Chapter 409 Nepotism

Lange frowned and said, "Carl! If you win tonight, don't embarrass the Chinese too much, just win."

Karl Brandt said: "Why use if? I will definitely win tonight. As for the issue of not embarrassing the Chinese, I think it is best to let them learn a lesson. They let that kind of child come Playing against me, I feel humiliated."

"Carl! What are you doing?" Lange said with an ugly expression on his face: "Don't mess around?"

Ross also said with a bad expression: "Carl, what did you promise us just now?"

"Of course I remember what I promised you!" Karl Brandt said: "I won't mess around! But this will definitely not be that easy. Look at it, I want the Chinese to know that they use It's just asking for humiliation for a child to represent Chinese music and compare with me." After speaking, he ignored Lange and Ross and walked onto the stage alone.

When Lange and Ross saw this, there was nothing they could do... At this time, they couldn't pull him back. They were trying to persuade him. They could only look at each other with worried expressions and prayed that he wouldn't let things go. It's good to make a big noise.

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When Wu Jun stepped down, he happened to see Karl Brandt coming up, so he naturally smiled kindly at him... But Karl Brandt just cast Wu Jun a sideways glance and didn't even smile, which naturally made him smile. Wu Jun had a boring discussion.

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The hostess came to the stage with a smile and said, "Please enjoy it below! We have invited the famous conductor and composer from Austria, Mr. Karl Brandt to bring you an 'original' orchestral ensemble piece G major Tune the waltz "The Masquerade"."

The audience immediately burst into applause when they heard this...

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With an excited expression on his face, Huang Yao said, "It's finally Karl Brandt's turn! I didn't expect that today he actually prepared an original symphony. To hear the premiere of a symphony is simply too much. It's exciting. I must use my phone to record it!" After saying that, he took out his phone with a look of excitement.

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At this time, Karl Brandt stopped the hostess who was about to end and said (in English): "Excuse me! Can I use the microphone?"

The hostess felt a little surprised, because almost all the foreign artists who performed tonight performed on the spot, and no one spoke at all. However, she didn't say anything. If people just wanted to talk, wouldn't she let them go, so she had to pass the microphone in her hand to the other party.

When Karl Brandt took the microphone, he said to the hostess, "Excuse me! Can you help me prepare another one?"

After the hostess nodded, she went to get the microphone.

Karl Brandt came to the center of the stage and said: "Hello everyone! My name is Karl Brandt from Austria. This time I am honored to come to China, a big developing country, to exchange music between Europe and China. I have made my contribution to the event. In China, I have met many outstanding musicians who are equally talented. Next, I would like to invite an equally outstanding musician, Mr. Zhang Yu, who will have a musical exchange with me tonight. on stage."

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Ding Lingling, who was sitting on the second floor, felt a little stunned when she heard the words Zhang Yu... Zhang Yu? Is it someone with the same name?

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Zhang Yu was quite surprised. He didn't expect the other party to mention him... Wu Jun also frowned and said, "What is this fellow Brandt doing?"

"What about him!" Zhang Yu stood up as he spoke, tidied up his dress and said, "I'll go meet him!" After speaking, he walked onto the stage.

When Zhang Yu walked onto the stage, the camera on the side of the field naturally gave Zhang Yu a close-up of his face as he walked onto the stage.

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Ding Lingling saw that Zhang Yu actually appeared on the big screen, and only then did she realize that Zhang Yu was this Zhang Yu. Is it natural to lose his voice: "No! It's really him!"

Huang Yao and Yu Chuwen didn't know Zhang Yu, and they felt a little stunned when they saw Ding Lingling's expression as if she had seen a ghost.

Yu Chuwen said, "Cousin! What's wrong with you? Do you know this person?"

Ding Lingling said: "This person is the one who defeated everyone in the National Poetry Competition a while ago! The guy who won the first place."

"What!" Huang Yao and Yu Chuwen both showed surprised expressions when they heard the words, and at the same time looked at the young man on the big screen... stunned: What a joke! This guy is too young!

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The audience in the audience saw Zhang Yu so young, so it was inevitable that there would be a lot of discussion... After all, in such an international music exchange event, the country actually sent such a young boy to meet with the international audience. Why does it seem so weird for a music master to do music exchange activities.

"I said... this kid! It's too young!"

"Yeah! Can you participate in such a large-scale performance at such a young age?"

"Does this kid have any extraordinary talent in music?"

"No matter how talented you are! It's still too young! I think it must be the child of some leader who wants to take this opportunity to show his face. After all, such professional performances are rare in China."

"It's very possible! But... the atmosphere in our country is really bad! Arranging people of this age to perform, the smell of nepotism is too naked! Wouldn't this make these international masters feel humiliated? This is simply not taking people seriously!"

"Hey! It's official! You can't escape the word "relationship" wherever you go. Having been a Chinese for so many years, don't you have any preparations for this?"

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Naturally, there was a lot of discussion in the audience... Zhang Yu was already holding the microphone and came to Karl Brandt's side, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Karl Brandt said: "Mr. Zhang! I have been to many countries to perform in my whole life. I have also met many talented musicians and young geniuses. But a conductor in a performance of this scale is , you seem to be the youngest. May I ask, what is your real age?"

"Seventeen years old!" Zhang Yu smiled.

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The audience heard an exclamation of "Oh"... They didn't expect this boy to be much younger than they thought. Only seventeen years old!

What a joke!

Speaking of this boy's age, it is normal to say that he has not even graduated from high school. To be able to board such a big stage at such a young age, the implied relationship behind this must be extraordinary. Isn't it said on TV every day that tigers and flies fight together! With such naked nepotism in sight, shouldn't the comrades of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection come to the scene to express their attitude! (To be continued.)

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