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Chapter 893 Inviting you to be the director

In the words of Principal Liu.

Harvesen has such a high status and is beaten away overnight. His attitude is somewhat respect for you.

As the saying goes, people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot.

Junior brother, let’s show off?

Seeing Lao Liu's excitement, Su Mu was speechless.

That feeling is really... weird.

For example, my son is a poor student, and all the children around my neighbors are all top students.

Then during the college entrance examination.

His bad-student son became the national college entrance examination champion.

If it were you, wouldn't you be excited?

Maybe even someone else can get it.

Su Mu had no choice but to show his skills.

But the Galaxy No.

This song is too big and it's very hard to play.

But he also chose the song that ranked first in the piano world today.

Rachmaninov, the third piano concerto.

Abbreviation - La San.

This song is known as the difficulty coefficient of tens of points and zero, and is known for its fast chords and decorative sounds.

Even Master Cole can't easily play such difficult songs.

But once Su Mu takes action, the whole audience will be silent!

The song is over.

Everyone was frozen.

Even though he knows that Su Mu's attainments in piano are unfathomable, every move he takes can still shock you.

If it is just a skillful perfection, it is a bit regrettable.

But whether it is skill or emotional rendering, everyone can empathize with it. This is no longer a problem with the song.

This is the charm of Su Mu.

Until Su Mu stood up, everyone around him was still silent.

Many domestic principals are laymen, but the masters are not.

Just look at the masters, who are so careful that they dare not even breathe, you will understand how big the shock Su Mu brought.

Master Cole has dozens of people, and I wish I could hold my heart tightly with my hands to prevent my heart from beating so crazy.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but every move by Su Mu can arouse some creative desires in their consciousness that have been silent for a long time.

This is simply crazy.

If we follow Su Mu, learn more and watch more, will we also create a song that has passed down from generation to generation in the near future?

The temptation of this idea is simply crazy!

Who can refuse?

Harvesen was really shocked to the point of being lost.

As the world's number one-ranked classical orchestra chairman, his achievements in classical music are comparable to those of masters.

Harvesen was sure that no matter how Su Mu was in other industries, at least in the classical music industry, he was a god.

Otherwise?

"God, you have finally delivered your gospel!"

Harvesen was so excited that he looked a little shaky.

If the two people around him hadn't reached out to support him, they would probably have fallen down.

He walked up to Su Mu tremblingly, and was obviously a little taller than Su Mu, but he looked up at him humbly with a look of gaze, and said in a trembling voice:

"Dear Su, it's so perfect. This is the most perfect performance I have heard in my life."

Su Mu smiled awkwardly.

He was still a little uncomfortable with the old guy's excessive enthusiasm.

You are a girl with wrinkles on your face. You are not a beauty. Why do you admire me?

"Haha, Mr. Harveyson, this is all Ki-Foot, Ki-Foot. Not worth mentioning."

God, jifu.

It took Harvesen 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 Chairman and Artistic Director of the Association."

Su Mu didn't say anything, but the people around him were exploded.

Thirty-seven masters took it for granted, but the presidents and deans of more than a dozen Western top art colleges who followed Harvesen almost fell out of their eyes.

"What?"

"this……!"

"O God!"

"His Excellency Sir Harvesen, actually…!"

"But, is this young man not worthy?"

"He is completely competent, and I think this position cannot reflect his artistic achievements."

"This is too...! God, my heart can't stand it."

"I'm going crazy! Tell me, why did God give such amazing talent to an Oriental?"

"Damn it, what are you talking about? Racial discrimination?"

"I...I don't have it. After all, classical music has always been from our Western world..."

"When you say that, I also think...! Alas, why?"

“God is unfair.”

"He's only twenty-six years old."

"Stop talking, I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm eighty-six. I can't imagine what height he will reach when he's eighty-six."

Although the principals standing next to Liu Jianming don’t understand very well, they are all smart.

Just look at the uncontrolled expression on Wei Guoren's face, it's enough.

Even Huang Shuangjiang, who has always been calm on weekdays, has a very excited feeling.

Be proud.

This is to be proud.

Never underestimate the charm of art.

In the world of higher education, art is truly unattainable.

Liberal arts and science, what is that?

That is just practical knowledge to cultivate social service elites.

But art?

That is something that stands at the top of the world, people entertain themselves and cultivate sentiments.

The difference is so big.

Listen to the admiration from the foreigners.

It's really... dreamy.

Now, Mr. Huang has a feeling of unreality.

Unbelievable, how long has it been?

Su Mu reached this level.

At the beginning, Mr. Huang directly gave Su Mu a full professor title, which was under tremendous pressure.

After all, he is too young.

The domestic academic community has been a long-standing trend.

Even Huang Lao, the reformist, had to consider balance.

Leadership is not that easy to be.

After Harvesen gave 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 China are also collectively furious.

"What?"

"Snatch people in front of us?"

"His grandma!"

"What do these white guys mean? Do you think we are dead?"

"Tell them, where is the translator? Where has he died? Don't even think of taking people away from us."

"But what conditions can we get?"

"Hey, yes, do I take the principal as a good person? I agree, and the country will not agree!"

Liu Jianming was the most excited.

When he heard Harvesen's words, his hair was standing upside down in an instant.

Stepping on the horse!

No matter who you are.

I have done all my politeness and politeness, but you actually pry the corner of the wall in front of me?

Old Liu widened his eyes, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up and start.

To be honest, Principal Liu's all hopes were bent on Su Mu.

His belief and obsession are to build Dongyang University into a top-notch university in China and the world's forefront.

How much infamous did he bear for this goal?

At this moment, Lao Liu was really angry!

"Harvesen! You are immortal!"

"Eat me a punch!"

Liu Jianming strode up, reached out his hand... and pulled Su Mu behind him, laughing and said:

"Sir Harvesen, Su Mu is my professor, and it is absolutely impossible for him to leave Dongyang."


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