Chapter 130 (2/2)

Evra glanced at Jacques and sighed. “Although I don’t like to air the dirty laundry of my orchestra to the outsiders, Jacques is right. I thought Luo’s 《Chaconne》 was like mud compared to Little Seven’s, when I first heard it. But now… Well, it’s just a piece of shit.”

Both Caroline and Jacques burst into laughter.

Qi Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly and the corner of his lips curled up. Then, he frowned. “Since… This Luo Yu Sen’s skills are unsatisfactory, then why is he the deputy chief of your second violin group?”

The remark brought Jacques’ and Caroline’s laughter to a halt. Qi Mu bowed politely and left the rehearsal room.

Caroline turned to Evra, puzzled. “Evra, if Qi Mu didn’t say it, I would have forgotten that Luo’s level is a bit misaligned with our orchestra. I remember that you wanted to dismiss him last year. Why did you let him stay as the deputy chief of the second violin group till now?”

Facing Caroline’s question, Evra sighed with embarrassment. “Caroline, you should know the nature of Lu and Luo’s relationship, right? That tragedy happened when I was hesitant to renew his contract last year. When Luo came to me, he was in a lost state. I was afraid the man wouldn’t be able to stand it if I gave him another big blow.”

Although Evra has a bad temper, he was much more persistent than Dorenza when it came to caring for talented people. From the average age of the orchestra members, it was obvious that he liked young musicians. He thought they had a lot of room for improvement.

When the topic turned to Lu Zi Wen’s accident, Caroline could only give up and stop talking.

Jacques, on the other hand, sarcastically remarked, “Lost state? Oh, Mr. Evra, do we really know the same Luo Yu Sen? Why do I feel… There were too many suspicious things with Lu Zi Wen’s death?”

Caroline yelled, “Jacques! Don’t talk nonsense!”

“Was it really nonsense?!” Evra fell completely silent, abandoning what he wanted to say. Jacques sat up straight and said, “You can ask any member of the orchestra. Who didn’t doubt Lu Zi Wen’s cause of death?! Who knows what happened in those two hours. Luo Yu Sen said he left before Lu Zi Wen’s asthma attack. Do you really believe him?!”

“But… The police investigated.” Caroline’s voice was a little hesitant.

Jacques smiled sardonically. “Those police officers… Who knows what’s going on with them.”

After a short while, the black man bowed his head and sighed. “Sorry, Evra, Caroline… I was a little emotional just now. I really don’t like that Luo Yu Sen guy. His smile is just… too hypocritical.”

“I understand, Jacques,” Caroline said, nodding. “You’d better change your attitude. You were so jealous just now that you looked like you’d tear Qi Mu apart.”

Jacques pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Just as the next applicant was about to enter the room, Evra finally spoke. “…Even you think the accident last year was suspicious, Jacques?”

Jacques froze. He turned to look at Evra, only to see the man looking at the ground, eyebrows furrowed, and lost in thought.

Before he could ask, the next applicant entered the room with their violin.

The audition for deputy concertmaster of Vienna Symphony Orchestra… was still on-going.

For some things, as long as you plant a seed of doubt, the seed would take root. When it did, it would sprout, then grow into a towering tree.

Qi Mu only needed to fertilize and water it. Everything else was bound to develop smoothly.

Now that he had the time and opportunity…

He would push the matter forward.