Fang Zhao's lecture at the Muzhou Music Academy was a success. The number of views online was proof of that.
The college's principal smiled until the creases on his face deepened. He was incomparably pleased with his wise decision. Among the music majors around the world, those who were interested in symphonic music made up at least a tenth, if not half. And those who tuned in would surely have some impression of the name "Muzhou Music Academy." This was the greatest success.
However, time was limited, and there was a limit to what could be taught in one lecture. Many people felt that time was up before they could get their fill.
The college principal started thinking of collaborating with Fang Zhao again. Didn't Fang Zhao want to record music? Our school has a recording studio. You don't have to queue up at Odd Music. I can open up the best recording studio for you!
However, there were other people who had the same idea. The boss of Odd Music had personally come over to invite Fang Zhao.
Odd Music's boss only smiled at the college principal's words. "Old friend, your school's outdated equipment should be left for the students to use. Professional recording will still have to be done here at Odd Music. You can say that in all of Muzhou, the best recording equipment is at Odd Music. Didn't you also bring your granddaughter over to record after seeing us buy new equipment? Don't fight with me over this. "
Odd Music's boss said that as long as Fang Zhao was willing, he could arrange for a recording studio at Odd Music, and it would be free! Even though the company's public recording studios were full, there were still two recording studios reserved for their own people in case they needed to record music urgently. The equipment used was also the latest and best.
Odd Music's boss was very cordial. When he invited Fang Zhao, he was also very polite and offered many favorable conditions. Fang Zhao had no reason to reject him.
"Have you found a symphony orchestra's Teacher Xiao Fang? If not, how about I recommend a few? "Odd Music's boss asked with a beaming smile.
Among those attending the lecture were key members of a few Muzhou symphony orchestras. They had been waiting for Fang Zhao to finish his lecture so they could worm their way in. When Odd Music's boss said this, those who had been listening eagerly rushed over to recommend their own orchestras.
Because Muzhou's musical atmosphere was not as strong as Yanzhou's or Leizhou's, there were not many symphony orchestras, and Muzhou did not have the slightest reputation globally, every opportunity to collaborate with a famous composer was fought over. Now that Fang Zhao had come to Muzhou, a few large orchestras had started to fight over him. It was rare that the symphonic genre was starting to gain popularity among young people, and Fang Zhao happened to be the key figure driving this wave. How could they let go of such a good opportunity?
The boss of Odd Music Company stood to the side and did not say much. He pretended not to see the few people who were signaling him with their eyes and stood there smiling without saying a word, waiting for Fang Zhao to make his choice. Sometimes, saying too much would seem deliberate, and it was easy to arouse disgust. He had already fought for the benefits, and everything else could be put aside.
Fang Zhao swept a glance at the people who had come over to recommend themselves. Some of them were the leaders of their respective bands, while others were chief musicians of their musical groups.
"What's the name of your band? How many are there now? What's the situation? "Fang Zhao looked at one of them.
"I am Da Lei, the leader of the Soundcloud Orchestra. I am also the orchestra's first violin. Our orchestra has been around for 10 years, and now we have more than 80 people..."
Da Lei excitedly reported the details of his own orchestra. His orchestra was considered one of the larger orchestras in Qingcheng. Recently, the market had started to pick up, and he had been thinking of recruiting more people. All these years, they had not had a good opportunity to collaborate with a famous composer. It was not a matter of ability. The few large orchestras in Muzhou were actually comparable in ability, but their luck had always been bad. He had not expected that Fang Zhao would actually pick them this time, so of course he would do his best to recommend himself.
An orchestra of more than 80 people was indeed considered large in Muzhou, where the symphony atmosphere was not strong. However, compared to other continents like Yanzhou, it was really not enough.
For example, Silver Wing had an orchestra of more than 100 people, and there were still many outstanding candidates who had not squeezed in. Even if they were missing someone, they could quickly replace them. If they wanted to expand, they could expand at any time. These were all departments that were supported by large amounts of funds.
But it was different here. Although there were many orchestras in Muzhou, they were all small ones. The entire continent could not produce more than five large orchestras. Although they claimed to be professional orchestras, according to global standards, they could not be considered one. The performance season was the first step toward professionalism for an orchestra. The so-called performance season was the basic cycle in which the orchestra's performing arts were born. The orchestra's artistic planning revolved around the performance season. Outstanding professional orchestras all had performance seasons, but Muzhou orchestras did not.
In the past, Muzhou orchestras had not been valued. Occasionally, they would be invited to perform at some large farm owner's celebration banquet, or they would be invited by the organizers of a competition to perform at the opening or closing to liven up the atmosphere. That was all.
Fang Zhao could not use Yanzhou's standards to judge the quality of Muzhou's orchestra. The reason he had picked Da Lei was because when he had been lecturing, Da Lei had listened very seriously and had a strong sense of dedication. When it came to music, his gaze was filled with passion. Compared to the others, his passion was even purer. Although there was some utilitarianism involved, music fanatics who did not eat the food of the common people were rare in this world. It was hard to find one in a million. To find such a pure person in a crowd was already not bad.
To prove the ability of his own orchestra, Da Lei had gathered all the members of the orchestra and performed a few songs in a recording studio arranged by Odd Music. Although it could not compare to the highly paid orchestras of Silver Wing, it was not too much of a fault.
After Da Lei's orchestra had performed, Fang Zhao asked, "Did you compose these songs yourself?"
"Yes, compared to you guys, I am still far behind. I learned a lot from this lecture. I will definitely improve in the future!" The middle-aged Da Lei was a little reserved in front of Fang Zhao, who was a few decades younger than him. His tone was cautious and expectant, like a student showing off in front of a teacher.
Since Da Lei had already discovered the areas that needed improvement, Fang Zhao did not say anything about the songs. Instead, he asked, "Do you plan to develop the orchestra in a professional direction?"
"Yes... yes, but before that, the orchestra still has a long way to go." Da Lei did not hide his ambition. When he had formed the orchestra, he had wanted to be Muzhou's first professional orchestra in the New Era.
Fang Zhao patted Da Lei on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "Not bad."
Da Lei felt his back straighten. He could not help but smile. However, when he turned around to arrange the orchestra's affairs, he regained the dignity of a leader.
Many members of the Soundcloud Orchestra were puzzled. Our leader is so imposing when he talks to us. Why is he like a primary school student in front of that kid Fang Zhao?
Fang Zhao quickly started recording the songs. Many times, the composer would act as the conductor, and Fang Zhao was no exception. But because of his high standards, the recording didn't go very smoothly at the beginning. Things gradually got better.
Zuo Yu could not understand why. If he had a few days to spare, he might as well return to Silver Wing and let the orchestra play. Wouldn't that be easier? Maybe he would have finished recording long ago.
The cost of flying transport? With all the money Fang Zhao had won in sheep-herding competitions, would he care about that?
But Fang Zhao did not. He stayed in Muzhou and used a local orchestra and recording studio.
In 10 days, after the first seven days were barely finished, they made up for it in the last three days. This was only the initial recording. To complete the music, post-production was still required. But Fang Zhao did not need to stay in Muzhou.
After signing a confidentiality contract, the members of the Soundcloud Orchestra and Odd Music Company would not divulge the contents of the song before it was released to the public.
"Are you done recording?" Xue Jing contacted Fang Zhao for the third time.
Fang Zhao had been busy recording the past few days, so they had not contacted much. After calculating the time, Xue Jing called Fang Zhao.
"Just finished," Fang Zhao said.
"Hurry over to Huangzhou when you're done! We're just waiting for you! "
Xue Jing had decided to go on a global lecture tour with Fang Zhao. After watching Fang Zhao's live broadcast, Xue Jing had made up his mind. He had already discussed it with the people from the Music Association and finalized the itinerary. All that was left was to wait for Fang Zhao.
After Fang Zhao finished recording in Muzhou, he packed his things and brought Zuo Yu to Huangzhou. Curly Hair continued to stay at Shanmu Farm to train and compete with Su Hou. Before leaving, Fang Zhao gave Wu Yi 10 million to bet on Dongshan Farm for every competition.
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The global lecture tour was to promote the book Xue Jing had written. It was also an opportunity for Fang Zhao. How many people in the industry at Fang Zhao's age could go on a global lecture tour? Completing a lecture tour would add a layer of gold to Fang Zhao's resume.
In many people's eyes, Fang Zhao was Xue Jing's last disciple. Otherwise, why would Xue Jing go through so much trouble to help this junior?
People close to Xue Jing in the industry had asked him this question in private.
"Last disciple? Are you talking about Fang Zhao? "Xue Jing found it funny." Are you overestimating me or underestimating that kid? "
Xue Jing's reply was also spread, but no one believed it. They all felt that Xue Jing was just helping Fang Zhao. Even if Fang Zhao's lectures were not bad, it did not mean that he had really reached such heights.
Of the 12 continents in the world, the main lecture stops were the eight Chang Continents. Because of their special characteristics, the music atmosphere in the four special continents was not as strong as the eight Chang Continents. For example, even though Fang Zhao had already stirred up heated discussions in Muzhou's music circles, compared to other news in Muzhou, the public's attention was not as high.
But people in the eight Chang Continents were different. There were more people paying attention to Xue Jing and Fang Zhao's global lecture tour. They had already planned to attend the lectures.
It was rare to have a fool willing to impart everything. Who wouldn't want to listen? After all, it did not cost much money. It also saved one the trouble of spending time researching. Such a good thing, why wouldn't one go?
After Fang Zhao arrived in Huangzhou, he had no time to stroll around. The next day, he followed Xue Jing around the various continents. The lecture stops were mostly at higher education institutions. Continents with a strong music atmosphere would have a few more lectures. Although the lecture tours of some comprehensive institutions were not as popular as those of music-related institutions, there were still many people who listened.
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