Boethius Hotel, large banquet hall on the 6th floor.
The cream-colored walls and floor are bright and shiny, and two long dining tables that can accommodate 25 people on one side are placed parallel to each other. They are lined with shining silver tableware and rich and tempting food, and there are groups of catering helpers and others.
Service staff were interspersed.
Hundreds of diners were chatting and laughing, but the candles on the dining table burned quietly, illuminating the wine glasses crystal clear.
Last night's record pre-order event didn't end until after three o'clock in the morning. The tension of rehearsals and performances, coupled with the excitement brought by staying up late waiting and the huge response, the students went back to the hotel to fall asleep at four or five o'clock, and there were still blockbusters at noon
A large number of people failed to get out of bed.
So the celebration banquet was moved to dinner time. It was in the same hotel building, which was very convenient. In addition to the musicians, there were naturally a dozen professors from the University of St. Lenia, as well as the National Concert Hall and
Head of several projects at Hoffman Records.
Fan Ning took Sheeran, and the two of them picked up a wine glass with a small cube of amber liquid in it and walked to the dining area where the school professors were dining.
The one with the most excited expressions here, except Professor Commons, the orchestra’s music director, was Capron. The two people clearly saw that the glasses were filled with juice, but they looked like they were drunk, changing glasses and making remarks.
With a sigh.
Fan Ning can understand this. Apart from himself, they are the people who have most directly witnessed the band's success step by step along the way. Moreover, Kaplan's situation...
"Thank you for your efforts, please rest." Fan Ning walked around to Kaplan's side and clinked glasses with him.
Kaplan seemed to be in high spirits, but his keen spiritual sense actually caught a sickly blush deep in his face, and there was quite little food on his plate.
He waved his hands repeatedly to express his welcome, and after clinking glasses, he said: "Professor Fan Ning, I noticed that you had a handling when you conducted the Andante movement of Gilles's "Third Symphony"..."
"When you go back, you can learn commanding from me for a while."
"Thank you very much, Olga told me last night!"
"Professor Fan Ning, I must solemnly retract my previous doubts about you and apologize." Several principals and professors, as well as Luo Yin sitting in this area, saw him approach and stood up one after another. Commons was the first to speak.
.
"I have never dreamed in the past decades that our student orchestra rankings can actually compare with the three giants of the Imperial City. But now, we are only one short of the official results early next year... Maybe I should consider asking the school
I suggest that you take over the position of music director. My energy has been declining in recent years, but I haven’t found a suitable candidate yet. The school’s graduation concert this year had another accident..."
"Your early caution was entirely based on the purpose of protecting students." Fan Ning clinked glasses with him, "Thank you for your trust, but my tenure in the Santa Maria Symphony Orchestra will not last much longer. The original purpose of the school hiring me has been
Achieved."
On the side, Vice President Xu Ci said: "If possible, maybe everyone hopes that Mr. Fan Ning can always lead the team here, but we should bless and support your next plan."
"It will maintain a lot of cooperation and talent transfer relationships with the classmates' orchestras, right?" Fan Ning said with a smile.
"I'll be the first to join." Luo Yin also clinked glasses with him at this time.
"Caron, the specifications of your next new venue and the level of treatment you reveal make even me want to go there," Huxley joked.
Fan Ning carefully looked at him and Principal Sternikai, but still found nothing unusual.
Logically speaking, Luo Yin got the secret ritual and prayer music scores a few days ago, so he should have taken some corresponding measures.
The effect of purifying pollution should be pretty good.
"Based on the qualifications of the professors, I think you won't be able to earn two or three times the average weekly salary, at least ten times." He responded with a smile.
"If this is not the case, how can we work together to earn back your 90,000 pounds of funds as soon as possible?" Principal Sternikai said.
Hearty laughter erupted from the group of people holding cups and talking.
This money really makes Fan Ning overjoyed. Not only does he no longer need to scrimp on the instrument purchase list, but the venue construction specifications can also be further improved, which is enough to support the musician's salary for a long time.
Once the art industry starts to make money, it is comparable to printing money. I actually thought about pillars before? There must be something wrong.
As for the mysterious side? Selling extraordinary materials is not as comfortable and efficient at all, unless you use invisible power to rob a bank... How can this be compared to holding a concert or selling records in broad daylight, making money and still maintaining your reputation?
Is it a win?
In fact, after revealing such shocking results, Sternikai felt a little regretful. Fan Ning took the initiative to discuss the issue of sharing the sales of recorded records with several senior leaders of the school that day, but everyone felt that it was just a small matter.
, waved his hand nonchalantly and let him help himself.
As a public school, they not only receive a large amount of financial support from the authorities and alumni donations from all walks of life every year, but also have many profitable industries under their name. What they care most about this concert is the response, reputation, and ranking.
question. Since even Fan Ning agreed to the proposal to share the box office proceeds with his classmates, it is not surprising at all that the album issue was handled this way.
However, who knew he could generate a six-digit turnover! Looking at the expression of the guy from Hoffman Records, these old professors wanted to laugh from the bottom of their hearts.
The two principals thought for a moment and were immediately relieved. After the student orchestra reached the top of the rankings, the empire would receive countless more artistic resources. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this year's situation was entirely dominated by Fan Ning. I hope
Lan Weifu reversed the situation.
Moreover, Fan Ning also helped the two of them with another important favor...
"Is the prayer "Saint Janin of Pontua Preaching to the Fishes" useful?" Fan Ning asked the two principals in a low voice after the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.
There was fear in Sternikai's eyes: "I must sincerely thank you for this problem. We have finally drawn a clear line from the contaminated knowledge. Otherwise, we don't know what the consequences will be if we let the Special Patrol Office deal with it."
"You're welcome, it's easy." Fan Ning thought it was fine. "Everyone instinctively doesn't want to see people who fight against the mystery end up being tainted by the mystery."
After a brief conversation with the teachers at the school, he took Xilan to clink glasses with the classmates one by one to sincerely express respect and gratitude.
Either brilliantly or steadily, no matter what, every musician in each part should be grateful.
Joan remained silent in her position, lowering her head and concentrating on cutting the snacks. It wasn't until Sheeran touched her head with a wine glass behind her that she stood up and leaned closer to speak softly.
"Caron, the nomination for the 'Boethius Artist' you mentioned was a little too quiet and casual?" She took a sip of the fruit wine and said, "You gave me a very mysterious statement this morning."
"Ge" explained, it sounded so high-end, but in the end, several representatives of the so-called inspection team came at noon and gave you a commemorative ring..."
Speaking of this, she curled her lips: "Although I think I like that ring very much, the workmanship and materials are indeed of high quality, and the market value may be over a thousand pounds, but it is still worse than what I expected from your description.
We have traveled quite a distance, there is no grand ceremony, and there is no media publicity. The title-based honor is so casual, it is as if it has not been awarded..."
"This is how things are considered on the mysterious side." Fan Ning said, "Except for the extraordinary organization and the upper class who are inextricably connected with it, the fact that the rest of the people don't know about the "Boethius Artist" will not affect it.
Their understanding of the artist. The discussion group secretly affects the development of world culture and has the ability to invisibly leverage the resources of various art platforms. These changes will naturally be reflected in the things in the art world that the public is familiar with."
The original purpose of the birth of this mechanism is to first discover more artists with potential for promotion, and then integrate platform resources from all over the world as much as possible to realize the potential as soon as possible.
He smiled: "You probably don't know yet, in just a few days from attending the funeral of the poet Bassani, to last night's performance, to being awarded the nomination today, apart from all the invitations to various events,
I have received performance invitations from six well-known concert halls or theaters, three high-value creative commissions from aristocratic families, and cooperation invitations from three music score publishers and two record companies, and the standards of sincerity they have shown are still very high.
high..."
Fan Ning did not hide his pride and good mood in front of the two girls. In fact, since he recently managed to deal with several unexpected incidents by luck, and extracted himself from the mysterious undercurrent, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to music, his mood has been
It's relaxing and enjoyable.
"Speaking of this, I suspect that Mr. Mark will come to talk to you soon." Sheeran glanced to the other side without leaving any trace, then whispered into Fan Ning's ear, "He has secretly visited us.
I looked in the direction where I was standing several times."
"We can have a chat, it just depends on whether he can show some sincerity that I care about." Fan Ning said with a smile.
"What do you care?" Sheeran asked curiously.
"You'll find out later."
Sure enough, when the dinner came to an end and everyone began to retreat to their rooms to rest, the bearded gentleman finally made up his mind and walked over in one breath.
"Mr. Fan Ning, Miss Sheeran, could you please take a few minutes of your time?"
"No problem." Fan Ning glanced at him.
Last night, he didn't pay attention to Mark at first, but in the end, how could he not know that this guy was in trouble.
"The tables are being cleared here, where should we go?" Mark pointed to the door in the other direction of the banquet hall.
"Let's go, Sheeran, let's talk to Mr. Mark." Fan Ning motioned for her to follow.
"Ah, is there me too?" Sheeran then realized that Mark was talking about two people.
The banquet hall leads out from here to a semi-rooftop garden, where you can see the lights on the higher floors of the hotel, and on the other side, you can overlook the night view of the Imperial Capital through the fence.
Flowers, trees, and rockery pools are all there. The cool night breeze and the sound of running water instantly take people away from the noisy banquet hall to another quiet space.
"I invite two of you to become signed artists of Hoffmann Records. It's a special contract level. The core terms are a 25% share of the cooperation. Are you interested in cooperating?" Mark's expression was attentive, but the content was straight to the point.
After what happened last night, both parties must know what happened and what the intention was, and... their mentality has already collapsed. If there are any more twists and turns, it will become more and more embarrassing.
"It's an honor." Fan Ning said with a smile. Just as Mark looked relaxed, he continued the second half of the sentence, "It's just that the ratio is low."
To be continued...