Silent Crown Chapter 213: Regular meeting
In the afternoon, the Royal Academy of Music.
The weekly meeting of the school committee.
There was silence in the huge conference room. The hanging red curtains blocked the dazzling sunlight, and the dim sunlight illuminated the dimly dark room.
In addition to the coaches of several colleges, there are also a few guests on both sides of the long table. They are not part of the Royal Conservatory of Music, but their representative background cannot be ignored-they are all major members of the school committee Agents represent the will of the families, institutions and masters behind them.
These lawyers, private secretaries and housekeepers are responsible for solving trivial matters for their owners and ensuring that their ideas can be implemented.
In front of them, Sidney could only sit with him.
Beside Sidney, there was another representative who seemed too young to attend the meeting.
The man has iron-gray pupils, his face is handsome and firm, and he looks like he's only in his twenties, like a student in a school.
It is Gavin.
He was recognized by the school committee through his talents and outstanding performance of the student council, and as the Adrian family re-emerged after years of decline, he was absorbed by the school committee and became a member of it.
Now, he is finally expressing his opinions on the problems encountered by the school committee recently after a long silence.
"Gentlemen, we must admit that we have recently made mistakes in the management of the school. Especially in some places, we have taken the wrong countermeasures."
He paused, and said in a solemn voice:
"——We are setting up enemies for ourselves for no reason, because of meaningless reasons and inexplicable hostility."
Speaking of which, he glanced at Ingmar, the coach of the School of Enlightenment. Ingmar's face was ugly, he didn't say a word, but was silent.
A representative looked at the briefing: "Are you talking about music history?"
"Yes."
Gavin nodded, "To be honest, I still can't understand why the conflict between the school committee and the music history department is so diametrically opposed that the music history department must be abolished.
They did not waste their budget. He did not oppose the decision of the school committee, and did not even interfere with any of our actions. They did not even participate in the dispute between us and the principal.
Why should we be persistent and turn them into our enemies? Don't we just want to unite all the forces that can be united to maintain the glorious tradition of the college? "
"Gavin, you are still young. Don't question the decision of the school committee."
Ingmar said coldly, "Excluding a non-existent department from the current bloated institution of the college and improving the efficiency of the college is also part of our work."
"There is no meaning?"
Gavin frowned, "Forgive me for being rude. You mean, a department that has nurtured a chief without any resources to support and made such an achievement in the school day trial. There is no meaning?
What are the four major departments that account for more than 90% of the budget? Is it a tumor? What is the School of Enlightenment that broke the sand in front of the Department of Music History this year? "
"Speak carefully, Gavin!"
Ingmar's expression became more and more gloomy: "Even if you are about to become a royal musician, you are not qualified to point fingers at my academy!"
"Cough cough cough!"
Sidney coughed vigorously and kicked Gavin quietly, begging him not to fight Sigma. But Gavin did not flinch, just looked at Ingmar's eyes and said calmly:
"Moreover. You insisted on removing the Music History Department from the academy. Is it to improve the efficiency of the academy, or because of your own personal grievances? I hope you don't put your personal feelings into the meeting."
"Presumptuous!"
Ingmar was furious, and there were illusions of stars, sun and moon, and black holes in his pupils alternately passing by, and the air in the entire conference room seemed to be thinning at that moment.
It was the furious star-seeing eye that interfered with reality and almost faintly changed the environment.
He glared at Gavin with a cold voice, "Do you dare to question me? Gavin! Don't forget, you can sit here only because the school committee appreciates you, don't be proud of it! I see . Recently you have been a little too bloated!"
"I'm just telling the truth."
Gavin said indifferently, looking at the representatives, "I believe you gentlemen can tell how unreasonable this move is by combining my briefing.
Maybe the music history department itself is not enough to attract our attention. But what Abraham once represented, as well as the letter of recommendation brought by his students... I hope you can consider it carefully and not push them against ours. "
In the silence, Ingmar was angrily unable to speak.
But several representatives flipped through the briefing paper submitted by Gavin, and exchanged opinions in a low voice after reading it. Finally, the secretary who was recommended raised his head. Look at him carefully:
"We have heard similar rumors, but they are not enough to confirm."
"I don't know if it is true or not, why not treat it seriously?"
Gavin replied, "If we make good friends with the music history department, even if the rumors are false, what we pay is just a small budget.
There are only four people and one dog. How much money can be wasted even if they are squandered and lavish?
But if the rumors are true..."
Gavin did not finish, but several representatives understood what he meant, and began to ponder: If it is true, then there is no need to say? It's an overturned profit!
After a long silence, the old butler raised his head and slowly nodded:
"Perhaps, this is a mistake."
"We should reconsider our actions for the Music History Department."
"At least don't push them on our opposite side..."
Soon, the representatives exchanged opinions and reached a consensus. They looked at Gavin: "This is your proposal. I believe you have already considered relevant considerations. How do you think we should express goodwill?"
"It's easy."
Gavin laughed, "I am about to graduate and enter the Royal Orchestra. I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in the recording of the school committee's routine meetings for five or six years.
Before leaving office, I elected Ye Qingxuan to take over my job. His talent and talent are not inferior to me, and I believe he can make a greater contribution to the school committee. "
The representatives were lost in thought when he heard him say this.
"Is this a bit too deliberate? It is decent to lose the school committee..."
"Anyway, there will be no major events at regular meetings, right? A record position does not have any real power, but only represents the goodwill of the school committee.
For seniority, don’t worry, as a chief, he is naturally qualified to serve.
If in the process. If we confirm the rumor, we can praise Ye Qingxuan for his outstanding contribution to the school committee and incorporate the entire music history department into the school committee..."
Gavin spread his hands, smiled and said, "From beginning to end. What we paid is nothing but a little kindness."
When he heard him say this, the representatives were all moved, but Ingmar was furious, "What are you talking about?"
This is a rare gaffe.
He pressed the table angrily. He got up and asked Gavin, "Abraham? A half-hearted cannon fodder trained in the army for three or four months is quick to pick up. It is already the limit of tolerance for him to stay in the academy for retirement.
Dare you let us sit on an equal footing with us!
Dreaming!
In all the music schools in the world, there has never been a precedent for a mass-produced defective product to become a member of the school committee! Those guys are a shame to musicians!
Do you want to make the college a laughing stock? ! "
The furious Ingmar made the delegates stunned and looked at each other, but Gavin was silent and did not say a word.
Instead, Ludwig, who was in a daze and yawned from start to finish, returned to his senses and raised his head to look at him.
"You can't say that. Ingmar..." Ludwig asked lightly, "Is he a fast-track mass-produced musician? You know it yourself?"
"What do you mean?" Ingmar's expression changed.
"He means you have a problem with your brain."
Egor coldly threw a file in front of him: "You have actually seen this file long ago? I went to the library to investigate it. It was destroyed by someone and can be backed up. Attachments are still left.
If it weren't for Gavin's reminder, I don't even know you have done this kind of thing before! "
Seeing the file that Yegor had thrown out, Ingmar was stunned, but his face changed-it was Abraham's file, when Abraham came to the Enlightenment Academy to report and became a miscellaneous teacher. Ingmar personally destroyed it.
From that time on, Ingmar regarded Abraham as a thorn in his eye.
It's just that he didn't expect that there is a backup of this file...
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Indeed, it is written in the incomplete file. Abraham was an engineer who volunteered to join the army. Because of his fast learning and agility, he participated in the training plan of the rapid musicians in the army.
Four months later, the training was over, and he became an army musician. Although the files for the next thirty years were incomplete, the previous resume alone was enough to be dumbfounded.
The musicians trained in the army are mass-produced defective products. It’s not wrong to be rejected by mainstream musicians, and to be regarded as half-hearted apprentices...
But after Abraham's training is over, the title of musician he won is not the title of ‘musician’ that the army has been responsible for casually assigning — the highest person in his life may only reach the apprentice level.
And what Abraham obtained was the official title of musician recognized by the Holy City.
The official title of musician, a third-tier musician, and has been given the name of the Holy City, and has his own title!
In other words, a taciturn engineer has become a formal third-order musician in the army's crude mass production training within three months...
Who knows what height he can reach in the future?
When Yegor and Ludwig saw this file, they fully understood that they had been bitterly pitted by Ingmar—since he used the power of the school committee to suppress talents, and They also encouraged them to rush to the front and serve him as gunmen!
Thanks to him, for so many years, Abraham was more than 50 years old and has passed the golden age of musicians. I am afraid that he will never be able to hit the scepter level in his life...
"Why do you hate him?"
Yegol sneered and said straightforwardly: "Are you just scared? With his talent, if you get the training of the Royal Conservatory...Where can the coaches of the Enlightenment Academy have your share?"
Ingmar was silent, turned around angrily after a long time, and walked away.
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A trivial sound came from the bedroom.
Across the door, it sounded like a viscous wind blowing from a rubber tube, mixed with the sound of hookah smoking, and occasionally a cough or two.
The coughing voice is low and muddy.
It was late at night, and in the cold corridor, Gavinha let out a breath of cold air and felt a slight cold. He stretched out his hand. Wipe away the dust accumulated on the window sill. Finally pleasing to the eye.
He took a deep breath and knocked gently on the door.
"Father, I am back."
The door was pushed open, and the hinge made a crunching sound. Behind the door, on the ill, the man with thinning and gray hair raised his eyes.
Almost all of his hair has fallen out, and his face is covered with age spots and curse lines. He is clearly in his fifties. It looked like it was decayed into a dead bone-music theory backlash.
This is the head of the Adrian family.
Six years ago, he was promoted eagerly and rushed through the barriers desperately. Finally, Da Yuan's back shock caused his heart sound to collapse, and he could no longer use ether.
Up to now, I can only rely on the aid of instruments and drugs to survive.
From that time on, the Adrian family began to fall, until in recent years, miraculously showing signs of recovery.
It's been six years since I came back here...Six years have been so long.
Gavin was vaguely dazed and absent.
There was a cold snort.
Just in front of the window. Banner held the old man's hand and cast an indifferent glance when Gavin came here. The old man whispered something, he nodded slightly, got up, passed Gavin and left.
The room fell silent, and the old man with a respirator just stared coldly at the ceiling.
"Father, I am back."
Gavin raised his voice slightly, and there was no restlessness on his face.
The old man's chin is slightly lighter. Signaling that he had heard it, Gavin stepped forward and lifted the board of his head, so that the old man was supported.
He stared at Gavin. There was silence for a long time.
Gavin lowered his eyes, his expression tame.
The former majesty and solemnity still remain on his face. In front of him, the talented young musician bowed his head respectfully, waiting for the expected reprimand.
"Today..."
The old man made a sound, which sounded like wood chips trembling. The sound of bursting blisters was piercing, obscure, and indistinct. Gavin took a step forward, leaned to his ear, listened carefully, and then froze.
"Today, the Royal Orchestra Group sent a set of costumes for musicians. You already have one. I will call it the shots and give it to Banner."
The old man looked at him, "Banna was wronged outside, and the family has to take care of him.
This kind of thing is not an example, do you understand? "
Gavin looked up in surprise.
He knows the suit of the musician's attire, that is the armor of the musician, the majesty of the player. The Royal Orchestra Group sent uniforms, unique alchemy equipment, inlaid with many movements in the inner layer, which was almost a close-fitting instrument, and the musicians would not miss out under any circumstances.
"But, father..." He opened his mouth, but the old man's expression suddenly became angry.
The skinny palm hit his face, weak, but his voice stopped abruptly. The old man glared at him, panting hard, with a muddy voice in his voice, his voice hoarse,
"You are a brother, so you want to grab something from your brother!"
He reprimanded hoarsely, "That's all for this matter."
Gavin froze for a moment, and soon, he lowered his head, rubbed the corner of his old dress, and responded softly:
"Yes, father."
"I heard about you on the school committee today."
His expression was obviously dissatisfied, but he didn't pursue it very much. He just said: "You will leave school right away. Don't deal with those inferior guys. You just insulted the style. You understand?"
"Yes, father."
"Also, when I went to the Royal Orchestra, don't talk nonsense and discredit the Adrian family. Remember, if you have the opportunity, talk to them about your brother and don't just leave alone. Showcase."
Gavin just lowered his head:
"—Yes, father."
"Very good."
The old man's expression of anger receded slightly, and he said coldly: "Go, I'm going to rest."
Gavin nodded, didn't argue any more, turned and left respectfully.
Only when he turned his head, he glanced at his father unintentionally, looking at his aging face, muddy eyes, and green eyes that were completely different from his own...
‘It’s really not like it. ’
With a faint sigh echoing in his heart, he closed the door and left.
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The old man closed his eyes and fell asleep when he got sick.
After a long time, the sound of birds flapping their wings came from outside the window. Something came in the dark and broke through the air in the dark.
In the thick night, you can vaguely see its fuzzy outline and pale colors.
——That is a white crow.
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"Teacher, are you there?"
Bart knocked on the door, and there was silence behind the door. He waited for a long time, then yelled a few more times, until finally, a cold voice came from the office.
"Come in."
Bart opened the door, but was stunned: In the room behind the door, the luxurious and exquisite no longer in the past, like a gust of wind passing by, a mess.
Even the teacher's favorite porcelain pieces were smashed into pieces.
"What are you doing in a daze, come in."
Behind the desk, Ingmar's expression is gloomy, he is still as dignified and majestic as before, and his temples are not messy, which is daunting.
It can be seen that the teacher is in a bad mood. Bart dare not ask more or look at it. He lowered his head and stood in front of the desk, but said respectfully: "Teacher, do you have any orders?"
"In a few days, you will go to the Music History Department for me."
Ingmar's words made Bart incredulous: "Go and ask Abraham, if he is willing to return to the School of Enlightenment, I can give him the treatment of the deputy dean."
Bart looked at him dumbfounded: "But...but..."
"Just let you go, why do you ask so much?"
Bart hesitated for a long time, and finally made a voice: "Teacher, are you not afraid to lead the wolf into the room? In case he agrees..."
"Isn't that a great thing?"
Ingmar sneered~IndoMTL.com~ Now the influence of the music history department is too great, we need to change the method... If he wins by then, don't mess around. Otherwise, in the Enlightenment Academy, I will have 10,000 ways to clean him up! "
He lowered his eyes and said faintly: "What about a genius? After my results are published, he can only look up to me for the rest of his life!
Even if it’s back to Enlightenment Academy! "
Bart froze for a moment, and immediately appeared happy, "Teacher, have you made a breakthrough in your interpretation?"
Ingmar just looked at the manuscript on the desk. Years of painstaking effort took him endless time and even delayed the breakthrough and research of music theory. He finally completed this masterpiece.
When the masterpiece is published, the fellow Abraham will no longer be able to compare with him. A half-hearted guy from the forbidden faction, never want to be on par with himself in the apocalypse faction!
"How about being nurtured by the school committee?"
Ingmar whispered softly: "In two months, when the Holy City Summit is held, I will become a universally recognized master. Abraham is only worthy of being stepped on by me!" (To be continued.)