"They say Qingjiang is a major music province, but it doesn't seem all that impressive."
"It may only be the preliminaries, but some of these players can't even handle the basics!"
At the judges' table.
The two judges seated near the middle frowned and delivered sharp critiques.
Both were around forty. One was a university professor with an academic background, named He Shumo. He wore glasses and looked refined.
The other was a pianist named Yao Han, who spoke more bluntly and boldly.
This Parrot Qin Cup had three specially invited judges from the China Musicians Association in the capital.
Besides the renowned international musician Tuoba Jianhui occupying the central seat, He Shumo and Yao Han were the other two.
Coming from the capital did not necessarily mean they were better than Qingjiang's local judges, but their status made their opinions more likely to draw the attention and consideration of reporters and the other judges.
An hour had passed since the competition began, and dozens of contestants had already finished performing.
Yet in the eyes of those two, the overall standard of those dozens of contestants was clearly disappointing. Many had not even reached the stage where one could judge their "expressiveness" or "emotion." They could not even make it through the score without mistakes.
It was hard to imagine that this was supposedly the competition representing the highest standard in Qingjiang.
"I think Qingjiang only produced Senior Gan Hua, so its overall standard has been overrated?"
After watching for a while, Yao Han gradually lost interest. He leaned back in his chair and spoke in a flippant tone.
Of course, these were discussions held behind closed doors. No reporters or cameras would record them, so they spoke more boldly than they would in front of the lens.
He Shumo