The Golden Hall can accommodate about 3,000 spectators.

The tickets for this concert were sold out nearly a month ago, and almost everyone came because of Zillmann's name.

However, at this time, there was only one focus in the audience, and that was the black-haired, yellow-skinned player in the center of the stage.

In the middle of the performance, the combination of piano and percussion makes the rhythm of the whole song lively and joyful, as if to tell that this struggle is entering a white-hot stage, the ordeal is about to end, and everyone is working hard.

In the entire golden hall, the emotions of all the audience changed with Ye Zhiqiu's playing.

The performance continued, and a certain heavy blow disappeared, leaving only the sound of the piano, which slowed down from the cheerful performance to quiet.

The two-second transition is like saying that you are tired and want to take a break, and the audience is also about to take a breath.

But Ye Zhiqiu really just paused. Before everyone's agitated mood could calm down, the atmosphere was ignited again.

As the piccolo in the orchestra sounded like a bird, the piano sound became thick and fast again, and in conjunction with the heavy percussion, the whole scene ignited again.

As a layman in music, Tangtang understood this time.

She suddenly understood the name of this piano piece, and her current performance seemed to be telling that the end and victory were coming.

At the end of the performance, Ye Zhiqiu's fingers slowly and gently hit the keys, and a human voice briefly appeared, as if to say, "We are about to win."

The tragic and unyielding sense of history is vividly displayed in the music.

At some point, Tangtang's eyes became slightly wet. Like him, many of the audience's eyes were filled with tears.

Perhaps this is the charm and power of music, which transcends language and national boundaries, vividly expresses the emotions that need to be expressed and inspired, and conveys them to every audience through the performers.

Finally, Ye Zhiqiu's fingers moved briskly across the keys, and as Zilmann's baton gradually slowed down, the whole piece came to an end with a few repeated notes, and the performance ended perfectly.

The lingering sound seemed to be still floating over the golden hall, and the scene was still silent. No audience made a sound, as if they couldn't bear to interrupt the atmosphere.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to the audience.

"Bah bang bang!"

A member of the audience in the VIP seats in the front row stood up and applauded vigorously.

The applause spread quickly throughout the hall like dominoes, and all the audience stood up and applauded.

On the stage, the entire symphony orchestra also stood up, together with Zillman, facing the direction of Ye Zhiqiu, with proud faces, smiling and applauding.

The talent of this young Chinese performer has conquered them.

Tangtang felt that her hands were definitely red, but she didn't care.

So shocking!

On the other side, Huahai University of Communication and others were equally excited.

What made them excited was not only Ye Zhiqiu's music, but more importantly, the reaction of thousands of spectators at the scene.

"Bravo!"

"Oh my God!"

"What did he just say the song was called?!"

"I remembered, he was the creator of "Flight of the Bumblebee"!"

"Genius! This is genius!"

The atmosphere at the scene was completely boiling, and Ye Zhiqiu thanked him three times in a row before successfully exiting the stage.

At the end of the performance, the audience gradually left the stage with a reluctant feeling, but the media reporters who learned the news swarmed up like bees.

Tonight's performance is sure to be a classic!

These reporters had a very keen sense of smell. After realizing this fact, they searched for the young Chinese performer like crazy.

Ye Zhiqiu was eventually blocked backstage and had to temporarily organize a simple interview session with the help of the staff.

Many excited foreign media reporters surrounded Ye Zhiqiu, asking questions one by one.

"Mr. Ye, is this piano music really composed by you?!"

"You are the first Chinese musician to perform in the Golden Hall in recent years. What do you think?"

"As far as I know, you are a very famous pop singer in China. Does tonight's performance mean that you will develop into the classical music industry in the future?"

The situation at the scene was too chaotic. In the end, the staff called the names immediately, and Ye Zhiqiu answered the questions of the media outlets they called. At this time, many reporters calmed down a little.

After Ye Zhiqiu finished answering another question, the staff randomly pointed in a direction that he had not clicked just now.

"Reporter from Entertainment Weekly, sir, please ask a question."

The white reporter who was selected looked happy and was about to ask a question when suddenly a voice came.

"Next."

Everyone was stunned, and the white reporter quickly shouted: "It's my turn, I haven't asked a question yet!"

Ye Zhiqiu looked calm, as if he didn't hear the other party's shout, and repeated it.

"Next."

Other reporters also felt that something was wrong with the situation at this time. They looked at the white reporters. Many people quickly reacted and understood the reason why Ye Zhiqiu refused to answer.

The white reporter from Entertainment Weekly named Ballmer, who is quite well-known in the industry, deliberately stirred up trouble at the film festival, and subsequently published articles in the media to smear Ye Zhiqiu.

Ballmer, a white reporter, was stunned, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in dissatisfaction:

"Why, I am a reporter, I have the right to interview!"

"Why?" Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and said in a calm tone: "Because I am not interested in answering your question. Is this a good enough reason?"

Ballmer was going crazy. He didn't expect that this Chinese man would directly refuse his interview in front of everyone. There were reporters everywhere. Isn't he afraid that his image would be affected if it was reported? ωωw.

"I protest!"

Ballmer said angrily: "This is naked discrimination!"

"I'm going to expose you in the media!"

Many reporters present were slightly shocked. The word "discrimination" is very sensitive. It would be difficult for Ye Zhiqiu to accept such a big label.

"Discrimination, no, no, no." Of course Ye Zhiqiu didn't accept his trick, and grinned, showing a set of neat white teeth.

"I think this is a personal grudge."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of many reporters at the scene became a bit exciting.

Almost most of the foreign reporters present had come into contact with Ye Zhiqiu for the first time. Even if they had just met this person, they originally thought that the piano-playing musician was from China and should have a gentle and elegant image.

However, now everyone realizes that they seem to be wrong. This young man's temper is a bit... special.

At least, it has nothing to do with the word "gentleman".

No one cared about reporter Ballmer who left with a sullen face, and no one at the scene thought there was anything wrong with Ye Zhiqiu's attitude just now.
Chapter completed!