Hearing this sentence, Fan Ning felt excited in his heart.
Regarding Qiong's matter, what did the Special Patrol Office want to do with me?
Supplement some confessions to support further investigation? What does that have to do with talking about your graduation concert?
"Is she somewhere in this building now?" Fan Ning asked calmly.
Benjamin shook his head slowly and smiled: "She should still be sleeping on the big bed at home."
Fan Ning suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to express his position normally: "Sir, if you have any instructions, please continue."
The man opposite took a deep breath from his pipe and blew it out for a long time. The smell of cigarettes in the room was slightly fragrant and cold, but it was not unpleasant at all.
"As for Miss Joan Nisimi, we plan to add a staff member at the headquarters of the Bologna School to include her as a member, and then issue a transfer letter to the University of San Lenia to transfer her personnel relationship to the campus-based branch.
"
As Fan Ning listened, she felt something was wrong and her eyes gradually widened.
He first tentatively confirmed: "Is this still possible? Can the rules be so simple?"
"Rules serve the purpose." Benjamin smiled lightly, "The Special Patrol Office is not unkind, nor does it not make adjustments. For us, this only requires a small procedural investigation and a mild routine conclusion.
A thin piece of official paper, and the stamp of Mr. Pogorelic's name."
So Fan Ning really couldn't understand it.
Is the Special Inspection Office specially designed to customize exclusive solutions to solve your own urgent, difficult and anxious problems?
"Then, you will make a statement later and give up your qualification to compete for the premiere opportunity at the graduation concert of the University of San Lenia."
Fan Ning's cheek muscles twitched at first, his eyes narrowed, and his body sat upright, but after a few seconds, his whole body became calm and relaxed again.
Finally, he smiled in surprise: "I probably understand, is this an exchange?"
"No, you don't understand." Benjamin took another puff on his pipe, "No one in the Special Patrol Office will make an exchange with you. This is not your qualification. The balance between the two things is just our internal consideration."
"For you, this is a simple notice. 'You will make a statement of renunciation at the University of San Lenia later' - from the moment the notice is issued, this is a fact that is certain to happen.
Of course, you have some small-scale choices, such as active and conscious execution, or other forms."
Not only was there no discussion in his tone, there was no threatening tone at all, only pure strength and unquestionability.
"I'm a little curious as to why I need to give up. What are your considerations?"
"In front of the Special Patrol Office, you don't need to ask why, you just need to know what to do."
Fan Ning's eyes stared at the pipe under Benjamin's soft felt hat for a long time, and then the corners of his mouth raised.
"I see."
Are you interested in giving up your qualifications for nomination and inspection? This actually coincides with the idea that I had in mind the night before?
Of course, this is not an exchange of conditions. What kind of exchange is this? This is a knowledgeable person who is earning money for nothing!
And such a good thing!?!?
Although I don’t understand the intentions of these guys, it’s really interesting
After receiving Fan Ning's confirmation response, Benjamin nodded slightly and asked casually, "How is the Turner Art Museum doing?"
Fan Ning, who had just been relaxed, suddenly became more vigilant. First, he flashed his father Vincent's work files, and then he wanted to ask a series of questions about the fragments of the audio series.
But he suppressed these thoughts tightly, with a look of helplessness on his face:
“I’m thinking about getting it back into business, but I’m currently powerless.”
"If you know how to raise funds, it will not be a problem. After you graduate, you will have extra energy."
"There are indeed similar plans. It is a good comprehensive art venue. It would be a pity to have it idle for a long time."
"I wish you can get your wish soon."
"Thanks."
Benjamin stood up, and Fan Ning also stood up.
After a brief five-minute conversation, when he walked out of the door of the Special Patrol Hall, the clock on his pocket watch only read seven minutes past seven in the morning.
A few hours later, it was about the end of lunch time.
On several main roads in the campus, students were crowded in circles in front of the bulletin board. People outside were squeezing in, and people inside were shouting outside. Many people looked excited, and some even had expressions on their faces.
He turned red and cursed.
"Caroline Van Ning has given up her candidacy for the premiere of her Symphony No. 1 in D major!"
This explosive news spread like a virus in the University of Saint-Lenia and has the potential to spread rapidly to the music circles outside the school.
"Are you fucking crazy? You concocted this kind of fake news in the last day or two? The editor should make it more decent, okay?"
"Why didn't you say that Carolne Van Ning had withdrawn from school?"
A group of loyal fans who were impressed by the charm of Fan Ning's previous works suppressed their anger in the face of the shouts from the student crowd and prepared to squeeze in to see for themselves. However, they saw that even some media who had smelled the news were
I had already rushed over and started to interview the "informed persons" in a serious manner. I finally couldn't hold back my anger.
"Insider! Insider! There is definitely an inside story!"
"Every graduation concert and the premiere of large-scale orchestral works are monopolized by the composition department or the conducting department. This year, Carolyn from a music department took the first place. People in some schools are anxious!"
There were also a bunch of music majors who couldn't squeeze in from the outside of the crowd. They roared loudly at the person inside who broke the news, and then waved their arms to try to break the shoulders of the people in front of them.
"Idiot! I guess you guys have completely understood this?" The other half of those who supported Cecil also began to fight back.
"Fan Ning only had some advantages in the first two rounds. He must have seen that the evaluation situation in the final test was not good and didn't want to be too embarrassed, so he gave up on his own initiative!"
Among those who said these words were official members of the symphony orchestra, the backbone of those who followed leader Cecil.
"The situation is not good? Why is the situation not good? Don't think that we don't know the current situation. Fan Ning is still in the lead. Isn't Cecil just relying on some connections from four years of business? Maybe you have used other methods
.”
"Methods? I'm really amused by you idiots. If Fan Ning's "Symphony No. 1" can really maintain the excellent level of the previous work, maybe we still don't know... He wrote and returned to Anton
The professor has followed those inexplicable methods, using old-fashioned and vulgar materials, strings shaking in pieces, expanding the system unreasonably, and everything except brass is brass. Don’t you have an idea of how much recognition you can get? "
"Inexplicable way? It made me laugh to death. Do you know what innovation and breakthrough are? Having said so much, Fan Ning has been number one in the past six months, and he is still number one now! You guys are saying the same thing, how can I
Never seen Cecil take one?"
"No, what are you clamoring for? The school didn't refuse to let Fan Ning perform for the first time. After the graduation concert, can't we just find another concert to perform in?"
The two sides became more and more noisy.
Merich, the leader of one group, rushed to the scene after hearing the news. His expression and voice were a little cold: "You two guys, calm down and stop making assumptions here. If you have any doubts, wait for the school to report the reasons."
In fact, no matter what the result was, Meric knew that he would not get the first place this time, either Fanning or Cecil. However, after listening to the premiere of "Death and the Maiden", he was convinced
Due to Fanning's creative ability, at this moment, like some people, he hoped to hear "Symphony No. 1 in D Major" played at the graduation concert.
However, the scene was too chaotic. Except for a few people nearby who glanced at Meric, the high volume had already drowned out what he said. No one even noticed that the team leader was here.
"Why have you given up talking so much!? Don't you idiots know how to read? Come in and see for yourself!" The people inside were also scolded and lost their temper.
"You fucking let me in!" The students outside who couldn't squeeze in roared at the top of their lungs.
The crowd was getting bigger and bigger. At this time, the crowds on the publicity boards on opposite sides of the main road and the crowds on the periphery were so exaggerated that they overlapped, blocking the road!
"Get out of the way!" After Lou Adair heard the news, he hurried to the scene with several musicians who were rehearsing Fanning's works.
Compared with Merich's cold and thin voice, Lu's voice is much more powerful. In addition, the few standing behind him are all big and powerful brass musicians, including a "heavyweight" who plays the tuba.
"Contestants, this formation finally made the scene quiet for a few seconds.
The crowd reluctantly separated into a small lane.
Lu squeezed in sideways, and finally saw that on the nomination posters of the three people, there was indeed a document posted in the lower right corner of Fan Ning's area, which mentioned that he voluntarily gave up his debut, not only his own
Signed and stamped with the official seal of the Conservatory of Music.
Judging from this, is it true? Maybe the same thing is posted on the posters in other bulletin boards.
Lu's face looked a little ugly for a moment, and more importantly, he was in disbelief... Why?
He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone as strong and calm as possible: "Let's wait for Mr. Fan Ning to explain the reason in person, or wait for the school to explain it in public. I believe there will be one soon."