"Oh?" Mancini was a little curious after hearing this, "How did you see it?"

Leoste said: "Give me a cigarette."

"..."

This old guy.

Mancini gave him a cigarette and lit it.

Rioste took a breath and then said: "I can tell from the first chapter that this symphony does not use a slow introduction at the beginning."

"And you should also know that G minor originally symbolizes sadness and pain. This is a gloomy and bold work!"

"It can even be said to be violent. All the movements are lyrical. The tone is a lyrical style plus a pathos atmosphere, and at the same time it is full of angry and passionate emotions."

"Why do you think this is happening? He was treated unfairly at the music festival, so that's why he's like this!"

"He is a genius and a music master. This kind of person just likes music, but this group of losers at the music festival embarrass him because of this..."

Liost took another puff of cigarette, "If it were me, I would be very disappointed, sad and angry. He wrote all of this in music."

Mancini nodded frequently as he listened. If you put it that way, it was really improvisation.

This is too scary.

"I can't imagine!" Rioste said: "How wronged he feels in his heart, but he is not knocked down by unfairness, he is just expressing his emotions!"

"Oh my god, a peerless genius..." Rioste said, clenching his fists hard, "I will definitely make this piece of music appear in the most perfect state."

Mancini said: "Okay, Rioste, I hope you are right in everything."

"Don't worry!" He patted his old friend on the shoulder, "I have an intuition that An Ran will solve the problem of your stage play!"

"Although manpower is said to be limited, there is no end in sight for him. It will definitely work, old guy, you will definitely get the good things you want."

Mancini also said with a little excitement: "I hope you are right."

The two finished smoking and came backstage.

Liost went directly to the backstage director, "Mr. Ilek, please follow the arrangements for the symphony orchestra later."

The music festival is in progress now. If you want to reschedule, of course you have to go through the general director.

Ilek didn't dare to have any objections. Although he felt unhappy, the two old guys had a high status.

If you don't agree, lie down in a few minutes and he will finish playing.

Leoste wrote a list and handed it to Elek.

When Ilek saw it, he was stunned and said, "Mr. Leoste, this...isn't it a bit too simple..."

Staffing is almost ridiculously simple.

"Woodwind section: 1 flute, 1 oboe, 1 bassoon, 1 clarinet."

"String section: first violin, second violin, viola, cello, double bass."

"Brass Section:French Horn."

There are only 10 general managers in total.

The minimum number of modern symphony orchestras is about 30, and Rioste's symphony orchestra has as many as 200 people.

When you come to An Ran, you only gave it to 10 people?

Elek is a little confused. Even if he is not a professional, he still knows something about this industry.

How much money did the organizing committee give these two old men?

Do you embarrass others like this?

It's not that Yileke really feels sorry for An Ran, but he just feels that these dogs are too evil-hearted and must not be offended.

Otherwise, I won’t know how and when I will die.

Even if it takes one and a half hours to compose a symphony, when the performance is finished, there is not even a brass section, and other sections can be streamlined as much as possible.

Look, is this something humans do?

This clearly shows that we are trying to bring people to death. As expected, the bad guys have all grown old.

He was hesitating, and Rioste's face darkened, "You know nothing, just follow my instructions. One more person won't work, and one less person won't work. Do you understand?"

"But..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying: "What's the matter? Eric, you made Mr. Leoste angry

”

"No, Miss Mai Liwen, I didn't!" Elek said: "But Mr. Leoste asked me to reduce the number of people in the symphony orchestra to 10 people!"

"Ah?" Mai Liwen came over and took a look at the list.

I almost felt overjoyed.

How did this old guy figure it out?,

She had said hello to the two old guys before, and she didn't directly say that she wanted to show off to An Ran, but the meaning behind her words was just that.

Both old guys said they wanted to see Enron's performance.

If he doesn't perform well, it doesn't matter if they scold him a few times. They are all deadbeats anyway. Rather than letting him show off, it's better to let him wake up.

But if you are really talented, I can’t help you.

I didn’t expect to come here, so I took the initiative to simplify the configuration.

Mai Liwen returned the list to Elek and said, "Just do it."

Elek smiled bitterly, took the list and went to make arrangements.

Mai Liwen smiled and said: "Thank you both very much..."

Thank you.

At this time, Leoste no longer liked Mai Liwen.

It's normal.

An Ran's status in his heart has skyrocketed like a rocket. When Mai Liwen targeted An Ran, he was naturally unhappy.

Do you really think I’m helping you?

That’s how many things were used in the Enron Symphony.

He was really looking forward to the effect of playing this symphony with just a few people.

Leoste said with a straight face: "No need to thank me, I have no intention of helping you."

The old guy is tough-talking.

Mai Liwen smiled and nodded, "Why don't you two continue watching the show? I'm looking forward to An Ran's performance..."

"Yeah!"

Neither of them bothered to say anything to her, so they just left together.

Mai Liwen curled up her lips. You have done bad things, but you still don’t admit it, and you still want to save face?

An old guy who wants to save face.

But it’s not bad.

Mai Liwen was in a better mood and recalled the list just now. They all seemed to be the most outstanding musicians in the orchestra.

But in Outstanding, the number of people is only ten, and the brass pipe is only one French horn. Even if Enron is a god, he will be ruined.

Mai Liwen was in a good mood and walked out.

Mancini and Rioste returned to the stands. They were sitting on chairs. At this time, they were even less in the mood to watch the show.

The best male singer, best female singer, best lyricist and composer are all bullshit.

In terms of quality, it’s not on the same level as An Ran’s songs. How dare you comment so enthusiastically?

What a shame.

During the late stages of Vietnam, Leoste looked at his watch frequently and asked from time to time, "How much do you think he has written?"

Mancini was speechless.

"Leost, you know better than me, he will definitely be able to accomplish it!"

"Okay!" Leoste's whole heart was focused on that symphony, and when he listened to the songs on the stage, he thought they were just noise.
Chapter completed!