King of Classical Music 88

When Qi Mu returned to his hotel, it was nearly 11 o’clock.

It was quite late, so he took a simple shower and went to bed. When he woke the next day, it was already 10 in the morning.

Bright, warm sunshine filled the room. After his shower, Qi Mu turned on his phone and saw a missed call and two texts, both from Min Chen.

Min Chen: 【Have you listened to it?】

Min Chen: 【I’m leaving for Berlin first.】

Looking at the screen, Qi Mu thought a bit on his reply then pressed the screen several times. He quickly sent the message.

The man who just arrived in Berlin turned on his phone and received a text——

【Um. . . I haven’t yet, the hotel didn’t have a record player. I’ll listen to it today. You should be in Berlin by now, right? I wish you a successful performance this evening.】

In front of the airport window, a handsome man halted in his steps and stared at his phone. The corners of his lips were slightly upturned as if something pleasant had happened.

Min Chen replied with a simple sentence. Before he could put his phone back in his pocket, Daniel’s terrified voice suddenly rang out, “God! Min! Why are you suddenly so happy? What happened. . . to make you so happy?!”

Min Chen: “. . .Shut up.” He continued walking.

“Hey, Min! Was it Angel who texted you just now? You really like him, huh. . .” Daniel’s murmur was ignored, but he continued, “You really like him. . . Min, is this a good or bad thing. . .?”

The cold-faced man stopped and stared at this particularly chatty blond. His eyebrow raised. “A good thing.”

Daniel failed to respond for a moment. “. . . Ah?! What did you say?”

Min Chen earnestly said in fluent German, “It’s a good thing.”

“. . .”

I was just saying! Why are you so serious!?

Daniel sulked silently. He had a hunch. If he stayed with this guy for more than a decade, he would end up bald!

Just thinking about it scared him. He wasn’t going to care for him. He was about to walk away when the man’s muffled voice called out, “Hmm. . . Daniel, I need you to check on one more thing.”

Unkindly, Daniel said, “Check what? I don’t know you that well.”

Able to ignore his friend’s fiery temper for several days each month, Min Chen lowered his eyelids, thought for a moment, then whispered,  “Luo Yu Sen. . . There must be something wrong with him. You check on him, he. . . the past 10 months, he’s behaved strangely.”

“Half a year ago, you told me to check his family background. Why are you still doing this now!”

Min Chen stopped again then turned to look at Daniel. Indifferently, he asked, “You won’t?”

“. . . I will!”

He’s been exploited for more than a decade!

How on earth did he survive all those years, ah!!!

——Daniel’s expression was full of tears.

Vienna, 3 p.m.

After leaving the home of a music critic, Qi Mu walked towards a subway station when he received a text message from Luo Yu Sen.

Qi Mu was busy, either by completing his teacher’s tasks or attending concerts. He didn’t have the time to pay attention to Luo Yu Sen. He entrusted the investigation to the private detective, intending to wait until he wasn’t so busy to deal with this scumbag.

Even if Qi Mu had forgotten about him, Luo Yu Sen had no such patience.

In fact, Luo Yu Sen waited an entire week for his phone call.

According to Luo Yu Sen’s thoughts, the innocent young man was so delighted to get in touch with him that he eagerly left him his contact information——who told the boy to admire him so much?

What surprised Luo Yu Sen was the fact that the kid didn’t contact him at all. He didn’t call and didn’t even send a message! After waiting that long, Luo Yu Sen was no longer patient. He sent a text first.

【Long time no see. Wei Ai has a concert tomorrow, and I have two tickets. Do you need them?】

Just like the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra concluded their European tour and returned to Vienna for the final concert. The concert of a world-class orchestra naturally attracted a large audience, and the tickets were bound to be hard to acquire.

Qi Mu frowned. Finally, he replied,【I’m sorry, I have tickets. I’ve been a little busy recently. If there’s an opportunity, I will contact you.】

After a brief “Okay.” from Luo Yu Sen, the man didn’t send anything else.

Qi Mu looked coldly at his phone’s screen and sank into his thoughts. 

Qi Mu had already gotten some information from his private detective. He. . . got the gist of why Luo Yu Sen was treated coldly by the other members of the orchestra.

Qi Mu was so busy, he planned to wait until this period ended to settle the matter with Luo Yu Sen. Compared to his business with the scum, Qi Mu felt. . . 

“Well, it’s better to practice five hours a day than spend an hour with that guy.”

With that in mind, Qi Mu returned to his hotel room and practiced happily for over an hour. By the time he arrived at Musikverein the next day, the crowd had already blocked half the street.

Such a grand venue wasn’t worse than the one Bai Ai had a few days ago, and it was even more enthusiastic. The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra belonged to Austria, so many locals rushed to get their tickets.

Only then did Qi Mu realize how convenient it was to be an insider.

A few days ago, just an hour before the concert, Bai Ai’s ticket price soared up to over 1000 euros on the black market. For tonight’s concert, Qi Mu heard it was about the same.

Qi Mu didn’t have to worry about it. Last time, he got a ticket from Min Chen. This time, Dorenza specifically asked the staff to send him the invitation for a front-row seat.

Dorenza and Akkad were old friends, and since Akkad asked him to take care of his student, he undeniably found it fascinating. Dorenza had heard of Qi Mu. A violinist earning a 9.5 score from Min Chen wouldn’t be an ordinary person. 

By coincidence, he listened to Qi Mu’s 《Dance of the Goblins》 and saw Master Leonid’s commentary on Qi Mu. Even without Akkad’s introduction, the mild-tempered conductor was curious about Qi Mu.

Before Qi Mu could leave the venue after Wei Ai’s concert that evening, a staff member came to see him. They informed him that Dorenza invited him to the orchestra’s final post-concert celebration that night.

Qi Mu was surprised, but there long-lost joy in his heart.

Dorenza was one of the most important figures in his previous life. In the last few months of his life, he provided him with a lot of guidance. He was the one who gave Qi Mu the chance to stand on the Golden Hall’s stage. He was very grateful to him.

Qi Mu looked forward to seeing the maestro again.

Wei Ai’s celebration party was similar to those of other orchestras, they reserved several tables directly at a hotel. To Qi Mu’s surprise, he shared the main table with the conductor, Dorenza, and Zaev, the concertmaster.

On such occasions, food was not the main focus. Under the brilliant lights, the main table was full of famous figures from the classical music world. Albert Dorenza was one of the four leading conductors in the world, and Leon Zaev was also renowned.

Among those people, a handsome young man would certainly be eye-catching. When some curious members came up and struck a conversation with Qi Mu to figure out who he was, there were three exclamations——

“Ah! Were you the one who played that brilliant 《Dance of the Goblins》?”

“You’re Master Akkad’s student!”

“Is it really possible to get a score of 9.5 from Mr. Bertram?!!!”

Dorenza had a good relationship with Min Chen, so he often came to Wei Ai to have a conversation with him. Many members of Wei Ai were aware of the fact that the world’s best-tempered conductor (Dorenza) and the world’s worst-tempered conductor (Min Chen). . .

Were very different!

We sympathize with our comrades at Bai Ai, look at how lovely our Dorenza is!

Thus, being praised by the harsh and poisonous Bertram, the young man must be exceptional! And his temper was mild and as cute as their great Dorenza!

Fortunately, Qi Mu had once worked with these people for several months. So, even as the butt of their jokes, he could deal with them easily. He also harvested a lot of good points from Wei Ai’s members.

When the benevolent old man came towards Qi Mu with a smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand, he couldn’t help but feel a burst of warmth in his heart. A smile bloomed on his fair, delicate face. Voice melodious, he said, “Hello. . . Mr. Dorenza.”

Translator(s): Kuro
Editor(s): Empress, Ayn, Bet