Author: Mr. Qinzuo, who works hard

The Chopin International Piano Competition is one of the four major piano competitions in the world, held once every five years.

Just like its name, this is a piano competition with the theme of Chopin's works. What tests each player's interpretation of Chopin, their understanding of Chopin, and his own skills.

Contestants choose from tens of thousands of entries from all over the world, all of which are recommended by teachers or have obtained application qualifications through other competitions.

Everyone is like a dragon or a phoenix among men.

If we compare their levels by analogy, they are almost the same as the top students from Tsinghua University and Peking University, that is, the number one students.

And these people themselves are already among the best players, and then the final 160 or so people are selected to enter the qualifiers.

Top young players from all over the world gather in Poland.

Half will be wiped out in the qualifiers, half will be wiped out in the first round, half will be wiped out in the second round, and half will be wiped out in the third round, leaving only the last 10 people to advance to the finals.

Those who play Chopin well can surely play other works well.

And people who can play other works may not be able to play Chopin well.

This is why the International Chopin Piano Competition is so competitive.

And there is another point, if all the judges feel that the level of the first place is not enough, then the first place will be vacant, and the original first place will be directly moved to the second place, or even to the third place.

Fourth place, fifth place.

Even the top six spots are all vacant.

This rule directly caused the first place in the Chopin International Piano Competition to remain vacant for fifteen years.

However, just because the strength of the contestants reaches the standard is not the reason why this competition can become the largest piano competition in the world. The real reason is the judges of this competition.

Only the top six winners in the past can serve as judges.

None of the judges who stand out from the Chopin International Piano Competition is a layperson. The last six people in each competition are basically the pillars supporting the piano world.

Pollini, Argerich, Ashkenstein...

There are countless top players in the piano industry who can shock the entire piano industry just by their names. Almost all of them came from here.

There are even rumors that only pianists who actually win the Chopin International Piano Competition are considered the top pianists.

At about six o'clock in the morning, Broz knocked on the door and asked Fu to go downstairs for breakfast.

When Fu Tiao got dressed and went downstairs, the table was already covered with breakfast.

It is not a particularly orthodox Polish breakfast, nor is it a traditional breakfast anywhere, it is just commonly used here in Europe.

Some simple ham, bread, jam, eggs, and a glass of orange juice.

This is all for breakfast.

"Cze" Broz looked at Fu who opened the door and said hello in Polish: "This is in Polish, morning."

"Cze" Fu Tong read it several times, and Broz corrected some of his pronunciation with a smile.

The two sat down and had a quick breakfast, and then Fu Tiao took everything he needed to bring for the competition and put on his suit.

At this moment, his whole temperament was completely different from when he was wrapped in a blanket on the bed, and his whole body was full of artistic atmosphere.

Elegant, calm and unpretentious.

Just like he was on the ship.

Broz's eyes couldn't help but light up and he clicked his tongue twice.

"Before, I always felt like you were a bit of a liar. After all, there was no pianist dressed like you. Now I am sure that you are definitely a pianist!"

"You haven't heard me play the piano before? Could it be that you were sleeping while I was practicing?" Fu Diao also joked with him: "Although I am more practicing basic skills, the feeling is different, right?

?”

Brotz immediately laughed: "Hahaha, actually I can't understand the differences between the players. If they are ordinary players, I can still understand them, but the differences between your top players are completely dumbfounding to me.

So whether your playing is at the level of an ordinary music school or a pianist, I really can’t tell."

After that, he quickly walked to the door, pointed to an old pickup truck in front of his house, and raised his chin: "Let's go, it will take a long time to get to the Warsaw Philharmonic Concert Hall from this place.

Well, if we leave early, we might be able to arrive around seven o'clock!"

Fu Diao stepped forward and thanked him in half-baked Polish: "Dzikuj"

Broz was stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder: "Nie ma za co!"

…

It was already bright at around six o'clock in April, but due to the poor urban environment, there was smog everywhere. Although it was a sunny day, it looked the same as a cloudy day in the car.

The pickup truck pierced the fog and sped towards the city.

The two of them didn't speak during the whole journey. Fu Tiao sat in the car and flipped through the music scores in his hands, trying his best to prepare himself as much as possible in the last minute so that he could get a higher score.

Brotz, on the other hand, was driving, cursing the government administration in a low voice, and then vowed on the radio that he would vote for the Green Party in the next election.

Although the Green Party cannot enter parliament, local councils still have some status.

I don’t ask them to improve the whole of Poland, but at least they can clean up the area around Warsaw and don’t make the air so bad that it makes people upset.

After about forty minutes, the two barely entered the central north area, which is near the National Philharmonic Concert Hall in Warsaw.

Perhaps because of the preliminaries of the Chopin International Piano Competition nearby, and because this place is located in the city center, it has become extremely congested and almost difficult to walk around.

Broz could only put Fu Diao on the roadside and said helplessly.

"The road here is blocked. I can only take you here. If you want to go back, you can take the N31 car and drive around for a while to get home. I can't stay here for too long. I'll go back first.

I'm waiting for your good news."

"Well, see you later, do, do...Do widzenia?"

"Hahahaha, Do widzenia! Well said, the pronunciation is very standard, Dio! I look forward to hearing from you!"

"Okay, Mr. Brotz."

Broz smiled even more happily, waved to Fu Diao, and continued to drive along the traffic flow, preparing to leave the downtown area.

Fu Tiao, on the other hand, picked up the sheet of music in his hand again and turned to look at the huge concert hall not far ahead.

The pure white exterior wall is inlaid with eight pairs of ancient Roman columns. Under the columns stands a steel arch, and countless concert posters are pasted on the arches.

At the corner of the concert hall is Sala koncertowa in Polish, which means concert hall.

Countless people passed by, looking at the men and women walking out and entering the concert hall with a hint of curiosity, their eyes full of envy.

This place is the highest stage for all classical music performers, and it is also a mass grave that has denied countless performers.

Countless performers walked in from those steel arches, but only the last few could proudly walk out.

Fu Tiao lifted the sheet of music in his hand, threw away his distracting thoughts, and walked towards the concert hall.
Chapter completed!