I am a Big Player
Chapter 618 - 609, Foreign Judges (Second Update)_1

Chapter 618: 609, Foreign Judges (Second Update)_1

Sun Yu’s bedroom was a scene of confusion at the moment; Zhang Ke, who had come to participate in the competition, was completely bewildered. Today, he was in a rather good mood, having changed into new clothes and shoes for the competition. Although he didn’t harbor much hope of winning any prizes, it was still a relatively high-end affair, not something just anyone could participate in. Considering even a prodigy like Liu Jiamin was competing, Zhang Ke found some solace in the thought: losing to her wouldn’t be a disgrace.

But his good mood evaporated the moment the elevator doors opened on the 11th floor. First, he tried to flatter Sun Yu, only to have the latter start lamenting his poverty. Damn it, when people talk about being poor it’s usually just an exaggeration, but you, you’re actually crying over it!

In the dorm, Sun Yu was usually quite generous; everyone took cigarettes directly from him, and he never let others pay for meals, which had led to a group forming around him, as if around a nucleus.

But today... Well, it’s hard to put into words. Sun Yu was still crying, for goodness’ sake!

Then, something utterly inconceivable happened. Those members of the Qinghe Club, whom Zhang Ke had envied so much, were actually calling Ren He "President"!

How was that possible? Was Ren He the legendary prodigy president? So all the mockery from Zhang Ke and his friends had turned into a joke on themselves. Zhang Ke suddenly remembered Ren He saying there was no need for him to act.

At that time, they, along with Sun Yu, didn’t quite understand why Ren He claimed there was no need to act... Well, there really was no need, was there? A person who nonchalantly mentions a project with nearly a billion in annual income doesn’t need to act his way to fame.

Should Ren He just step in front of the media now, he would instantaneously become a true star known as the "Father of the Murder Game," and a wealthy star at that.

No wonder Ren He always seemed so composed around others, making Sun Yu feel as if he were being treated like a clown. It turned out Ren He had long moved past caring about these trivial matters...

And the most annoying thing was Sun Yu’s incessant weeping; just when Zhang Ke was trying to find a way to stop Sun Yu’s tears, even planning to console him that a lost family fortune could be rebuilt, Sun Yu suddenly wiped his tears away and stopped crying.

My God, big brother, you can just stop crying on command? I never realized your acting skills were that good!

"Are you feeling better?" asked Zhang Ke cautiously.

"I... I’m fine now... just now, I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt like crying, and I couldn’t stop!" Sun Yu himself was also feeling confused. The tears had come suddenly and left just as quickly, and now he didn’t feel like crying anymore!

Only Ren He knew that Sun Yu’s outburst was because the effect of the Tear Potion had worn off...

But since he had given Sun Yu the Tear Potion, Ren He felt their minor grudge should be considered resolved. He couldn’t be bothered to care anymore—if Sun Yu really couldn’t stop making trouble, Ren He had plenty of Tear Potion to keep him in check...

"President, did you come here to compete today?" Jiang Haoyang asked curiously. They all wanted to know how they had bumped into Ren He here. Everyone knew that Ren He’s piano skills even surpassed those of Liu Jiamin, so it would be normal if he was here to compete. Only someone like Liu Jiamin, who had knowledge of piano and classical music, understood that it would be beneath Ren He, now a professor in the classical music field, to participate in such a contest, to the point where serving as a judge depended on whether the organizing committee could afford him.

In fact, that was the case. Ren He’s four classical music pieces were unmatched in the field, and two of his theories had even begun to be included in textbooks. He was on the brink of becoming a historical figure in classical music; it was implausible for him to compete in a domestic contest.

Many people like to use competitions to prove their worth, but Ren He’s achievements in the field had long surpassed the need for any such proof. The income from ticket sales for his solo piano concerts in New York had yet to be surpassed by any master.

At 17 years old, he advanced to become a globally recognized master in the field of classical music, a feat unprecedented in the history of classical music.

So these multifaceted factors had long established the little professor’s soaring reputation in the world of classical music. There had been thoughts of inviting him as a judge for this domestic competition, wasn’t it because they couldn’t find anyone else?

If Ren He were to serve as a judge, his appearance fee alone would probably be 300,000.

"My girlfriend is joining the competition for some fun, and I’m here to watch her," Ren He explained cheerfully: "But Jiamin doesn’t have to worry, she’s not your competition."

"President, is it really appropriate to talk about your girlfriend like that...?" Jiang Haoyang asked, stunned. They all knew who Ren He’s girlfriend was, her identity alone was pressuring!

"It’s appropriate, nothing wrong with it," Ren He said nonchalantly, waving his large hand as if it did not bother him at all: "She’s not someone who sweats the small stuff!"

However, that was just what he said to Jiang Haoyang and the others. When he went back, he’d still have to coddle Yang Xi: Don’t be upset, you didn’t place because the judges weren’t up to par, I think you should be considered the King Without Crown of this competition!

No matter if Yang Xi cared or not, as a boyfriend, that’s what he had to say. Guaranteed to make Yang Xi very happy; she might even play support for Ren He in their next game!

Ren He asked curiously, "Are these domestic competitions fair nowadays?"

"They are relatively fair," Liu Jiamin explained: "There are occasional incidences of backdoor deals, but those who get first place through them also have substantial skills, and the difference between them isn’t significant, so even if there’s manipulation, it’s not a big problem."

Oh, that was somewhat surprising to Ren He. In a society where personal connections ran deep, he was almost uncomfortable without some backroom dealing in competitions...

"This time the organizing committee also invited a few international judges, and one of them is said to be from your Juilliard School of Music. This is the hosts’ way of showcasing their integrity," said Liu Jiamin.

There were people from the Juilliard School of Music involved? Now Ren He truly believed in their fairness. After all, those Juilliard teachers were so blindly passionate about music—ask them to fake something in the music field, and they’d chew your head off.

He simply didn’t know who was coming this time; it was probably someone hired after he had left, likely not someone who would recognize him. Speaking of which, he felt a bit guilty for leaving the Juilliard School of Music without saying goodbye to the chairman, Joseph, after his concert.

Now that the CIA’s warrant for him had been lifted, Ren He wasn’t worried about the Brown Consortium playing around with a business worth several hundred billion. If he had the chance, he could visit the United States again, enjoy the consortium’s hospitality, and then have a good meal with Joseph to apologize.

After all, Joseph had stood by him. Without his support, it would have been difficult for Ren He to take the position, and he wouldn’t have been able to stay with Yang Xi.

However, just at that moment, Ren He suddenly saw a familiar foreign figure in the hallway ahead... isn’t that Joseph?!