MTL - King of Classical Music-Chapter 247

After the end of the European Tour in the first half of 2018, this was the first orchestra member meeting of Wei Ai. In the past, this meeting simply summarized the performances in the first half of the year and the plans for the second half of the year, and at most decided on the theme of the orchestra next year.

But today, it is doomed to be different from the past.

As the agent of the orchestra and the moderator of the meeting, Mr. Tuckman prepared a thick amount of information to be distributed to every member present. First, the summary was summarized as before, and then Mr. Tuckman hesitated for a while, then looked up and looked at the side.

After all, the identity of Yan is the chief of the orchestra, so he is now sitting with Mr. Tuckerman on both sides of the master of Dorensa. Next to him is Mr. Motor, the second conductor of the orchestra, and then the head of other musical instruments.

Mr. Tuckerman’s eyes were hesitant, as if he was struggling with such a very important thing, and he did not speak. In this regard, the trip was a slight smile, then took the initiative to stand up and said calmly: "The next thing to talk about is related to me, I am still better to leave, Mr. Tuckman."

As he spoke, he pulled the chair away and prepared to leave. But he had just taken a step before he took a step, and suddenly he felt his left hand was pulled. The light-colored scorpion smashed into a large, strangely turned to look at the old and serious old gentleman.

I saw that the commander of Motor looked up at him. The face that was always solemn and stereotyped was still solemn and solemn, and his eyes were calm and cold.

If Mr. Dorensa is the best temper in the orchestra, then Mr. Motor is undoubtedly the most "bad" temper. Of course, this kind of badness is only compared with Mr. Dorensa. If you compare it with Debbie, Mr. Motor is quite kind.

Among the three conductors of Wei Ai, the most unfamiliar one is Mr. Motor. There is no other reason, but the conductor is always wearing a face, looks like a close-fitting look, seems to be very uncomfortable, and often talks to him during rehearsals and performances.

I never imagined that I wanted to turn and leave. The first one who took him was not Mr. Dorensa, but Mr. Motor!

Under the bright light of the conference hall, Mr. Motor gently shook his head and said: "Wei love has never been absent from the meeting at the meeting. Oh, really, once, expelled Zayev. When I immediately ignored him and his party, Xiao Qi, you sit down."

Even comparing his own cute chief with Zayev's mixed ball, Richard, a member of the first violin group sitting behind, said in a depressed voice: "Mr. Motor, how can you say Xiao Qi and Zayev together? , Zayev, who can compare with the little seven!"

Regarding the complaints of the members of the orchestra, Mr. Moutol only made a cold snoring from his nose, and then pretended to ignore anything that he did not hear. But he clearly felt that the hand that was holding his wrist was pushing hard and directly slammed him down.

Looking at the serious conductor master for a while, he smacked his lips and smiled.

Mr. Motor... It’s really hard!

After sitting down, Master Dorensa gave him a stable look. Next, he turned to look at Mr. Tuckman, who immediately nodded and then began to present the final task of this meeting.

"On the 3rd of next month, the contract between Xiaoqi and Wei'ai will expire. During the 18-month contract period, I believe that everyone knows his strength and character very well, and knows if he is qualified to continue to act as The chief of Wei Ai led the entire orchestra to move on. Then, in the following, a secret ballot was held, and everyone directly cast their own choices in the intranet, whether they were in favor of staying or not.

"This voting time is a total of 5 minutes. When I announce the start, everyone will vote together. The abstainer can give up voting and not count the total number of votes. As always, Mr. Dorensa has 5 votes, Xiaoqi ..." Suddenly, Mr. Tuckman continued: "You are 3 votes for Xiaoqi. Now we will start voting!"

The times are developing and changing. As a world's top symphony orchestra, Vai is naturally not able to use the most original handwritten voting method as it was hundreds of years ago. As early as a few years ago, Vivian developed an independent voting mechanism, and all members can use the mobile phone to conduct online voting. The voting method is completely anonymous, there is no need to worry about any danger of revealing identity information, and the speed is faster, and there is no need to waste manpower and material resources to sing tickets.

The conference hall is about 200 square meters in size. In addition to the central ten-meter long table, there are three circular round tables that surround the entire conference hall. Around the central long table are three conductors and the deputy chief of each instrument group, and then other musicians are sitting back.

When all the musicians were voting, they crossed their hands and rested on the table with no movement. Five minutes seemed to be long, but it was just a blink of an eye. Mr. Tuckman shouted "Time to", and then everyone put down their cell phone.

In the spacious and quiet conference hall, everyone’s eyes were staring at the only person standing in the audience, Mr. Tuckman. Although the latter often accepts such a lot of attention, but somehow, Tuckman feels that his forehead is gradually seeing sweat: he is a little nervous.

After swallowing his mouth, Tuckerman bowed his head and looked at Mr. Dorensa and Yan, and then he looked up and calmed down.

"Then, let's take a look at the voting results."

The voice just landed, the sound of the turning brush, the eyes of hundreds of people gathered on the big screen on the wall.

I saw a cousin on the night screen that traversed the entire wall, showing three data in the simplest bar chart. At this point, the histogram is still empty, with only three different options "yes", "no", and "abstentions" written at the bottom.

Some people in the place are staring at the screen without turning their eyes, and the cockroaches are calmly looking straight ahead, smiling and gentle. He didn't have any tension, and he didn't have any timidity, as if the number of votes that would appear next had nothing to do with himself, just watching it seriously.

Only the finger that was pinched tightly exposed his inner heart that was not calm at the moment.

Being a free violinist has no problems for the present. His fame, his strength, his prestige can make him a successful solo violinist. Even to a certain extent, it is not only the love that Weiai brings to him, but he also brings a lot of brilliance to Weiai.

However, some things are not just benefits or status can be exchanged.

Since the first time I heard the performance of the Symphony Orchestra, the original intention of learning violin is to cooperate with the orchestra. Even though he can now choose a better path and get better development, in contrast, he hopes to continue to cooperate with this orchestra.

After a slight sigh in my heart, the smile on my lips gradually disappeared, and I carefully looked up at the screen.

The audience was silent, everyone held their breath and waited for the result to appear. Even the masters of Dorensa slowly held their smiles and looked at the screen intently.

This short few seconds is like a year for everyone present!

Until...the histogram suddenly began to rise!

In an instant, there was a cheer in the crowd: "Great! Only 6 votes against!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha, I will say, why did Xiao Qi leave the orchestra!"

"That is, this is the most correct result!"

No one cares more about the "frule vote" in the end, because only 6 votes against and 3 votes abstained, has silently proved how much there will be a vote in favor. But what they care about is that there are still people who abstained from voting? !

This is a very rare existence in the previous sessions of Wei Ai. Wei Ai is a free and open democratic orchestra. Active participation in every orchestra is the most accustomed thing for every member.

For the doubts and dissatisfaction of the love of the people, Mr. Dorenza smiled and looked at it and then squinted into his ear and whispered, "Small seven, are you casting... abstaining?"

I don't deny it, just smirk the dagger.

Is it true that the total number of votes abstained by the leader of the orchestra? !

When the voting results came out, the originally depressed and dull atmosphere was swept away. Everyone smiled and waited for Mr. Tuckman to announce the result of the vote. There was no serious depression just now.

After the "renewal of the contract" has been decided, everything is not so easy to solve.

When the result of "renewing the contract with Weiai" was reached, the meeting only opened for more than an hour, but the time was just past noon, but when everyone argued, "How long will the small seven be renewed?" When the answer is already, it is already a sunset in the mountains.

The members who got the results they wanted were naturally very happy to leave the conference hall. The members who are very dissatisfied with this result are still eager to argue about something, but they are also unable to recover.

When these members left the conference hall, he and Mr. Dorensa and Mr. Tuckman stay together in the conference hall to organize the information of the whole meeting.

Mr. Tuckman said that on the second day, he would immediately write a contract for renewal of the contract with him and hand it over to him. Master Dorensa relaxed and said with emotion: "Small seven, it is great to be able to work with you again! I believe that Matte’s fears will not happen, at least for now, you are me and The best chief who has worked with VIA!"

A meeting that took a whole day also made you feel a little tired. What's more, the most important issue at this meeting is about his stay.

When the night was gradually shrouded, the Hua Deng was on the scene, and then he took his violin and walked downstairs. He just took the elevator and saw a handsome and elegant man looking at himself with a smile. He had no idea how long it had been there.

Slightly stunned for a while, smirked and walked up and said: "Chen brother, how come you suddenly came?"

"I am your agent now. Although I can't participate in the meeting of Wei Ai, but waiting for you here, at least I have to do it." Chen Ling frequently decapitated, he looked up and down, stiff. The shoulders suddenly slammed, and the tone affirmed: "Renewed."

He didn't hide it. The two walked in the direction of the door. He said, "Yes, as you said before, renew the contract. But... guess how long?"

Chen Ling frequently calmly pushed the frame on the bridge of the nose and replied: "Maybe I have no need to guess this day. It is exactly the same as the number I said to you this morning... is it?"

Junxiu's beautiful face showed a gentle smile, and he nodded. "And you guessed, there is no difference."

Although it is still calm and calm on the surface, after the occlusion of the glasses, Chen Ling frequently has not concealed confidence and joy. Even if he doesn't have much opinion on whether or not he wants to stay in Victoria, he knows... this young man really wants to stay.

Both of them tacitly did not say more, Chen Ling frequently rented a house in the Friends of the Music Association building is relatively close, so when he sent him away, he went to his apartment alone. He had just left the subway and had not had time to react, and he heard the phone in his pocket slamming.

He took it and looked at it. When the line of sight touched the name on the phone, he smiled slyly.

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