Chapter 353 First Movement Poems of Awakening (30): Undercurrent (2)
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On the same day of August 1st, in the early afternoon, Ufranser, a city in the northern continent.
According to the arrangements at the public meeting after the premiere day, today is the day when the preparations for the "Kaplan Art Fund" are completed, the trusteeship handover ceremony is held, and the Turner Art Hall is officially put into operation.
The first batch of donations from all walks of life will be made publicly at the handover ceremony.
The recording of "Second Symphony" is also available for sale starting today.
In the music director's office at Turner Hall, there are many and neat piles of documents on the desk. Sheeran has been staying here after lunch. Today she is wearing a formal and simple white dress, with brown hair hanging softly on her temples.
Rolling up a few threads, I kept twisting the pen thoughtfully in my hand.
As far as work matters are concerned, Turner Art Hall currently has sufficient cash flow, an outstanding artistic reputation, an endless stream of collaborators, and no need to worry about performance box office and record sales.
In terms of the personnel team, Fan Ning's resignation, Kaplan's death, and Joan's absence are all great losses, but fortunately there are still many trustworthy people and a large group of dedicated artists.
With the relationship between Capron and little Irene, for Olga, the administrative housekeeper, this place is the home and spiritual sustenance for the rest of his life; the third generation of Congreve is a civil servant in the guidance school, with unique operational talents and hard work and no complaints;
Lu has always been unambiguous in assigning people to pay for everything big and small. At present, the operation of the art fund is completely handed over to Olga, Congreve and several department managers, which is enough to achieve results.
I am still an outstanding member of the school, and this is still the art venue of the school. It is only one street away from the Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office. The branch members are regular visitors here, and several mentors including Viadlin also take good care of it.
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Facing the subtle and undercurrent situation, I still feel a little uneasy about not being able to rely on myself, but after considering the current situation, I have the best response conditions. If any other unexpected problems arise, the deputy leader, Senior Sister Roy, will also
She will provide help, but not as a last resort. Sheeran himself is reluctant to trouble her too much.
In fact, what I need to decide most now is the selection of the second music director and permanent conductor.
Judging from the standard, platform, salary, market response and past honors of the old symphony orchestra, or judging from the level of conductors, soloists or singers who collaborate in daily life, candidates with the "forged lion" personality are the bottom line, which is actually enough.
A conductor who is in the "Crescent" position is hired to take over the position of Fanning or Kaplan.
But I don't know why, every time Sheeran starts to think about this issue, he can't help but put it aside quickly.
There were two soft knocks on the door.
"Miss Sheeran, you want me to knock on the door fifteen minutes in advance to remind you." Congreve's voice came from outside the door.
"Thank you, I'll be down right away." Sheeran put down the pen and stood up after losing focus for a moment.
Eleven days...
She couldn't tell whether she hoped to receive relevant information as soon as possible, or whether she hoped it would be best not to receive any news.
The event auditorium on the first floor is now crowded with people, staff are rushing back and forth, and the sound of camera shutters is endless.
The members present met Xilan and saw the little girl smiling thoughtfully as she dealt with the dignitaries and media. Dupont and his entourage could not help but sigh inwardly.
"Have any of you seen that guy recently?" Viadlin's deep and deep voice came from behind.
"President,,,,,,tutor." Dupont and others turned around to say hello, and then looked in the direction he prompted.
"Don't look at him for a long time." Viadlin warned.
The takeover ceremony has not yet officially begun, and everyone is socializing in small groups. However, in the corner next to the seats, there is a man sitting in a wheelchair who is ignored. This man has a low brim, and looks like he is not very old from his stature.
He also seemed to be suffering from a serious leg disease and did not seem to have any mobility. His hands were huddled in his sleeves, making him appear a bit withdrawn and listless.
Dupont, Monroe and Cyndia looked back and fell into long thought.
It’s a very strange feeling that knowledgeable people are highly inspired and can mobilize their subconscious better than ordinary people. When faced with this kind of problem, the timeline is still recent. If they have seen it, they have seen it, and if they have not seen it, they have not seen it. But they feel that they can answer the question.
Not coming up.
"Be careful with this guy. If there is any abnormal situation, report it directly to the headquarters and use the 'Incinerator Messenger'..." Viadlin reminded. At this time, the auditorium bell rang, and the art fund trusteeship handover ceremony at three o'clock in the afternoon officially began.
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After Congreve's concise presiding speech, the first two people to take the stage were Director Humphrey and Owen David, "a senior officer from the Imperial Police and Security Service" wearing a police officer's uniform.
Mr. Si.
Everyone naturally knows that Humphrey expressed his stance on behalf of the cultural department and took the lead in providing funding, but why is there still Chief Owen?
It is normal for multiple important political departments to jointly represent the imperial authorities and support the development of art, but the appearance of the General Police and Security Bureau always makes ordinary people a little confused.
Roy, who was watching coldly in the crowd, narrowed his eyes. She was wearing a rather cold dark blue women's suit today, her black hair was tied high, and after shaking the basswood folding fan for a moment, she turned to the side.
He turned around and asked his father in a low voice:
"The son of Colin Davis, the late Inspector General of Shu Xiaosan Chong?"
"That's him." McAdam nodded.
Roy couldn't help frowning and thinking about it.
Neither school of thought knew it. Irving had already had several fights with Joan, and had squatted with Fan Ning in the back of the Turner Art Hall for a long time. However, the intelligence officers had already found out that Colin and Vincent were the same people back then.
The B-105 Abnormal Area Investigation Team at the Special Patrol Office.
It is normal for people from the Special Inspection Department to come today. As the leader of the discussion group, they not only control mysterious events, but also have overall responsibility for the development of the art industry. The cultural department of the government or the General Police and Security Bureau are all under their leadership.
The establishment of the "Kapron Art Fund" is a big event in the art world. The Special Patrol Office must take the lead in making a donation. According to the usual practice, the funds will be allocated to the government departments, and then a "Police Security Department representative" will be sent over.
But sending Inspector Owen?...
If nothing else, Humphrey's status is seriously unequal to his, although the public may not necessarily know it.
Is it qualitative? Incident notification?
"How strong is Owen?" Roy asked.
"Shen Xiaoyi is inferior to Rudolf Homon and Norma Gunn." Marquis MacAdam glanced in a certain direction, "However, what is worth noting is the one directly to your left, under the wall.
Sir, don't stare at him too much, even when you reach a high position, be careful."
Roy took the opportunity of nodding and meeting an acquaintance in that direction to take a look. When she discovered that it was just a man curled up in a wheelchair, she was a little unsure whether she had seen the wrong person:
"'Mr. Wax'? This man is so strange. He is also the Insighter of the Special Inspection Department? Is he stronger than He Meng and the others?"
"It's difficult to judge his strength because this person has not left any record of direct attacks." Marquis MacAdam fell into deep thought, "But I know his identity."
"The Chief Inspector and Chief Secret Historian of the Special Inspection Department are responsible for the intelligence collection, investigation and analysis of the entire system of the mysterious side of the government."
Roy's expression changed slightly when he heard this.
Director Humphrey began his speech.
The public discovered that this was what happened: the cultural department was naturally grateful to Mr. Kaplan for his selfless dedication, while the police and security department discovered the juvenile crime rate in the Uflandsel area during a review of the imperial security work in the first half of this year.
There has been a significant decline, which can be attributed in part to Turner Hall's "Music Relief" or "Arts Access" program.
An unexpected but reasonable chain reaction. Music is human nature, and art makes people pursue beauty and sublimity.
I see.
Both parties jointly donated a total of 10,000 pounds to the "Kapron Art Fund" on behalf of the imperial authorities.
Olga shook hands with Humphrey and Irving respectively, while Sheeran leaned over to sign the donation agreement.
Roy stood in the crowd and stared.
Owen took a step forward, as if it was his turn to deliver the speech.
At this time, a gentleman carrying a briefcase trotted onto the stage.
"Sir, the well is gone." The voice was very low.
"The well is gone??" Owen looked back without changing his expression, and the drooped head of "Mr. Wax" in the corner seemed to rise slightly.
"The secret door is still there, but the well has disappeared. Inside is a rectangular space of several meters square, just like a small storage warehouse." The gentleman spoke very quickly, and then left.
The strange look in Owen's eyes flashed away,
He began to speak.
"Here, on behalf of the empire, I would like to pay high tribute to the artistic personality of Mr. Kaplan, the permanent conductor of the old symphony orchestra."
"I believe that quite a few people in the art world here have learned about Empire's latest announcement of recruiting 'potential musicians' from around the world a few days ago. Frankly speaking, this trend has a hint of reflection. We are
Reflecting on the fact that a 'great' musician like Kaplan did not truly enter the core vision of the empire until after the end of his artistic career, this makes his departure even more regrettable."
Hearing this, many people present nodded with deep emotion. It is really a pity for Kaplan. A person who is very likely to become a master conductor, fate has made such a joke. This cannot be said to be unfair, but
Fate is really fickle - it gave him such a strange and rare talent, but it refused to achieve perfection happily and wanted to shorten his artistic career so short.
Owen's voice continued: "But if we ignore more living great artists and even art masters like this in the future, it will be one more regrettable thing. The 40th Harvest Art Festival is about to
Entering the early planning and audition stages, various factors are intertwined. We hope that with greater intensity, a broader vision, and a more tolerant mind, more dazzling flowers of human art can be displayed in the autumn of two years later.
Bear abundant fruits.”
The reasons of this group of people are always so high-sounding. At first glance, they seem sincere and sincere. In fact, Viadlin guessed its intriguing deeper purpose as soon as he learned of this announcement.
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He was waiting for the more critical content of his subsequent speech.
"As for the sudden resignation of music director Mr. Fan Ning, it is initially speculated that it may be related to the contamination from the mysterious world. The General Administration of Police and Security has reported the situation to the Special Inspection Department as soon as possible. His previous series of artistic achievements are still great.
After there is substantial investigation progress, we will respond to the close attention of all walks of life in a longer article."
This announcement somewhat surprised and worried everyone present.
However, Viadlin and the members of the school looked at each other, and Roy's eyes also met with Sheeran's who was standing on the stage from a distance.
That's it?
There's nothing definite about this, is there?
Yes, Irving meant that Fan Ning may have suffered from mysterious contamination. This sentence, "A series of previous artistic achievements are still great," may be a bit ambiguous if you think about it more, but many people present knew that he was an official insider.
He is a high-risk group to begin with, so apart from worrying about his follow-up situation, it can't explain any more problems.
If things were a little more serious, at least the wording of "mysterious pollution" should be subtly replaced by the synonym "evil god pollution".
Roy analyzed Irving's speech word by word, his blue eyes shining with light.
She captured a key point in an instant:
It seems like the Special Patrol Office doesn’t even know whether he is dead or alive!
She was originally worried about Fan Ning's safety, but also worried that the Special Inspection Bureau would completely break up the relationship and expose the things behind the secret door to the public and confront her in court.
If they plan to "give full play to their imagination" in incident reporting, then there is an important prerequisite: the person is gone or under control.
What if you make up a story that justifies it, and then someone jumps out alive a few days later, hides in a corner and sends a telegram to refute the rumor?
The situation just now was that Irving seemed to have been preparing for a relatively serious characterization, but someone suddenly reminded him that something unexpected had happened. For example, there was some evidence that he thought he could grasp, but he suddenly found that it had lost its effectiveness. Even "a little use of imagination"
Can't even do it with all my strength?
The only thing I can say is, "His previous artistic achievements are fine, but he has reservations about his later ones"?
Combined with the information that they were stranded in Houshan for more than 36 hours.
Coupled with the "recruiting of potential musicians" trend, it is very easy to make yourself daydream.
This is interesting.
Roy put away the folding fan in his hand, lowered his head and blinked his eyelashes. The loss of contact for more than ten days was worrying enough, but if the Special Patrol Office himself didn't know the situation, she felt that her anxiety was reduced by half.
After Irving stepped off the stage and stepped aside, the gentleman carrying the briefcase walked up to him again: "Sir, although the well is gone, Mr. Wax helped us take some photos a few days ago."
"It is useless alone." Owen did not look back. "Without the direct verification link under public witness, those things are likely to have the opposite effect. I will continue to save them for the time being. After observing today's situation, I will go back to report and discuss."
"I understand, but I didn't consider it carefully." The gentleman retreated into the crowd.
It was also the first time for him to encounter the Yiyong Secret Realm and its collapse.
The original strategy was to release some negative news first to avoid the negative impact caused by suddenly overthrowing this place where the reputation of art is at its peak. After a public confrontation process in full view of the public, we then released some photos behind the secret door that had been collected in advance.
In this way, the goal was gradually achieved, but unexpectedly, the dream things behind the secret door disappeared completely.
As a result, not only will the photos be questioned as "false and slanderous" or "cannot prove a connection with the Turner Hall of Art," but there will also be no room for maneuver in the briefing. His speech just now was almost a load of nonsense.
"Let's take a look at today's follow-up." Irving is waiting for the first batch of large donations to begin.
He still remembered the scene at the United Dream meeting a few days ago when several of his own Insighters asked the leader for instructions.
Regarding the issue of how the discussion group should handle the follow-up relationship with Turner Hall of Art after Fanning announced his withdrawal and disappeared, the leader rarely thought about it for a long time, and finally just said: "First, re-evaluate the relationship between his artistic reputation and
Social status".
Today's first batch of large donations, the breadth and intensity of support from all walks of life are undoubtedly very important reference dimensions.
Owen glanced at the corner wall of the auditorium, only to find that "Mr. Wax" had left the venue at some point.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the people on the stage and lost in thought.