himself, let alone pull He Chaoqiong out to top the vat.

When King He saw him like this, he knew that the other party must have been cheated by his daughter.

He couldn't say anything about it.

He Chaoqiong used the guise of filial piety earlier, but He Bo didn't pay attention for a while, so it is understandable.

As an old man who has been with him for decades, it is impossible for He Hongshen to blame him in front of everyone for this matter.

After waving his hand, He Gambler turned his gaze to the center of the stage.

On the stage, Yang Chen sat in front of the piano stand, put his hands on the keys, and began to test the sound on his own, ignoring the two cameras around him to film him.

In order to ensure the perfect recording of the sound, He Chaoqiong had several high-end recorders prepared.

After about 10 minutes of sound trial and familiarization, Yang Chen has completely adapted to the piano skills left by his predecessor.

To warm up the foreplay, it is naturally impossible for Yang Chen to play Liszt's piano music at the beginning, because he is afraid that if he makes a move, the diners around will be choked.

As the saying goes, as soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. When Yang Chen was auditioning, the Hungarian pianist who was eating, couldn't help but stop.

Because when Yang Chen was auditioning just now, he played a few pieces of light music that later generations had heard on the Internet.

Yang Chen's side hasn't officially played yet, the Hungarian pianist below couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he didn't even care about eating, and waited quietly.

It can be seen that this master is very interested in Yang Chen's next performance.

Music is different from other industries. There is not much difference between singing and playing the piano. Singers and pianists also eat their youth.

Because one of the two requires voice, and the other requires mental and physical strength.

Don't say that a pianist won't feel tired sitting there playing the piano all the time, let those pianists try to play a few Liszt scores and a few long scores.

If the brain and physical strength cannot keep up, problems will arise.

Compared with singers who are out of tune when singing, as long as it is not too outrageous, everyone will not care too much.

But pianist, try playing a wrong note?

Once it is true, as long as one note is wrong, the audience will have opinions on the whole piece.

After all, most of the people who go to listen to the pianist's performance are knowledgeable. This is the same as a singer listening to other singers. Once your singing is out of tune, everyone will involuntarily smile knowingly.

The pressure can be imagined.

This is one of the reasons why many pianists who can perfectly play super long scores are called masters.

Of course, some pianists who are good at soft and slow rhythms are no longer included. As long as the fingers are flexible and the head is not demented, the master is still a master.

'Wow' After Yang Chen raised his hand to indicate that he was ready, all the lights in the center of the stage were extinguished, leaving only one light and a beam of light falling on Yang Chen and the piano stand.

All of a sudden, the center of the stage was so dazzling that it attracted the attention of all the diners in the VIP hall.

Under the illumination of the beam of light, Yang Chen was dressed in a white suit, and his whole body glowed faintly, like a prince charming.

Not far away, He Chaoqiong and Xue Yufei held their breaths, quietly watching every movement of Yang Chen.

After half a minute of silence, Yang Chen moved, and ten slender fingers landed on the piano keys in his white hands.

The crisp sound of the piano came out from the piano, like raindrops, falling in the depths of people's eyebrows.

In the silent night, the rain drops, opening people's dusty memories for a long time.