The world's number one pianist

"Big shot?"

He Shen looked at the person in charge standing aside, his eyes slightly wrinkled, he repeated something unclearly, and then asked: "What big shot? Do I know him?"

"It's Barenboim! Daniel Barenboim!"

The man in charge of He Shen was going crazy. He stood there and kept walking, his eyes flashing wildly.

He looked at He Shen and said incoherently: "He, do you know Barenboim? Forget it, you must know what I'm talking about to you. You are all piano players, how could you not know?"

"I can't calm myself down now, Barenboim! The walking legend, the music emperor Barenboim! Beethoven's textbook, Barenboim! He's actually here !”

"So?" He Shen reached out and asked the three students standing in front of him to step aside. After handing the music scores to the three of them, he stood up, rubbed his wrists, and walked to the backstage door to look at the audience outside.

The auditorium was almost full, and a quick glance showed that at least 80% of the people were already in the auditorium.

The seats were so densely packed that it was almost full.

However, among these people, he did not see Barenboim.

At the very least, there was no sign of him in front of the auditorium.

He Shen closed the door, turned to the person in charge behind him, and said calmly with no expression on his face.

"Is there any difference whether he is here or not? I will continue to play with all my strength anyway, it doesn't make any difference."

"No, He! You don't understand! This is a very important opportunity! An opportunity that will allow you to take off directly! If you seize this opportunity, you can become the top musician like Lang! Become the top musician pianist!"

The person in charge was so excited that he couldn't speak at all. He breathed hard for a few times and calmed down for a long time before he spoke.

"He, do you know something called a music group?"

"Barenboim, he has his own music group behind him! It is a circle where many top musicians gather together! A large group that only top musicians can join!"

"This thing is only available in beautiful countries. There are some in Europe, but there are few."

"The main purpose of the music group is to share resources with each other, communicate with each other in the orchestra behind each person, and promote music resources!"

"For example, arrangements for a certain concert hall! Arrange when you can use the concert hall! Arrange the openings in the concert hall!"

"You have to know that each of them has several concert halls under his command! They can control the schedule of the concert halls!"

"If you can enter Barenboim's music group, we at Deutsche Grammophon will not have to work hard to push you to the beautiful country!"

"Because Barenboim has a lot of resources in the beautiful country!"

"The Chicago Philharmonic is his orchestra! In addition, he also owns the Orchester de Paris and the Staatskapelle Berlin in Europe!"

"Iron Lady previously allocated 200 million euros to him to repair Berlin's National Concert Hall! You can definitely see his status in the world's music circles from this place!"

"This has transcended his circle and gone global!"

"If you can be appreciated by him! Then you will have a lot of success! There will be a lot of blessings!"

The person in charge was so excited that he could not wait to push He Shen to the concert stage right now, bring He Shen to Barenboim, and let Barenboim take a good look at He Shen.

Unfortunately, now he only heard that Barenboim was in Europe and that he was coming to the Golden Hall in Vienna tonight to listen to the concert of He Shen, a newcomer.

Don't know anything else.

I don't even know where Barenboim is sitting.

He Shen looked at the person in charge in front of him, sighed slowly, shook his head, and said something casually in Chinese.

"Whatever is in your destiny must be there eventually. If there is no time in your destiny, don't force it."

"It doesn't matter. If you can encounter it, then it's a blessing. If you can't encounter it, forget it..."

After that, He Shen didn't explain to him, and walked directly to the back door of the concert hall regardless of the confused and incomprehensible expression on the person in charge's face.

He Shen stood at the door, looked at the staff around him, nodded slightly to him, and asked.

"Can we start?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask."

The staff did not open the door. Opening the door now could easily cause the audience to mistakenly think it was opening.

Therefore, he quickly used the walkie-talkie in his pocket to say a few words to the people outside the venue.

After speaking for a long time in southern German that He Shen didn't quite understand, he nodded slowly.

"Hello, it's ready. The seats inside are already full. The ticket inspector has also confirmed it. Everyone has arrived in advance. The time is almost up. You can start directly!"

"Then let's start directly." He Shen nodded.

The staff nodded immediately: "Okay!"

After that, the staff sent a few messages to the person in charge of the backstage.

After drinking the poisoned wine, the lights in the concert hall gradually became dim, and the lights on the stage immediately became extremely shining.

A beam of shining light shines on the concert hall!

The staff waited for a while and then opened the door immediately.

After He Shen straightened his clothes a little, he stepped out.

Wow!

Thunderous applause!

Everyone applauded vigorously off the stage.

They looked at He Shen with excitement in their eyes.

He Shen's reputation has already been established in Europe through his previous concerts.

As he played more and more times, his passionate and perfect music shocked almost everyone.

His reputation kept growing, and finally he succeeded in making the Vienna Golden Hall his home court before coming to Vienna!

Everyone is looking forward to He Shen's performance and what kind of Beethoven He Shen can show them.

After playing with so many top Beethoven players, what heights can He Shen reach?

Can you let them, who are in the city of music, feel the slightest surprise?

They are full of expectations!

And He Shen's expression was extremely calm. He looked at the concert hall in front of him and scanned it quickly.

The Golden Hall in Vienna is shaped like a shoe box, and is rectangular as a whole. Except for the one directly below, the others are small private rooms distributed on both sides.

It is an old-fashioned structure, but the sound effect is very good and there will be no problems.

He Shen raised his head and glanced at the audience around him.

The light above his head was very bright, shining in front of him, allowing him to see the scenery in front of him, but he couldn't see it very clearly.

But just by scanning most people's faces like this, He Shen felt that the Barenboim in his memory did not appear.

Whether it is in the best central location or in a small private room with excellent privacy.

Barenboim seemed nowhere to be seen.

He Shen didn't feel any surprise or disappointment. Instead, he slowly let out a long sigh of relief.

Just like what he said to the previous person in charge.

If you are destined to have something, you will eventually have it; if you are destined to have no time, you will eventually have nothing.

Without Barenboim, would there be no way for me to go to the beautiful country and open up the classical music market there?

No!

First of all, He Shen can contact Lang Liangyue to see if he has any ability to help. We are all Chinese, so normal help can still be done.

Moreover, the Deutsche Grammophon company behind He Shen was not as weak as the person in charge had previously said.

Although Deutsche Grammophon's influence in the beautiful country is not particularly strong, this does not mean that Deutsche Grammophon magazine does not have any influence in the beautiful country!

It's just that it may be a little slower, and it won't be able to achieve the highest level of performance specifications so quickly.

Slower or faster, it doesn't matter to He Shen.

He is only twenty-eight years old now.

A pianist's peak period is from the age of twenty to his thirties.

If your basic skills are strong and your body doesn't have many problems.

This peak time can be extended backward!

It is entirely possible that, like Argerich, someone in his 80s or 90s can still play some particularly power-consuming works like a young man in his twenties.

Gu Tao

Thinking of this place, He Shen couldn't help but smile. Amidst the applause of the crowd, he bowed slowly and gracefully, turned around and sat on his seat.

The finger was raised, paused slightly in the air, and then fell gently.

when……

when……

when……

His wrist trembled slightly, and a feeling of extreme tranquility emerged spontaneously.

There are no subtitles, and all the audience sitting here know what kind of work this piece is!

Beethoven, pastoral!

It represents the key work of Beethoven's early transformation.

He Shen played on the stage. The music was very clear and perfect, which made everyone sigh.

Their choice was indeed the right one.

He Shen's performance is indeed very good, at least not inferior to those top players!

In the most luxurious box near the stage of Vienna's Musikverein.

An old man with white hair held a cigar in his mouth without opening it, just hanging it in his mouth.

Cross your legs and raise them on the platform.

The whole person seemed particularly relaxed.

Because the whole chair rests on the seat, you can't see him at all from the net below.

He listened to He Shen's playing without making any movements, just listening.

He closed his eyes, held the cigar in his mouth, and listened very quietly.

Beethoven Sonata, Pastoral.

Beethoven Sonata, The Tempest.

Intermission.

Beethoven Sonata, Dawn.

Beethoven sonata, passion!

After all four pieces of music were played, He Shen stood up, and only then did he stand up when the thunder in his palms shook.

He stood up, relaxed his body, rubbed his shoulders a little, put on the suit hanging on the wall, wandered downstairs, and walked to the back door of the stage.

The staff member in front of him was about to stop him, but when he saw his appearance, his eyes immediately lit up, he took a small step back, and opened the door respectfully.

Click...

He Shen thanked everyone five times from the stage, played a small encore of two to three minutes, and then turned back to the backstage.

He Shen looked at the three students in the background without any change in his expression and said casually.

"How is it? Do you understand?"

Zhang Wei heard He Shen's question and without any hesitation, he immediately picked up the music score in his hand, placed it in front of He Shen, and asked.

"I understand, teacher, but I have another question. I feel that the part after Tian Yuan in the third bar of the second movement can be played with a stronger emotion. And the note is also F, which means it should be played more strongly. Why didn't you play it so strongly?"

"This part is very simple..."

Just when He Shen was about to explain, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Great! Great! Not bad, He! I have heard a lot about you. Today I finally met you. Everything you showed did not disappoint me at all. I even felt a sense of surprise!"

He Shen turned his head and saw a man in a black suit, with white hair and a vigorous spirit, standing behind him.

The person in charge who just came in from the backstage door was flipping through the information in his hand. Just as he was about to say something to He Shen, he saw the old man in front of him and was stunned. He was extremely excited and said in a lost voice:

"Barenboim? Daniel Barenboim? You, you are not?"

Before the person in charge finished speaking, Barenboim pointed at the music score in He Shen's hand and asked jokingly.

"Hey, He, what are you doing? Are you analyzing the score after the performance? Isn't it a little too late? You are totally unqualified to be a professional musician! You have no professional ethics!"

"No, I'm just teaching my students."

He Shen shook his head, turned to look at Zhang Wei beside him, and explained casually: "He just asked me why I interpreted the crescendo and F in the third bar of the second movement of the Pastoral Sonata so weakly? Shouldn't the crescendo reach F?"

"Oh? So what did you answer?" Barenboim couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, leaned against the wall, picked up the unlit cigar in his hand, and put it in his mouth.

He was just biting, without any sign of smoking.

It's not that he doesn't smoke, but there is a no-smoking sign in the backstage of the concert hall.

As a top pianist and conductor, he still understands this.

He Shen looked at Barenboim like this, without any excitement on his face because of seeing a living legend.

After all, he has seen Argerich and Deng Songshan.

It's all the same, two arms and two legs.

Therefore, He Sen just spoke lightly.

"Because this is the second movement, the overall mood has nothing to do with this F. This F is a relative concept, not an absolute concept. He needs to rethink the scenery depicted by the second movement as a whole."

"Hahahaha, good! Well said! I like your explanation very much! For your students, it is very clear, not bad!" Barenboim couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and patted He Shen's shoulder with his hand, with a familiar expression.

He Shen was praised by Barenboim, and he didn't look proud either. He just threw the music score in his hand to Zhang Wei next to him, explained it to him in Chinese, and then drove him, Li Hua, and Wei Zijie aside.

After the three of them walked aside, He Shen looked at Barenboim and asked.

"So, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Nothing, it's just that my student Lang Liangyue often tells me about you, and my old friend Schneider of Deutsche Grammophon, you know him, right? He mentioned you to me before, and I happened to pass by Vienna, so I came to see you, and I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise!"

When Barenboim said this, he couldn't help but make an exaggerated expression. Looking at He Shen's appearance, there was no way to hide the smile on his face.

Barenboim stretched his hand forward, took out the watch on his wrist from his sleeve, glanced at the time on it, and nodded slightly.

"Aha, it's dinner time now. I've reserved a small table at the nearby Imperial Hotel. Would you like to come? We can chat! Talk about your Beethoven and my Beethoven!"

"After all, I haven't heard a complete set of Beethoven sonatas that has been praised by the public judges and music critics for a long time!"

"Looking back, when I first played the complete set of Beethoven sonatas, there was no such evaluation as yours. It was not until I played it several times later that I barely got a little bit of praise."

"How about it, do you want to hear what I, an old antique Beethoven performer, think about the complete set of Beethoven? No matter who it is, I may not be able to tell him~"

"If you are not interested in music, the Vienna specialty fried pork chops at the Imperial Hotel are still very good!"

"If this is your first time here, I highly recommend you to try it. I like to order a fried pork chop every time I come here!"

He Shen was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Barenboim to invite him to the Imperial Hotel for dinner.

The Imperial Hotel is a famous hotel in Vienna. Some big-name artists would stay there, and Barenboim was no exception.

Except He Shen.

He lived in a small hotel nearby, an ordinary hotel.

The reason was simple, he had no money.

He was very poor.

Although he had a little savings from the concert, most of the savings were spent by He Shen on renting a house and buying a piano.

The Vienna Imperial Hotel here costs nearly 400 euros for one night, including breakfast.

Converted to RMB, it is nearly 3,000 yuan.

This is a standard double room, the cheapest room.

He Shen took a look at the price of more than 100 euros per night in his four-star hotel. He could not spend so much money to stay in this place for one night.

Not to mention eating there!

Therefore, after receiving Barenboim's invitation, He Shen did not think much about it. He just told the person in charge beside him to help take care of his students, and then spoke to Barenboim.

"Let's go, I really want to try the Viennese fried pork chop."

"Hahaha, interesting, He, not bad! I like you very much! Your personality is different from Lang Liangyue. I feel that you have more artistic temperament than Lang Liangyue, and you don't care about all the small things. Not bad, not bad."

"Although you may not want to be my student, I have to admit that I like you very much! Really!"

Barenboim didn't care about He Shen's attitude at all. He took He Shen to his private car and took him to the first five-star hotel in Vienna, located at No. 16, Kärntner Ring Road.

The Imperial Hotel!