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Chapter 183:
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Afternoon.
It was a sunny day.
With only three days left until the concert, Qiu Qianwei didn't stay home to practice piano.
She put on sunglasses and a hat to disguise herself, preparing to visit the Tianqi Piano Store.
Although she wasn't a big celebrity and not everyone knew her, she still had considerable influence as a celebrity.
Whenever she traveled to crowded places, she disguised herself to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Around two o'clock, her chauffeur took her to the Tianqi Piano Store.
The store was bustling with people, all dressed elegantly.
This puzzled Qiu Qianwei.
After getting out of the car and listening to their conversations, she learned that these were all internet celebrities from short videos.
They had come here for the same reason as her—to see the "Piano God" who played in the piano store.
Now that the "Piano God" was so popular, almost any video that could gain his popularity would become viral.
Tianqi Piano Store has become a hotspot for internet celebrities to visit.
The store owner was also very happy about this.
With the short video industry booming, these people indirectly advertised the store, and the owner welcomed it.
Of course, the point of the welcome was not to affect business and not to damage pianos in the store.
It's worth noting that this piano store was not small. The cheapest piano cost several tens of thousands of yuan, while the most expensive was close to two million yuan.
Avoiding the young internet celebrities, Qiu Qianwei privately approached the store owner.
The store owner, a middle-aged woman who loved music, recognized Qiu Qianwei.
Seeing this, Qiu Qianwei took the opportunity to say, "Boss, I want the contact information of the 'Piano God' who played at the piano store. Could you provide it?"
"Miss Qiu, I'm really sorry, but we strictly adhere to client confidentiality, so I'm afraid..." The store owner was quite embarrassed.
Similar questions were asked by the internet celebrities outside. She was used to it by now.
"I don't mean any harm. I just want to contact him to discuss some musical matters," Qiu Qianwei explained.
"Miss Qiu, I believe you, but we have strict client confidentiality policies. I really can't disclose our clients' information," the store owner said firmly.
She was a fan of Qiu Qianwei. If she asked about an ordinary customer, she might have revealed it secretly.
But the "Piano God" was different; he was a big client.
That day, he bought a piano for 1.88 million yuan, paid in full without even blinking, as if he was buying an ordinary item.
Such people were not easy to provoke.
If they offended him and he hired a lawyer, the store would probably shut down.
No matter how much she liked Qiu Qianwei, she couldn't gamble with her own piano store.
"Can't you make an exception?" Qiu Qianwei still didn't want to give up.
"Miss Qiu, please don't make it difficult for me," the store owner pleaded with a pained expression.
"Well... then I won't bother you."
Qiu Qianwei wasn't unreasonable. Seeing the store owner's firm attitude, she could only sigh with regret and didn't continue to insist.
In a somewhat depressed mood, Qiu Qianwei prepared to leave the piano store.
"The Piano God has opened an account and posted a new piece!"
Passing by the internet celebrities who came to check in at the piano store, Qiu Qianwei heard exclamations from nearby.
Her frustration lessened slightly, replaced by a bit of joy. She immediately took out her phone and browsed through short videos.
The app pushed videos based on massive data, and Qiu Qianwei had only browsed videos related to the "Piano God." So when she opened the app, the first video she saw was the new piece posted by the "Piano God."
This video received over five million likes and was posted around ten o'clock last night.
The title of the piece was: "A newly created piano piece. Please enjoy and feel free to share. Please credit the source when reposting. Additionally, anyone using the music for commercial purposes without my permission will be warned by my legal team."
The account named "The True Piano God" already has over a million followers.
In less than fifteen hours, a video with over five million likes gained a million followers.
Such growth speed could truly be described as terrifying.
However, Qiu Qianwei's focus was not on these numbers but on the content of the piece.
The video still showed someone playing the piano, but the "Piano God" hadn't shown his face, wearing a homemade paper mask instead.
And the piano piece being played was one Qiu Qianwei had never heard before.
However, this didn't prevent Qiu Qianwei from feeling impressed.
Her musical appreciation ability was very high, and she could naturally judge the level of this piece.
She could guarantee that this piece would be a divine work in today's music world!
She created many pieces herself, and she was proud of them. But compared to this "Piano God's" work, she felt like her high school essays competed against award-winning university theses.
Were the high school essays impressive? Yes.
Were award-winning university theses impressive? Also yes.
But in terms of level, high school essays were far inferior.
Qiu Qianwei stood in place for over half an hour, listening to the piano piece ten times before taking a brief break.
Then, she followed the "Piano God" and checked his profile, looking for information such as self-introduction.
There was only a simple introduction on the profile: 18-year-old piano enthusiast. Hopefully you've been entertained.
When she saw the words "18 years old," Qiu Qianwei was stunned.
So this Piano God was two years younger than her!
And seeing the words "piano enthusiast," Qiu Qianwei felt extremely ashamed.
She was internationally recognized as a piano prodigy, and she was proud of it.
But what about the Piano God? He called himself a "piano enthusiast," but his skill exceeded her!
Could Qiu Qianwei not feel ashamed?
A sense of defeat lingered in her heart, but she quickly regained her spirits and sent a private message to the Piano God.
The message expressed two wishes.
First, she wanted to purchase the full copyright to this piece.
Second, she wanted to invite the Piano God as a special guest to her concert.
It was a sunny day.
With only three days left until the concert, Qiu Qianwei didn't stay home to practice piano.
She put on sunglasses and a hat to disguise herself, preparing to visit the Tianqi Piano Store.
Although she wasn't a big celebrity and not everyone knew her, she still had considerable influence as a celebrity.
Whenever she traveled to crowded places, she disguised herself to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Around two o'clock, her chauffeur took her to the Tianqi Piano Store.
The store was bustling with people, all dressed elegantly.
This puzzled Qiu Qianwei.
After getting out of the car and listening to their conversations, she learned that these were all internet celebrities from short videos.
They had come here for the same reason as her—to see the "Piano God" who played in the piano store.
Now that the "Piano God" was so popular, almost any video that could gain his popularity would become viral.
Tianqi Piano Store has become a hotspot for internet celebrities to visit.
The store owner was also very happy about this.
With the short video industry booming, these people indirectly advertised the store, and the owner welcomed it.
Of course, the point of the welcome was not to affect business and not to damage pianos in the store.
It's worth noting that this piano store was not small. The cheapest piano cost several tens of thousands of yuan, while the most expensive was close to two million yuan.
Avoiding the young internet celebrities, Qiu Qianwei privately approached the store owner.
The store owner, a middle-aged woman who loved music, recognized Qiu Qianwei.
Seeing this, Qiu Qianwei took the opportunity to say, "Boss, I want the contact information of the 'Piano God' who played at the piano store. Could you provide it?"
"Miss Qiu, I'm really sorry, but we strictly adhere to client confidentiality, so I'm afraid..." The store owner was quite embarrassed.
Similar questions were asked by the internet celebrities outside. She was used to it by now.
"I don't mean any harm. I just want to contact him to discuss some musical matters," Qiu Qianwei explained.
"Miss Qiu, I believe you, but we have strict client confidentiality policies. I really can't disclose our clients' information," the store owner said firmly.
She was a fan of Qiu Qianwei. If she asked about an ordinary customer, she might have revealed it secretly.
But the "Piano God" was different; he was a big client.
That day, he bought a piano for 1.88 million yuan, paid in full without even blinking, as if he was buying an ordinary item.
Such people were not easy to provoke.
If they offended him and he hired a lawyer, the store would probably shut down.
No matter how much she liked Qiu Qianwei, she couldn't gamble with her own piano store.
"Can't you make an exception?" Qiu Qianwei still didn't want to give up.
"Miss Qiu, please don't make it difficult for me," the store owner pleaded with a pained expression.
"Well... then I won't bother you."
Qiu Qianwei wasn't unreasonable. Seeing the store owner's firm attitude, she could only sigh with regret and didn't continue to insist.
In a somewhat depressed mood, Qiu Qianwei prepared to leave the piano store.
"The Piano God has opened an account and posted a new piece!"
Passing by the internet celebrities who came to check in at the piano store, Qiu Qianwei heard exclamations from nearby.
Her frustration lessened slightly, replaced by a bit of joy. She immediately took out her phone and browsed through short videos.
The app pushed videos based on massive data, and Qiu Qianwei had only browsed videos related to the "Piano God." So when she opened the app, the first video she saw was the new piece posted by the "Piano God."
This video received over five million likes and was posted around ten o'clock last night.
The title of the piece was: "A newly created piano piece. Please enjoy and feel free to share. Please credit the source when reposting. Additionally, anyone using the music for commercial purposes without my permission will be warned by my legal team."
The account named "The True Piano God" already has over a million followers.
In less than fifteen hours, a video with over five million likes gained a million followers.
Such growth speed could truly be described as terrifying.
However, Qiu Qianwei's focus was not on these numbers but on the content of the piece.
The video still showed someone playing the piano, but the "Piano God" hadn't shown his face, wearing a homemade paper mask instead.
And the piano piece being played was one Qiu Qianwei had never heard before.
However, this didn't prevent Qiu Qianwei from feeling impressed.
Her musical appreciation ability was very high, and she could naturally judge the level of this piece.
She could guarantee that this piece would be a divine work in today's music world!
She created many pieces herself, and she was proud of them. But compared to this "Piano God's" work, she felt like her high school essays competed against award-winning university theses.
Were the high school essays impressive? Yes.
Were award-winning university theses impressive? Also yes.
But in terms of level, high school essays were far inferior.
Qiu Qianwei stood in place for over half an hour, listening to the piano piece ten times before taking a brief break.
Then, she followed the "Piano God" and checked his profile, looking for information such as self-introduction.
There was only a simple introduction on the profile: 18-year-old piano enthusiast. Hopefully you've been entertained.
When she saw the words "18 years old," Qiu Qianwei was stunned.
So this Piano God was two years younger than her!
And seeing the words "piano enthusiast," Qiu Qianwei felt extremely ashamed.
She was internationally recognized as a piano prodigy, and she was proud of it.
But what about the Piano God? He called himself a "piano enthusiast," but his skill exceeded her!
Could Qiu Qianwei not feel ashamed?
A sense of defeat lingered in her heart, but she quickly regained her spirits and sent a private message to the Piano God.
The message expressed two wishes.
First, she wanted to purchase the full copyright to this piece.
Second, she wanted to invite the Piano God as a special guest to her concert.
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Translated by: Evil Duke