I am a Big Player
Chapter 453 - 447, Piano Solo Recital (First Update)_1

Chapter 453: 447, Piano Solo Recital (First Update)_1

Ren He stood at the entrance of the Juilliard School of Music, gazing at the beautiful glass building before him. This Juilliard itself was like a piece of artwork, standing tall in the center of New York City.

Thinking back to when he first came for Yang Xi, he had started by writing scores for others online, and then came to perform live. It was truly an exhaustive effort.

But upon reflection, that period was exceptionally beautiful—free from worries, spending each day with the students and respected by all.

Even Ren He never imagined he would be so adored; the students didn’t look at him with the fanatical eyes of Knight’s fans. Instead, there was more aspiration for the arts, knowledge, and skill.

How wonderfully simple were the inter-personal relationships; even Ren He himself started to like this feeling.

But everything was about to end. Standing there at that moment, although temporarily safe and his identity still a secret, when would danger strike from above? No one knew.

Was it dangerous for him to return here alone? Definitely, because he’d placed himself back in the spotlight while his adversary always watched from the shadows.

New York City, the most populous in the United States and one of the largest metropolitan areas in the world, lies at the heart of the New York metropolitan area. For over a century, New York has exerted immense global influence in commerce and finance. As a global city, it significantly affects the world’s economy, finance, media, politics, education, entertainment, and fashion. Not to mention, it hosts the United Nations Headquarters, securing its recognition as the capital of the world.

In the bustling heart of the city, amidst the endless flow of traffic, Ren He was but a solitary figure in the vast expanse of New York. He needed to let Skydrive or Yang En know they were safe and re-establish contact to secure the retreat route they had arranged.

Ren He took a deep breath as he walked into the Juilliard School of Music. Along the way, each student he encountered greeted him affectionately as "Professor." Here, no one had a higher reputation than Ren He, not even Joseph now.

He was not there to teach that day but to meet with the concert promoters at Joseph’s office.

How could one rapidly disseminate their presence throughout North America, making Yang En and the others take notice? Of course, one had to make some noise—the bigger, the better.

By the time Ren He arrived at Joseph’s office, the concert promoters had already gathered. To be honest, what interested them the most now was the title of "Professor." This "Professor," wildly influential among young classical music enthusiasts, was not only a master-level pianist, but his compositions were also regarded as classics among classics.

What would be the effect of such a person holding a concert? And what they were eager to see was whether, at this juncture, the Professor would introduce a new piece. If so, then the success of the concert was assured.

Of course, one had to give to receive. They were prepared to make concessions on the revenue sharing, but the specifics would depend on the negotiations.

Ren He sat down and smiled, "I’m definitely up for a concert, but the same requirement stands: no recording devices on-site. You might have been lax about this before, turning a blind eye, but this is my only condition. If it can’t be met, forget it."

The promoters had thought that Ren He would talk money, but to their surprise, his primary concern was something else, which took them aback.

Joseph, too, was puzzled. The Professor didn’t want a single cent of salary this year and didn’t seem to have any income source either. Yet he appeared completely indifferent to money, caring only for the music itself.

He truly had the bearing of a grandmaster, treating wealth and fame as nothing more than dirt... Respect arose spontaneously among those present.

However, for Ren He, such small sums of money were insignificant. Music and oil paintings had become mere hobbies for him, and it was quite nice to have these interests.

Little did the others know that sitting before them was China’s youngest billionaire, with market value inching towards ten billion.

The promoter hastily assured, "You can rest easy, Professor. Since you’ve brought it up, we’ll certainly strengthen our control in this area and won’t allow any mistakes to occur here."

Ren He nodded and added, "To assist with your promotion, I can create a new piece of music. That’s something you can count on. Let’s set the concert for next Friday evening. I’ll release the new piece this week to help build momentum for the concert."

Hearing this, the promoter was ecstatic. They hadn’t imagined that their most coveted wish would be fulfilled so effortlessly!

What was everyone’s greatest expectation for the Professor? Wasn’t it for him to continue composing? Previous pieces like "Canon," "Croatian Rhapsody," "To Alice," and "Tragic Chapter 3" were now among the hottest classics in classical music!

What type of piece would it be this time?

But wouldn’t having the concert next Friday be too soon, presenting some difficulty for their promotion, as selling tickets required time? Putting that aside, a music concert didn’t have as large an audience as a show, and as long as word spread among enthusiasts, selling tickets wouldn’t be hard.

The question was, could he really produce a classic piece in less than a week? The promoter found it hard to believe, for everyone knew composing scores wasn’t an overnight task. Masters could spend months on a single piece, which was quite normal.

Ren He seemed to read his mind and smiled, "Don’t worry too much; one week is plenty."

With Ren He’s confident expression, he refrained from asking anything further. Perhaps the Professor had everything under control.

Ren He left the details of how to concurrently promote Juilliard to Joseph while he contemplated how to make the concert more renowned. The starting point would still have to be the creation of a new song.

Once the latest song spreads online, its influence could quickly grow within just a couple of days.

Ren He stood in his office, looking out at the busy passersby, pondering which song to choose for the occasion. Among the diverse crowd outside, a deadly threat might be lurking.

For Ren He, whether organizing the concert or composing new music, it was all about making his presence more known to Yang En: Letting them know that Ren He was here, waiting for them to find him.