Chapter 068: Continuing the Search for Musicians (Please Add to Your Favorites and Recommend)

After last night's storm, the road from Blue Moon Grand Hotel to the northern Eighty-Eight Pearl Staircase was still in decent condition; after all, sand doesn't easily accumulate water.

By the time they arrived at their destination, thousands of agents had finished their training and quickly lined up.

"Good morning, sir!" The roar of thousands of agents was impressive, far more spirited than yesterday.

After getting out and closing the car door, Le Xiaotian nodded to signal that there was no need for a salute.

He then took a deep breath, drawing his gaze away from yesterday's blood-soaked place.

Her face remained vividly clear in his mind—a face both crying and smiling, beautiful beyond words...

Rest in peace. I will personally execute Zhang Hao and rescue Su Qian. I promise! I, Le Xiaotian, swear it!

Without letting anyone notice his inner turmoil, he acted as though nothing had happened yesterday.

He swiftly jumped onto the hood and announced, "The selection of musicians for the epic 'Victory' continues now."

Since he didn't mention yesterday's events, the thousands of agents buried their questions deep inside.

Seated on the hood, Le Xiaotian addressed the gathered agents, "Let me use football and the orchestra as an analogy: the most dazzling figures, the forwards versus the strings. A team that doesn't want to win isn't a good team, and to win, you must score. The forward's duty is to score goals, so both on and off the field, forwards are the most eye-catching—their glory and fan base are unmatched.

"And the strings often carry the main melody, giving listeners the most direct experience, gaining much attention and admiration. One could say, the string section is an indispensable part of any large orchestra. Now, let's continue from where we left off yesterday."

When he finished speaking, a young man took up his violin and began playing the melody of the twelfth measure of 'Victory.'

As he played, Le Xiaotian narrowed his eyes.

Since arriving here, he’d keenly observed everyone’s mental state.

Now, he sensed a subtle shift in their emotions.

If yesterday's audition was somewhat rigid and lifeless, today’s performance was different.

Once the young man finished playing, Le Xiaotian nodded, "Step aside for now, next."

As excitement flashed in the young man's eyes, a woman stood up behind him.

A soulful melody, graceful movement, fluid gestures, and remarkable pitch accuracy—all of which greatly satisfied Le Xiaotian.

Thus, the first violin section was quickly and efficiently screened, completed in no time.

Today's results were noticeably better than yesterday’s, with the elimination rate dropping sharply.

After the initial selection of the first violin section, Le Xiaotian announced, "We still need to select the second violin section. Their role is to amplify the first violin, but never overshadow them. Understood? If you understand, let's begin."

Same melody, same instruments, same notes—yet the process was entirely different.

The violin is the most expressive instrument, a high-pitched instrument with a modest volume, holding a vital place in the orchestra. Le Xiaotian had many factors to consider, carefully making his choices.

It was like judging people: at first glance, everyone seems similar, but each is unique.

After completing the second violin section, it was time to select the viola section, responsible for the counter-melody, as well as the cello and double bass sections that support the entire string section.

Once all was done, Le Xiaotian continued, "We often hear the phrase 'winds and strings.' The winds are divided into woodwinds and brass. The woodwinds handle the high notes, and the number of woodwinds defines the orchestral arrangement."

"Again, using football and the orchestra as an analogy: midfielders and woodwinds are the backbone of the team. The strength of the midfield determines the overall level of the squad—control the midfield, control the game. The woodwind section is the skeleton of the music; if it stands strong, the piece becomes more substantial."

Compared to the fervor of the string selection, the woodwind screening was more gentle, elegant, and subtle.

The selection of flutes, oboes, clarinets, and bassoons shared similarities with the string section—high, middle, and low ranges, each handled by different instruments.

By the time these two sections were chosen, it was already noon.

Seeing the time, Le Xiaotian stood and clapped his hands. "Lunch first, we'll continue this afternoon."

He stepped down from the hood, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the imposing Astrolabe Tower. His eyes seemed to pierce through the Eighty-Eight Pearl Staircase, searching for a figure in one of the tiny windows, no larger than a cigarette box.

As he searched, several cooks arrived in haste. "Sir, please eat first."

Setting aside his thoughts, he followed the cooks to the makeshift dining table.

Since it was all heavy work, lunch was especially hearty.

Soon, some agents arrived, bowls in hand. "Sir, watching you play last night was amazing. Teach us, will you?"

Glancing at the other seats, Le Xiaotian said, "Everyone, take a seat."

Once they sat down, and a group gathered around, he said, "You all can perform because of your long-term training. But to truly master it, it's not something done in a day or two."

One agent laughed, "Don't worry, sir, we know our own level."

Several others chimed in, "That's right, we're not professionals—we only know the basics."

A female agent objected, "We've sung military songs and anthems for years. We may not match the stars, but we're not weak. In fact, in large performances, we have an advantage—we don't get stage fright."

Hongkun Heaven, a world of song and dance. With dance and music so widespread, countless poor performances abound. Yet from another perspective, everyone in Music Sphere is naturally gifted in song and dance.

After all, musical education is the top priority in Heaven.

Le Xiaotian didn't comment on their debate, but instead posed a question, "After the Astrolabe Tower incident is over, how do you plan your future lives?"

Planning one's life—a daunting topic.

For a moment, the agents fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the crowd, a group whispered among themselves.

"Major General, the morale has stabilized so quickly. If this continues, he'll solidify his position as supreme commander."

"Yes, if we're going to act, now is the time. If we wait, it'll be too late."

"Major General, don't hesitate."

Looking at his subordinates, Bi Muyang's expression was bitter.

Le Xiaotian's pace was too damned fast, and his strength too deep.

After last night's decision, it was clear—he sang 'Victory,' he ignited the illusions, and his uncle’s order to stop was because of him.

Yet, if he let things continue, he'd truly have no chance.

Chen Fang—must he really be handed over to him?