Chapter 88 (2/2)

What surprised Luo Yu Sen was the fact that the kid didn’t contact him at all. He didn’t call and didn’t even send a message! After waiting that long, Luo Yu Sen was no longer patient. He sent a text first.

【Long time no see. Wei Ai has a concert tomorrow, and I have two tickets. Do you need them?]

Just like the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra concluded their European tour and returned to Vienna for the final concert. The concert of a world-class orchestra naturally attracted a large audience, and the tickets were bound to be hard to acquire.

Qi Mu frowned. Finally, he replied,【I’m sorry, I have tickets. I’ve been a little busy recently. If there’s an opportunity, I will contact you.]

After a brief “Okay.” from Luo Yu Sen, the man didn’t send anything else.

Qi Mu looked coldly at his phone’s screen and sank into his thoughts.

Qi Mu had already gotten some information from his private detective. He. . . got the gist of why Luo Yu Sen was treated coldly by the other members of the orchestra.

Qi Mu was so busy, he planned to wait until this period ended to settle the matter with Luo Yu Sen. Compared to his business with the scum, Qi Mu felt. . .

“Well, it’s better to practice five hours a day than spend an hour with that guy.”

With that in mind, Qi Mu returned to his hotel room and practiced happily for over an hour. By the time he arrived at Musikverein the next day, the crowd had already blocked half the street.

Such a grand venue wasn’t worse than the one Bai Ai had a few days ago, and it was even more enthusiastic. The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra belonged to Austria, so many locals rushed to get their tickets.

Only then did Qi Mu realize how convenient it was to be an insider.

A few days ago, just an hour before the concert, Bai Ai’s ticket price soared up to over 1000 euros on the black market. For tonight’s concert, Qi Mu heard it was about the same.

Qi Mu didn’t have to worry about it. Last time, he got a ticket from Min Chen. This time, Dorenza specifically asked the staff to send him the invitation for a front-row seat.

Dorenza and Akkad were old friends, and since Akkad asked him to take care of his student, he undeniably found it fascinating. Dorenza had heard of Qi Mu. A violinist earning a 9.5 score from Min Chen wouldn’t be an ordinary person.

By coincidence, he listened to Qi Mu’s 《Dance of the Goblins》 and saw Master Leonid’s commentary on Qi Mu. Even without Akkad’s introduction, the mild-tempered conductor was curious about Qi Mu.

Before Qi Mu could leave the venue after Wei Ai’s concert that evening, a staff member came to see him. They informed him that Dorenza invited him to the orchestra’s final post-concert celebration that night.

Qi Mu was surprised, but there long-lost joy in his heart.

Dorenza was one of the most important figures in his previous life. In the last few months of his life, he provided him with a lot of guidance. He was the one who gave Qi Mu the chance to stand on the Golden Hall’s stage. He was very grateful to him.

Qi Mu looked forward to seeing the maestro again.

Wei Ai’s celebration party was similar to those of other orchestras, they reserved several tables directly at a hotel. To Qi Mu’s surprise, he shared the main table with the conductor, Dorenza, and Zaev, the concertmaster.

On such occasions, food was not the main focus. Under the brilliant lights, the main table was full of famous figures from the classical music world. Albert Dorenza was one of the four leading conductors in the world, and Leon Zaev was also renowned.

Among those people, a handsome young man would certainly be eye-catching. When some curious members came up and struck a conversation with Qi Mu to figure out who he was, there were three exclamations——

“Ah! Were you the one who played that brilliant 《Dance of the Goblins》?”

“You’re Master Akkad’s student!”

“Is it really possible to get a score of 9.5 from Mr. Bertram?!!!”

Dorenza had a good relationship with Min Chen, so he often came to Wei Ai to have a conversation with him. Many members of Wei Ai were aware of the fact that the world’s best-tempered conductor (Dorenza) and the world’s worst-tempered conductor (Min Chen). . .

Were very different!

We sympathize with our comrades at Bai Ai, look at how lovely our Dorenza is!

Thus, being praised by the harsh and poisonous Bertram, the young man must be exceptional! And his temper was mild and as cute as their great Dorenza!

Fortunately, Qi Mu had once worked with these people for several months. So, even as the butt of their jokes, he could deal with them easily. He also harvested a lot of good points from Wei Ai’s members.

When the benevolent old man came towards Qi Mu with a smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand, he couldn’t help but feel a burst of warmth in his heart. A smile bloomed on his fair, delicate face. Voice melodious, he said, “Hello. . . Mr. Dorenza.”