Chapter 47 Johnson’s Harsh Conditions!
Seeing that Johnson was obviously hesitating, the audience in the audience started to boo.

"Don't you dare to agree?"

"Are you a coward?"

"Johnson, promise him."

Hearing the audience's calls, Johnson knew he had to agree, otherwise he would become a laughing stock.

He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes a few times.

After taking a look at the audience, he stroked his chin and said, "Kid, I promise you, but the condition is that at least three-quarters of the audience give it a favorable review."

This condition seems a bit harsh, but it is barely normal.

But looking at Johnson's behavior, Chen Weining instinctively felt that there was something fishy.

Standing in her position, she can clearly see the composition of the audience: Chinese people barely account for nearly 60%, and foreigners account for more than 40%.

Moreover, she also knew that nearly half of the foreigners were American Chinese.

It is hard to say whether they will unconditionally support their compatriot Johnson.

Not to mention, the eight people from Douglas Company would definitely support him.

Three quarters is not easy to achieve!
"Little Mo."

At round table No. 3 below the stage, she and Su Yiyun shouted almost at the same time, staring at each other in silence with a worried and nervous look on their faces.

Shen Mo turned his head to look at them and nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

"Okay." He replied to Johnson succinctly.

The latter retreated to the side of the stage with an arrogant look on his face, folded his hands over his chest, and waited quietly for the silent performance.

Felix quietly moved from the front row of the audience to the other side of the stage without knowing when. It seemed that he intended to be the referee.

Shen Mo walked slowly to the microphone.

Under the spotlight, although his face was still a little immature, his eyes were bright, his expression was calm and resolute, and he had a tenacity and determination beyond his age.

"What a handsome young man!" The audience below the stage couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Shen Mo began to try out the instrument, after all, it was someone else's erhu.

There were a few unpleasant crackling sounds.

There were sounds of ridicule from the audience, especially near the Douglas Company table.

Johnson didn't laugh, but the sarcasm on his face became even stronger.

Chen Weining closed her beautiful eyes slightly, hardly daring to look directly at the stage.

She couldn't bear to see Shen Mo making a fool of himself in public and then being driven off the stage in disgrace.

Next, Shen Mo began to play, and he chose two erhu solo pieces.

As the performance began, the audience's expressions slowly changed.

It was dull at first, then surprising, then pleasantly surprised, and then moved...

The first song is "Thinking of You Sadly".

In the silence, it's like crying and complaining.

Some people may never meet the one they truly love in their entire life.

But for some people, even if you meet them, it's all in vain.

The second song is "Singing of a Lone Star".

There is a melody that is like love at first sight, which makes people understand what it means to "once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other hills are but mounds."

There is a melody that is like a lover who is sick with lovesickness, which makes people understand what it means to "I will never regret even if my clothes become looser and looser, and I will become haggard for her."

After the two songs were played, the audience, both Chinese and foreign, young and old, all stood there, immersed in the beautiful and sad melodies for a long time.

After a long time, thunderous applause broke out.

Chen Weining and Su Yiyun looked at Shen Mo on the stage with surprise, patting their chests lightly and breathing out, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders.

"Everyone, do you think his performance was good? If so, please raise your hands."

At this time, the female host said with great insight.

Obviously, as a fellow Chinese, she was also angry about Johnson's rude words and actions, and desperately hoped that Shen Mo would win.

A large number of hands were raised in the audience, except for the table of Douglas Company and a few American and R people at other tables.

But the total is clearly more than three quarters.

Johnson looked grim.

Originally, he thought that it was impossible to play good music with a "low-level" instrument like the erhu. Unexpectedly, Shen Mo's attack was almost a dimensionality reduction attack.

Especially the first song "Thinking of You Sadly", which is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining. Even foreigners who have not been influenced by Chinese culture can deeply feel the longing and sorrow expressed in the music.

Now it seemed that he had to bow and apologize for his rude words and actions.

But it is obvious that Johnson is not someone who gives up so easily.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"I admit that the two pieces you played were pretty good."

"But unfortunately, their difficulty level is too low to be put on the stage."

He walked up from the edge of the stage and spoke sideways to Shen Mo and the audience, his stubbornness making his face look a little distorted.

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience became noisy again, and many Chinese people pointed at him and shouted at him.

"shameless!"

"Isn't it enough to just make a point and sound good?"

“Did you set the difficulty?”

……

However, faced with such a scene where he was criticized by thousands of people, Johnson became even more excited.

He really enjoyed the feeling of suppressing so many Chinese people by himself.

"Why, isn't what I said true?"

He shook his head slightly with pride and said to Shen Mo.

He did this because he thought that Shen Mo had chosen simple pieces of music and his performance level was probably not very high.

Secondly, he also intended to provoke Shen Mo so that he could take the next step.

This person is not as simple and crude as he appears to be, but rather quite scheming.

Who knew that Shen Mo didn't show any angry reaction at all, but spoke calmly.

"Then just pick a piece that you think is difficult, and I will still play it on the erhu."

"Are you serious?" Johnson was delighted.

Off the stage, Chen and Su were very anxious.

This is too arrogant!
"Xiao Mo, don't!"

Chen Weining couldn't help but call out to him and shook her head to try to stop him, her beautiful eyes full of panic.

Su Yiyun clenched her hands tightly, and her white knuckles turned a light blue color.

Even Tang Yating showed concern, her eyes full of dissuasion.

"There is an old saying in your country of China: A gentleman's word is as good as gold. I hope you won't break your promise." Johnson sneered.

This person seems to know a lot, at least he is half an expert on China.

"Tell me, what song?" Shen Mo said lightly.

"The Wanderer's Song." Johnson slowly uttered the answer.

hiss!
Everyone in the audience who understood music gasped.

"Song of the Wanderer" is a representative work of the famous Spanish composer Sarasate, and is known as one of the ten most difficult violin pieces in the world.

To play it well, one needs to master very advanced bowing and left-hand techniques, and also has a very high sense of rhythm.

This is half a grade harder than Johnson's previous Violin Sonata in G Minor, reaching the highest grade 9.

"If you can play this piece of music with the erhu, I will admit my mistake," he said with a smile, a bit of pride on his face.

"What you mean is, if I jump out, you will bow and apologize?" Shen Mo stared at him closely.

"Yeah." Johnson nodded nonchalantly.

In his opinion, it was stupid of Shen Mo to agree so easily.

You know, he practiced the violin for many years before he could barely play music at level 8.5. As for the top level 9, it is not something that can be achieved by hard practice alone, but requires talent, understanding, luck, etc.

Perhaps China does have such a top performer who can transplant famous violin pieces onto the erhu.

But those are people who have been immersed in it for many years, they are at least forty or fifty years old, and they are basically in Beijing or Shanghai.

As for this 17 or 18-year-old kid from Hangzhou, he does have some foundation, but he is still far from it.

(End of this chapter)