Chapter 29 (1/2)

More than two weeks had passed since Tan Lao’s concert was reported on by several magazines in the classical music circle like the《Music Hall》 and the《Sound of Music》, but the buzz still hasn’t dissipated.

Most of the professionals had a high opinion of the concert. The performers who were invited for the concert were all the famous musicians in Huaxia. There were no accidents, and all the performances were successful. Therefore, from an appreciative perspective, this concert was one of the most outstanding performances of the year.

On the other hand, a young “unknown” had appeared and attracted the attention of a lot of people. While Qi Mu’s name could be found in their distant memory, he hadn’t appeared in public for nearly ten years, and as his comeback was with such brilliance, they could only emotionally declare, “Young talent, ah!”

For non-professionals and those not in the circle, classical music generally sounded lofty. As while others were listening to the Spoon Brothers’ Little Pear, and they asked, “What are you listening to?” they answered with, “I’m listening to Balakirev’s 《Islamey: Oriental Fantasy》.”

See, wasn’t it just pretentious?

But, that person who played such beautiful music on the violin. . . what—a—handsome—brother!

The superimposed effect would startle the world, and that would just be tragic. Especially for those with a superficial understanding of classical music, they would fall for the enemy and only shout: what a male god.

So, of those that did not know Qi Mu, there were many in and outside the industry that liked his sound. . . and his face. At the time, Qi Mu had no idea, but many girls bought the B City Symphony Orchestra’s tour album because of him. And, after listening to the majestic music, they shouted: “Coach, I want to learn how to play the violin!”

Beauty is not strength——that was the evaluation of his many fans. It was also the opinion of 《Voice of Music》’s editor, Li Mei. When she saw the young man that followed Zheng Wei Qiao in, Li Mei suddenly felt as if she had become the editor of a fashion magazine and a T-model had walked into the room.

“Li-jie, this is Xiao Qi. It’s been difficult on you today!” While he spoke, Zheng Wei Qiao handed over the boxed cake in his hands, “I heard today’s exclusive interview was with Li-jie, ah. I’ll be waiting for you.”

《Voice of Music》 was one of the leading magazines that covered classical music in Huaxia. Although it wasn’t on the same level as 《Music Hall》, it was still a professional magazine that was not to be taken lightly. In general, their interview candidates were only the seniors of the industry, like Tan Lao or Du Sheng, and other musicians who had won awards.

After all, it was a classical music magazine. Although 《Voice of Music》 was a leader in the industry, compared to other newspapers, it had flat sales. But to their surprise, half a month ago, their magazine actually doubled their sales!

After a meeting of the higher-ups, the sharp increase in sales was generally believed to be related to Tan’s concert. Specifically. . . related to the young man’s face on the cover. So, they set forth with this scene: 《Voice of Music》An exclusive interview with Qi Mu by Zheng Wei Qiao.

Li Mei was thirty years old this year, and she had long passed the age of infatuation, but even she couldn’t help but glance a few times at the beautiful youth.

She certainly understood why this young man could double the sales of their magazine. “Xiao Zheng, don’t be polite! I wanted you to come so I could thank you! Xiao Chen, take him up for makeup and photos!”

Qi Mu followed the young man called Xiao Chen, then he was busy with the interview and filming.

When he was in Paris to participate in the Thibaud Violin Competition, although he only got second place, he had a lot of interview opportunities. The process was the same, so Qi Mu paid meticulous attention to detail, and Zheng Wei Qiao didn’t have to worry about it.

After over an hour of interviewing, Qi Mu politely said goodbye to everyone in the room, and the editors who had always been cold and high-up could not recover their senses. Holding out his phone to take a picture, one said to himself, “. . . He’s gone?! I haven’t taken photos yet! I’m gloating to an old classmate in an entertainment magazine that we also have handsome guys in the classical music world! The photos haven’t been sent yet, how can he leave?!!!”

The entire editorial room mourned.

Having such keen hearing, Qi Mu heard every word. With a helpless smile, he turned to listen as Zheng Wei Qiao spoke, “Xiao Qi, I didn’t expect you to do so well today, it only took an hour, and we’re done. I thought you weren’t familiar with this kind of thing. I even especially bought a black swan cake to build a good relationship with everyone. . .”

Zheng Wei Qiao said nothing else and Qi Mu turned to look at him. He saw Zheng shaking his head with regret. Pushing the silver frame of his glasses up his nose, the other man sighed, “If I knew you could get along with everyone so well. . . I wouldn’t have wasted the money!”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

Qi Mu truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he was still very grateful to Zheng Wei Qiao for the opportunity. Although it was 《Voice of Music》 that took the initiative to invite him, it was still Zheng Wei Qiao who had taken the time and energy to build the relationship and arrange everything properly.

“Zheng-ge, I really appreciate you helping me so much this time.”

As soon as Qi Mu’s words registered, Zheng nearly slipped, and he turned to stare at him in surprise.

In the dim light of the parking lot, the young man was smiling at him, and his handsome face was slightly obscured. Qi Mu smiled, “You’ve been very busy. If you and sister-in-law come over to visit next month, I’ll order some food.”

Qi Mu wasn’t a hypocritical person, and he naturally knew that Zheng Wei Qiao would not reject his offer. Along with his direct thanks, he also changed the way he expressed his gratitude.