Havison has such a high status that he came here overnight, and his attitude is more or less respect for you.
As the saying goes, people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot.
Junior brother, shall we show our skills?
Seeing the excitement exuding from Lao Liu, Su Mu was speechless.
That feeling is really...weird.
For example, my son is a poor academic, but all the kids in the neighborhood are academic toppers.
Then during the college entrance examination.
The son of a poor student became the national college entrance examination champion.
If it were you, wouldn't you be excited?
Maybe someone else could pull it off.
Su Mu had no choice but to show his hand.
But Galaxy Note didn't pop up.
This piece is too big and difficult to play.
But he also chose the most difficult piece of music in the piano world today.
Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto No. 3.
Abbreviation - pull three.
This piece is said to be on the tens-to-zero level of difficulty and is famous for its fast chords and decorative tones.
Even Master Cole cannot easily play such a difficult piece of music.
But as soon as Su Mu made a move, the whole place fell into silence!
The song is over.
Everyone froze.
You know that Su Mu's piano skills are unfathomable, but every time he makes a move, he can still shock you.
If it were just technically perfect, it would be a bit of a pity.
But both in terms of technique and emotional rendering, it can make everyone feel the same. This is no longer a problem with the music.
This is the charm of Su Mu.
Until Su Mu stood up, everyone around him was still silent.
Many principals in China are laymen, but today's masters are not.
You only need to look at those masters, who were so careful that they didn't even dare to breathe, that you will understand how much shock Su Mu brought.
Master Cole and dozens of others wished they had to cover their hearts with their hands to stop their heartbeats from going so crazy.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but every time Su Mu made a move, he could stimulate some creative desire in their consciousness that had been dormant for a long time.
This is simply crazy.
If we follow Su Mu and learn more and watch more, will we be able to compose a song that will be handed down from generation to generation in the near future?
The temptation of this idea is simply driving people crazy!
Who can say no?
Havison was really shocked and lost his mind.
As the chairman of the world's number one classical orchestra, his own attainments in classical music are comparable to those of a master.
Havison is sure that no matter how good Su Mu is in other industries, at least in the classical music world, he is a god.
Otherwise?
"God, you have finally sent your gospel!"
Havison was so excited that he looked a little shaky.
If it weren't for the two people around him reaching out to support him, he would probably have fallen down.
Walking tremblingly in front of Su Mu, he was obviously a little taller than Su Mu, but he looked at him humbly with an upward look, and said in a trembling voice:
"Dear Su, this is so perfect. This is the most perfect performance I have ever heard in my life."
Su Mu smiled awkwardly.
He was still a little uncomfortable with this old guy's excessive enthusiasm.
You, a seventy-year-old and wrinkled person who is not a beautiful woman, why do you admire me?
"Haha, Mr. Havison, these are all basic things, basic things. Not worth mentioning."
God is so gay.
It took Havison a long time to understand the meaning of these two words.
He suddenly grabbed Su Mu's hand:
"Su, on behalf of the Classical Music Association, I invite you to serve as the honorary president and artistic director of the association."
Su Mu said nothing, but the people around him exploded.
Thirty-seven masters took it for granted, but the eyes of more than a dozen principals and deans of top Western art schools who came with Harveyson almost dropped out of their heads.
"What?"
"this……!"
"Oh God!"
"Your Excellency Sir Havisson, actually...!"
"But isn't this young man worthy?"
"He is completely qualified. In fact, I feel that this position cannot reflect his artistic achievements."
"This is too...! God, my heart can't bear it."
"I'm going crazy! Tell me, why did God give such an amazing talent to an Easterner?"
"Damn, what are you talking about? Racist?"
"I...I don't have it. After all, classical music has always been from the West...!"
"When you say that, I also think...! Hey, why?"
"God is not fair."
"He is only twenty-six years old."
"Stop talking, I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm already eighty-six. I can't imagine what heights he will reach when he is eighty-six."
The principals standing next to Liu Jianming, although they don't understand it very well, are all good people.
Just looking at the uncontrollable expression on Wai Guoren's face is enough.
Even Mr. Huang Shuangjiang, who was always calm on weekdays, felt extremely excited.
Feel proud.
This is what makes you proud.
Never underestimate the charm of art.
In the world of higher education, art is truly unattainable.
Liberal arts and science, what are they?
That is just practical knowledge for cultivating social service elites.
But art?
It is something that a small group of people at the top of the world use to entertain themselves and cultivate their sentiments.
The difference is endless.
Just listen to the admiration coming from the mouths of those foreigners.
It's really... dreamy.
Now, Mr. Huang has an unreal feeling.
It’s unbelievable, how long has it been?
Su Mu has reached this level.
At the beginning, Mr. Huang directly gave Su Mu the title of full professor, but he was also under tremendous pressure.
After all, he is too young.
In domestic academic circles, the custom of ranking according to seniority has been around for a long time.
Even the reformist Mr. Huang has to consider balance.
Being a leader is not that easy.
After Havison made the conditions, Mr. Huang had difficulty breathing for a while.
What if Su Mu was attracted to the West?
Then he might as well retire.
The principals and deans in the country are also collectively frying the situation.
"What?"
"Robbing people in front of us?"
"His grandma!"
"What do these white... old guys mean? Do they think we are dead people?"
"Tell them, where is the translator? Where did he die? Don't even think about taking anyone away from us."
"But what conditions can we offer?"
"Hey, yes, should I let him be the principal? I agree, but the country won't agree either!"
Liu Jianming was the most excited.
When he heard Havison's words, the hairs on his whole body stood on end.
Riding on a horse!
No matter who you are.
I've done all I can to be polite and courteous, but you're trying to force a corner in front of me?
Old Liu's eyes widened, he rolled up his sleeves and was ready to take action.
To be honest, all of Principal Liu's hopes were placed on Su Mu.
His belief and obsession is to build Dongyang University into a first-class university in China and among the best in the world.
How much infamy has he endured for this goal?
At this moment, Lao Liu was really angry!
"Havison! You old fool!"
"Punch me!"
Liu Jianming strode up, stretched out his hand... pulled Su Mu behind him, and said with a smile:
"Sir Havison, Su Mu is my professor, and it is absolutely impossible for him to leave Dongyang."