First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 206 I know you are targeting me, but it doesn’t matter!

As the cheers of the people in the hotel got higher and higher, Triest turned his head to look at Ang Lee and said, "Mr. Ang Lee, you have also seen the musicians who appeared on the stage before. They are either original pieces or improvised arrangements. "

   "And you are one of the best new pianists, don't you say that I bully you, how about we play a simpler game today?"

  Li Ann did not speak.

  Because the venue has been home to Trieste since just now, Ang Lee will fall into Trieste’s trap no matter what.

  Li Ang said that I also created a piece of original music, and he will say that you have prepared it in advance;

  Li Ang said that he also adapted a song, and he would say that you already thought about it.

  Whatever you do, Ang Lee can only take over the trap of Triest at home.

  Trieste continued: "Art knows no borders! Good music knows no borders!"

   "Mr. Li An is an excellent pianist. As an excellent pianist, Mr. Li An must have studied countless famous songs from all over the world."

   "So the next game we want to play is called Music Relay!"

"Anyone in the hotel can walk up to the stage and play the first 20 seconds of a piece of music on the violin or piano; then, our Mr. An Li will relay the next 20 seconds. ."

   "I think that an excellent pianist like Mr. Li An will definitely be able to match the music of every country."

  As soon as these words and rules were said, it immediately caused a carnival in the whole venue.

   Relay playing, everyone found it challenging, exciting and fun.

   But only at the table in China, the expressions on everyone's faces have condensed fiercely.

  Sun Ke's beautiful face showed a bit of annoyance.

  A guy said to Sun Ke, “Sister Ke, aren’t these people bullying Teacher Li An!?”

   "There are so many songs in the world, and they come from all over the world, how can this be right!"

   "Don't say it is a country in the world, even if it is the entire country of more than 9 million square kilometers of land, we have not heard many folk songs in remote areas!"

  "If someone wants to make things difficult for Mr. Li An, it is almost impossible to do!"

   "If you can't get it right, it's hard to get it right."

  Sun Ke also has a solemn expression.

  The trap designed by Trieste for Ang Lee is difficult to say, easy and easy to say, the key depends on how you judge it.

  If everyone on stage chooses a world-famous song, it will be easy for Ang Lee to pick it up;

  For those who can go on stage, if they choose a unique song from some place, they can’t pick it up.

   "Mr. Lee, accept this challenge?" Triest asked with interest.

  In front of so many people, especially if you even praised Li Ang to the sky just now, what can you do now?

  If you don’t accept it, you have to accept it!

   "Our Mr. Ang Lee did not answer, then we shall treat Mr. Ang Lee as accepting it!" Triest said with a smile.

  "Next, let me start a show for Mr. Lee." With that, Trieste first walked to the piano, then waved his arm and played a playful and radical music.

  This piece is a very famous folk song by Ying Lang, and almost no one in the whole world has heard it.

  For the thousands of musicians who came to the music festival, almost no one could not play this piece.

  In just twenty seconds, Triest finished playing, and then he looked at Ang Lee with a smile on his face: "Mr. Ang Lee, this piece is very simple, isn't it? You should be able to play it easily."

  Li Ang did not answer, but walked directly to the front of the piano, hit the keys, and easily continued the song.

  When Ang Lee stopped, Triest applauded, "Oh my God, our Mr. Ang Lee played really perfect, both in tone, tone and cohesion."

   "I have given everyone a hot spot, next, let the stage be for everyone!"

  After Trieste's words fell, a Dongying man with a mustache on the first floor stood up directly and played in front of the piano for twenty seconds.

  He played a battle song of Dongying, which was magnificent and widely circulated.

  This piece is not difficult, so Ang Lee played it easily again.

  Everyone in the hotel is already drinking a little bit, so their emotions are getting higher and higher.

  Someone was shouting loudly.

  "Something difficult, something difficult!"

  At this time, a white guy on the second floor walked down. He picked up the violin and said to Ang Lee: "What I want to play is a very famous folk song by Li Ruik."

  Lirek, a small country in Western Europe, is located on the edge of Inlange and connected to the mountains.

  The violin made a brisk sound.

  As soon as this folk song popped up, the whole hotel suddenly became quiet.

  On the second floor, the same group of musicians from Lyric Country are talking in a low voice: "This folk song played by Sass is a bit unpopular."

"This ballad is not a popular song even in our Lyrics. If it is a musician of Lyrics, he might still be able to play it, but if a foreign musician is allowed to play it, he probably hasn't even heard it. Right!"

  "This young man from China is miserable, and he definitely can't pick it up."

  People in the same country of Lyric say so, not to mention other ordinary people.

  There were nearly a thousand musicians present, and almost 80% of them frowned.

  Because if they think about it in another place, they can’t match this song!

  On the first floor of the China seat, these musicians from China were furious: "This is too difficult. Lierek is originally a small country in the West. Who has heard of their folk songs!"

   "That's right, anyway, I can't get it right."

  "Isn't this embarrassing Teacher Li An obviously."

  Sun Ke frowned.

  Sun Ke has heard and practiced the music played by the white guy on the stage; but that Sun Ke can come out right does not mean that Li An can also come out right.

  Because this song is so withdrawn, almost no one will practice it specially.

  This time.

  What should Teacher Li An do?

After Li Ruik’s white guy finished playing, he looked at Li Ang with a smile: "Mr. Li Ang, as a famous pianist, we Li Ruik has such a famous folk song, you must have Have you practiced?"

  This sentence is killing people!

  If Ang Lee plays it, naturally everyone is happy;

  If Ang Lee does not play it, he will be labeled with extreme language such as "You have not learned the folk songs of our Lyric, do you have a prejudice against our Lyric".

  When the white guy said these words, Trieste and Motris, standing on the edge of the stage, were looking at Ang Lee with a joking and playful look.

  When the white guy in Lyric said these words, and then matched with Trieste's eyes, most of the musicians in the hotel suddenly realized it.

  This is the pianist named Li An who is targeting China!

  Poor Ang Lee.

  I am afraid that tonight is not going to be a cannon fodder for Western countries to use music to target China.

  Li Ruik guy’s song is too difficult, I am afraid it is difficult for the Chinese Ang Li to get it right.

  Everyone thinks so.

  Under everyone's attention, Li An silently picked up the violin, and then pulled the strings.

  The violin made the same brisk sound.

   is a perfect continuation of the song played by the white guy just now.

  When Ang Lee played it, the white guy, Trieste, Motris and others had already opened their eyes, and the thousands of people in the entire hotel were also slightly surprised.

   "Oh my God, he actually got up!"

   "Although this ballad is relatively well-known in Lyric, few people in the world have heard of it, and few people have studied it."

   "This Li Ang from China is indeed a strong player!"

   "He seems to be a bit broad in his involvement with music."

After    finished playing, Ang Lee did not ask the white guy in Lyric to verify that he was playing correctly. Instead, he put down the violin and picked up the microphone on the stage.

Ang Lee glanced at Christ and Mortres, who were still scornful just now, then snorted, and said directly in an extremely indifferent but extremely confident language: "I know you are targeting me, or say It is targeting our entire country of China."

   "Although the music of our country has developed rapidly in recent years, you still think that our country is backward and inferior to yours in terms of music history."

   "In order to target me, you set up a trap for me, and specially used some popular songs to let me match up."

   "If you fail to connect, you will say that we Chinese do not respect your country or your nation. After the match, you will find more difficult and less popular songs."

  Ang Lee’s voice is extremely penetrating.

  He said coldly, and after speaking, Li Ann sneered: "Heh, but, it doesn't matter anymore."

  "Everyone, listen up."

   "Here, I said unceremoniously, I know and practice any famous tune in the whole world!"

   "If you don't believe me, there are thousands of people on the court, you can come and try."

  "Don't say it's Lyric's ballad, even if it is more partial and difficult, I still match it!"

  "The effort in our country in practicing music is far beyond your imagination."

  As soon as these words came out, the audience boiled!

  The more than a dozen musicians on the Chinese National Seat just feel the blood boil all over!

   "Ms. Li An is too bloody!"

   "Too strong, Mr. Li An, directly challenge everyone."

   "But will this make it more difficult? Originally, everyone rejected China and set a trap for us. Now this is not annoying everyone."

   "What about anger, what we need in China is bloody! Since Mr. Li An said, then he has this kind of strength!"

  A group of Chinese musicians talked about it.

  Trieste and Motris looked at each other, and there was an idea in their eyes.

  This guy, knowing that we are setting a trap for him, he has to jump in, and he directly said to challenge the famous songs in the world. Is this guy crazy! ?

  Is it true that he really thought that he was right against Liric's ballad, and that he was really good?

  This guy is either a person with absolute strength, or... is a lunatic!

  When Ang Lee’s words came out, thousands of musicians in the entire hotel boiled over.

  "I think the Chinese people seem to be relatively weak, why is this person so arrogant?"

   "He actually said that he has practiced all the songs that can be called the number, huh, are Chinese people so good at bragging?"

   "Does he know how big this world is?"

   "The more partial, the harder he can? What a joke, haha..."

  The musicians on the first, second and third floors were irritated by Lee Ang’s arrogant attitude.

   stood up one by one.

"I'm here! Our country believes in Sterry religion. Our church has a music that is a must-have for every church start. I want to see if you can play it." A fat man with a big beard walked from the second floor. Come down.

  Striism is a very small church, and the total number of believers in this church may not exceed one million in the world.

  How many musicians will go to specialize in such a small religious music?

  The fat man walked onto the stage, then picked up the cello and began to play.

  This is indeed a very unpopular piece of music, so unpopular to the thousands of people present, only two or three have heard it!

   Twenty seconds later, the fat bearded man looked at Ang Lee with a smile: "It's your turn, Mr. Ang Lee from China."

  Li Ann also smiled slightly, walked directly over to take the cello in the fat man's arms and played it.

  The sound of music sounded, and the fat man's smile gradually solidified.

   Twenty seconds later, Ang Lee’s performance was over.

  The fat man took a deep breath and said, "You...do you believe in the Streianism?"

  Li Ang shook his head: "I just heard and practiced by chance."

  This time, thousands of musicians on the scene have already started to amaze!

   Originally thought Ang Li was arrogant and had some dissatisfied beards. At this moment, he had a heavy face and made a special etiquette for Ang Li. After saying ‘good luck’, he walked off the stage.

"I come!"

  A black man walked down from the third floor. He stood on the stage and said to Ang Lee: "I am from the African Union. Our country has always had a ballad about children. See if you are right!"

  Union, a barren country in Africa, the entire country has a population of only a few million!

  After the black man had finished talking with Ang Lee, he directly picked up the copper rod on the stage, and then banged against the orchestra.

  There is no piano or violin, it's just the percussion of orchestral instruments.

  The United Kingdom was originally a very small country. This is still a ballad played by a pure orchestral instrument. This is even more difficult!

The world's top musicians such as Trieste and Motris were all stunned.

  They said that they had never heard of this song...what kind of strange song is this?

   "Have you heard this song?"

   "No, it's too unpopular, I have never heard of it."

   "Here, is this the tune?"

  All the people present are the best musicians in various countries.

  But, there is not even one person who has listened to this song!

   Twenty seconds later, the black man finished playing.

  The black man put away the copper rod and smiled with Li Ang and said, “It’s okay if you can’t pick it up. This song was my mother’s favorite song when I was young, and I was also influenced by this song and I like the music.”

   "Because our country is a very poor country, there are few musical instruments, and the tunes handed down are beaten with stones and iron."

  "This piece is all percussion instruments, and the sound is crisp. Although it is a very famous piece in our local area, there are probably not many people who know it in the whole world."

  This song is too difficult, too difficult.

  The country is an unpopular country, the musical instruments are unpopular instruments, and the tunes are even unpopular ones!

  Everyone looked at the yellow-skinned young man on the stage.

   "This guy will definitely not be able to connect."

   "How can this be connected?"

   "It's too unpopular, too biased. I'm afraid no one in this world can pick it up except people from that country."

  "Who would study a backward and poor country in Africa?"

  Everyone talked a lot, none of these musicians thought Li An could play.

  Trieste and Motris looked at each other and sneered. This Chinese who knows nothing about the heights of the earth, dug a big hole for himself, right?

  How could it be possible to fill such a big hole.

  Chinese people, really are a group of people who like to brag and have no ability!

  (End of this chapter)