Chapter 182 A Tumultuous Exchange and Learning Process
Jiang Xingyao quickly suppressed her chaotic thoughts.
Tonight, Mrs. Rongyue and her old friend have arranged a performance together.
The other party is also a famous piano master in M country. Madam Rongyue's idea is to have Jiang Xingyao go with her so that the other party can give her some pointers.
Such an opportunity was very rare for Jiang Xingyao, so she naturally had to put it first.
This exchange performance took place in Master Nilia's studio. Master Nilia had taken on several apprentices and invited Madam Rongyue over, hoping they could give each other some pointers.
At the starting point that evening, Madam Rongyue brought Jiang Xingyao and Master Nilia's three disciples to meet.
The group consisted of two men and one woman, all blonde-haired and blue-eyed Americans. When the woman first met Jiang Xingyao, she looked her up and down, her attitude clearly showing arrogance.
Jiang Xingyao heard her say to the man next to her, "I really don't understand what the teacher is thinking. We can't even speak the same language, what's the point of communicating?"
The man clearly didn't want to discuss these things, and he whispered, "Fira, you'd better keep quiet, or the teacher will get upset if she hears you."
This was the teacher's intention, and besides, don't we know a few words of Chinese?
They didn't lower their voices intentionally, and Jiang Xingyao heard them clearly.
Although the man didn't express his objection as explicitly as the woman, Jiang Xingyao could still sense that his attitude was equally condescending.
As for the man who hadn't spoken until now, he stepped forward to smooth things over and greeted Jiang Xingyao in English.
Jiang Xingyao casually replied in Chinese, and then she heard Fila whisper, "See? They can't even speak our language, what's the point of communicating?"
Jiang Xingyao then looked at Fila, and this time she spoke fluent English: "Madam, please lower your voice a little when you talk about others."
Being confident in one's language skills is a good thing, but being overly confident is pointless.
Furthermore, is your language something to be proud of? I'm here to exchange ideas, not to be inferior. Please think carefully about how you should approach this matter.
Jiang Xingyao spoke clearly and distinctly, causing Fila's expression to stiffen for a moment as she stared at her in disbelief.
The two men next to her were also staring blankly at Jiang Xingyao's face.
Even when facing three people, Jiang Xingyao's aura was not weak at all.
Madam Rongyue had told her that the more she went abroad, the more confident she should be, and that she should neither cause trouble nor be afraid of it.
After a moment of silence, Fira said somewhat reluctantly, "What's so great about it? Even if you can speak our language, you've come to my teacher's place because you need something."
Jiang Xingyao was a little at a loss for words when she heard her smug remark.
She remembered that Master Nelia had made several phone calls to Madam Rongyue before Madam Rongyue agreed to this exchange.
The inside story might be something her students didn't know, or perhaps the other party was too embarrassed to tell them, but whatever the reason, she shouldn't have brought it up.
That would truly be tantamount to ruining the relationship between Lady Rongyue and this master.
Just as the situation was at a stalemate, Master Nelia and Lady Rongyue came out of their office after finishing their conversation.
Sensing something was amiss, she immediately asked, "Tyr, didn't I tell you to make arrangements for this junior sister? What's going on?"
The Tyre she mentioned was the person who had just stepped in to smooth things over.
As for the other one standing with Fila, his name is Eled.
Before Thale could speak, Fila reluctantly said, "Teacher, it's not Thale's fault; she was the one who started it."
The teacher was clearly kind-hearted and relaxed the requirements for them to come and exchange ideas, but she showed not a single ounce of gratitude.
Fila was so focused on venting her emotions that she didn't notice that Nelia's expression was a little stiff.
Madam Rongyue said, "Weiyi, come to me."
Jiang Xingyao changed her name, and in front of outsiders, Madam Rongyue still called her Weiyi.
As soon as Jiang Xingyao approached, Madam Rongyue blocked her behind her, her voice cold: "Nilia, it seems you haven't made things clear with your people. In that case, this exchange is indeed unnecessary."
Whether it's me or my only child, we invited you to come here. Since your students don't welcome us, we'll leave now.
"Rong, don't get so agitated. There might be some misunderstanding. Let's sit down and discuss it properly." Nilia was clearly a little nervous.
Madam Rongyue said, "There's no need for that. I know our only virtue; she's always been patient. If your student hadn't gone too far, she wouldn't have retaliated."
Let's leave it at that for now, we'll be going now.
Nilia tried to persuade her to stay, but Lady Rongyue left quickly this time without looking back.
Seeing that she had indeed failed to keep the person, she turned to her three students, especially Tyre: "Tyre, didn't I tell you to take good care of your junior sister?"
What happened?
Tyr briefly recounted what had happened to Nelia, while Fila said, "Teacher, why are you so nervous? You are the most powerful master in our country. If they leave now, they will be the ones who regret it."
Nelia glared at her, her expression somewhat distorted. She didn't offer any explanation for the matter, but simply said to Tyre, "Gaining guidance from Lady Rongyue is of paramount importance to you. You must find a way to bring her back."
Even though she didn't say it outright, her apprentices could vaguely guess what was going on from her anxious expression.
Jiang Xingyao returned to the hotel with Madam Rongyue, still feeling a little apologetic: "Aunt Yue, have I caused you any trouble?"
Madam Rongyue said, "This is no trouble at all. You did the right thing. They invited us first. They can't even control their own people. If we swallow this insult, they will only become more and more unreasonable in the future."
"That woman, Nelia, is quite cunning; she's probably well aware of her student's personality."
Jiang Xingyao roughly understood that today's incident was tacitly approved by Nilia. She wanted to test Madam Rongyue's attitude, which would determine the order of their interactions in the future.
Jiang Xingyao could also sense that Madam Rongyue didn't seem to like Master Nilia. She asked, "Aunt Yue, she was the one who begged you for this, and you don't even like her that much, so why did you agree?"
Madam Rongyue said, "Although she is not a very good person and is very scheming, she is indeed more skilled than me in composing. I want you to go and learn something from her."
Hearing that Madam Rongyue was thinking of her wholeheartedly, Jiang Xingyao was deeply moved. Although she was not easily moved, her eyes were now a little sore: "Aunt Yue, thank you."
Madam Rongyue patted her on the shoulder: "Why are you being so polite? To be honest, I've been treating you like my own daughter all this time."
"Yaoyao, I know what you've been through. Just keep moving forward boldly. From now on, Aunt Yue will support you in this industry."
Looking at Madam Rongyue's gentle face, Jiang Xingyao vaguely thought of Qu Xinting. If Qu Xinting were half as good as Madam Rongyue, she probably wouldn't have broken off relations with Qu Xinting.
No, if Qu Xinting had treated her even a tenth as well as Madam Rongyue, she wouldn't have been willing to abandon her mother.
The next morning, Jiang Xingyao had just finished washing up when there was a knock on the hotel door. Standing at the door were Tai'er and his two companions.
When they saw Jiang Xingyao again, the three of them were much more accommodating. The initial arrogance was gone. It was Tyr who took the lead and apologized to Jiang Xingyao in broken Chinese.
Even the most arrogant Fira bowed her head today, it seems Master Nelia had given them a good scolding yesterday.
Jiang Xingyao led them into the house: "Aunt Yue, you two chat first, I'll go downstairs to get breakfast."
Madam Rongyue nodded. When Jiang Xingyao went out, she could still see that the three people seemed a little uneasy.
To give them enough time, Jiang Xingyao waited for half an hour before returning. The three people had already left, and only Madam Rongyue was in the room. Without letting Jiang Xingyao ask, she took the initiative to say, "Let's get ready and go tonight."
That guy, Tyre, is the athlete who will represent country M in the competition next. That woman, Nelia, went to such lengths to beg him because of him. Keep a close eye on him when you go tomorrow.”
“I understand,” Jiang Xingyao said.
Even without Madam Rongyue saying anything, Jiang Xingyao had already guessed a thing or two.
Those three were clearly led by Tyre.
When Nelia asked questions, she habitually looked for Tyr first, which was enough to show that Tyr was special among them.
That evening, when Jiang Xingyao arrived at Nilia's studio with Madam Rongyue, the attitude of those people was indeed different. The three of them respectfully led them into the house. Perhaps they had discussed it beforehand, because when they spoke to Jiang Xingyao, all three of them used somewhat broken Chinese.
Jiang Xingyao then said, "Senior Brother Tai'er, you don't need to do this deliberately. In this normal communication situation, I can speak your language."
The group exchanged glances and gave each other a slightly awkward laugh.
Meanwhile, Nilia stood to the side and began exchanging pleasantries with Lady Rongyue.
The studio was already filled with pianos. Madam Rongyue and Nelia each played a piece first. Fila sat next to Jiang Xingyao, and Nelia was completely absorbed in her playing.
When it was Lady Rongyue's turn, her face showed a hint of disdain. But when she heard Lady Rongyue's music, her expression changed constantly, sometimes shocked, sometimes strange, until finally only admiration remained.
Jiang Xingyao glanced at her without showing any emotion. This Fei La was sharp-tongued, but her thoughts were very simple, and everything was written on her face.
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