Old-time musicians

On the same day, August 1, in the early afternoon, in the city of Ufransell in the northern continent.

According to the arrangement at the public meeting after the premiere, 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 officially puts it into operation.

The first batch of donations from all walks of life will be publicly carried out at the handover ceremony.

The record of "Symphony No. 2" will also be delivered and sold from today.

In the office of the music director of the Turner Art Hall, there are many neatly piled documents on the table. Sheeran has been here since lunch. She is wearing a formal and simple white dress today, with brown hair curled softly at the temples, and she has been twisting the pen repeatedly in her hand thoughtfully.

As far as work matters are concerned, the Turner Art Hall currently has sufficient cash flow, artistic reputation, and a constant stream of partners, so there is no need to worry about performance box office and record sales.

In terms of the personnel team, Fanning's resignation, Kaplun's death, and Joan's disappearance are all great losses, but fortunately there are still many trustworthy people and a large group of dedicated artists.

With the relationship between Kaplun and Little Irene, for Olga, the administrative housekeeper, this is her home and spiritual sustenance for the rest of her life; Congreve's three generations are the guiding clerks of the school, with unique operational talents and hard work; Lu has always sent people to pay for big and small things and has never been vague about the current operation of the art fund, which is completely handed over to Olga, Congreve and several department managers, enough to make results.

I am still an outstanding member of the school, and this is still the school's art venue, only one street away from the Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office. Branch members are frequent visitors here, and several mentors including Viadrin also take good care of it.

Faced with a delicate and turbulent situation, he still felt a little uneasy about not being able to rely on others, but after considering the current situation, he had the best response conditions. If there were any other unexpected problems, the deputy director, Roy, would also provide help, but unless it was absolutely necessary, Sheeran himself was reluctant to trouble her too much.

In fact, the most important thing for him to decide now was the selection of the second music director and permanent conductor.

Judging from the level, platform, salary, market response and past honors of the old symphony orchestra, or the level of the conductors, soloists or singers he cooperated with on weekdays, the "Forging Lion" candidate was the bottom line, and it was actually enough to hire a "New Moon" conductor master to replace Fanning or Kapron.

But for some reason, whenever Sheeran started to think about this issue, he could not help but put it aside.

The door knocked twice.

"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 right down." Xilan put down her pen, stood up after a moment of vacant eyes.

Eleven days...

She couldn't tell whether she hoped to receive relevant information as soon as possible, or hoped that no news would come.

The activity hall on the first floor was crowded with people at this moment, staff members shuttled back and forth, and the sound of camera shutters continued.

The members present met Xilan, and seeing the little girl smiling with a heavy heart to deal with a group of politicians and media, Dupont and his party couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

"Has anyone seen that guy recently?" Viadrin's deep and low voice came from behind.

"President, mentor." Dupont and others turned around to greet him, and then looked in the direction he prompted.

"Don't stare at him for a long time." Viadrin reminded.

The takeover ceremony had not officially started yet. Everyone was socializing in groups of three or five. However, in a corner beside the seats, there was a man sitting in a wheelchair who was ignored. The man had a low hat brim. Judging from his figure, he seemed young and seemed to have a serious leg disease. He did not seem to have any mobility. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and he looked a little lonely and listless.

Dupont, Monroe and Cynthia retracted their gazes and fell into a long thought.

It was a very strange feeling. Those who knew had high inspiration and could call on their subconscious better than ordinary people. When faced with such questions, the timeline was still recent. If they had seen it, they had seen it, and if they had not seen it, they had not seen it, but they felt that they could not answer it.

"Be careful of this guy. If there is any abnormality, report it directly to the headquarters and use the 'Incinerator Messenger' directly..." Viadrin reminded him. At this time, the bell in the auditorium rang, and the art fund custody handover ceremony at 3 pm officially began.

After Congreve's concise hosting speech, the first two people to come on stage were Director Humphrey and Mr. Owen Davis, a senior officer from the Imperial Police General Administration, who was wearing a police officer uniform.

Everyone naturally knew that Humphrey represented the cultural department and took the lead in providing funding, but why was there an Owen chief?

It was normal for multiple political departments to jointly represent the imperial authorities to support the development of the arts, but the appearance of the General Security Department always puzzled ordinary people.

Roy, who was watching coldly in the crowd, narrowed her eyes. She was wearing a rather cold dark blue women's suit today, with her black hair piled high. After shaking the basswood folding fan in her hand for a while, she tilted her body and whispered to her father:

"The son of Colin Davis, the late inspector of the Threefold of Deep Understanding?"

"That's him." McAdam nodded.

Roy couldn't help but frown and cross his chest to think.

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, intelligence agents had already found out that Colin and Vincent were the same people back then. The B-105 Abnormal Area Investigation Team in 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 department, 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 him, although the public may not know it clearly.

Is it qualitative? Incident report?

"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 wax on your immediate 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 to nod and meet an acquaintance in that direction and take a look. When she realized 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 Patrol 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 McAdam 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 to deliver his speech.

The public discovered that this is 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 Ufranser 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 Arts 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 a few meters square, just like a small storage warehouse." The gentleman spoke very fast, and then exited.

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 the latest announcement of the Empire's worldwide recruitment of 'potential musicians' 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 only truly entered the core vision of the Empire after completing his artistic career, it makes his departure even more regrettable."

Hearing this, many people present nodded with deep emotion. What a pity for Kaplan. A person who is very likely to become a master conductor, fate 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 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 enter. In the early planning and audition stages, various factors are intertwined. We hope that with greater intensity, a broader vision, and a more inclusive mind, more dazzling flowers of human art will be born in the autumn of two years later. Produce abundant fruits.”

The reasons of this group of people are always so high-sounding. At first glance, they seem sincere and sincere, but in fact, Viadlin had already guessed its intriguing deeper purpose as soon as he learned of this announcement.

He waited 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. Once there is substantial progress in the investigation, we will respond to the close attention of all sectors of society in a longer manner.”

This announcement somewhat surprised and worried those present.

However, Viadlin looked at each other with the members of the school, and Roy's eyes also met with Sheeran who was standing aside on the stage from a distance.

That's it?

There's nothing definite about this, is there?

Yes, Irving was saying that Fan Ning may have suffered from mysterious contamination. "The 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. It 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 are a little more sinister, at least the wording of "mysterious pollution" should be subtly replaced by the synonym "evil god pollution".

Roy analyzed Owen'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 she was also worried that the Special Patrol Office would completely break up the relationship, expose the things behind the secret door to the public, and confront her in court.

If they plan to "fully use 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 "using a little imagination" "Can't do it anymore?

All I can say is, "His previous artistic achievements are fine, but I have 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, I was inconsiderate." The gentleman retreated into the crowd.

It was also the first time for him to encounter the collapse of the Yiyong Secret Realm.

The original strategy was to release some negative news first to avoid the negative impact of 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. This gradually achieved the goal, 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 where several of his own Insighters asked the leader for instructions at the United Dream meeting a few days ago.

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, deep in thought.