"Five pounds." Kaplan answered simply.

...Fan Ning, you are gambling with your life. Fan Ning kept a polite smile, but he felt very strange inside.

"Can you compose music?"

"I only know some simple musical form analysis."

"Have you ever practiced sight-singing or ear training?"

"Rehearsing now."

"...What have you learned as a conductor in half a year?"

"Make time."

Fan Ning felt that his head was getting bigger.

For a moment, he wanted to switch places between Kaplan and another assistant conductor who was in charge of rehearsing the substitute members.

How did the school recruit this guy? Is he a relative?

"Professor Fanning..." Kaplan smiled enthusiastically again, "Are you willing to let me collect the manuscript of your "Symphony No. 1"? I will pay six thousand pounds, and you can increase the price."

"...I probably know how the school recruited you." Fan Ning couldn't help but curse in his heart.

There were more and more musicians coming in, and he had no time to chat with this guy for the time being.

Forget it, just use him as a coolie.

The wall clock on the wall showed that it was three minutes past eight. Fan Ning stepped onto the podium and glanced at the musicians sitting behind the fan-shaped music stands.

Under his right hand, Roy's cello was leaning to the side, his hands on his knees, and he was looking at himself quietly.

Qiong, who was sitting in the middle seat at the back, seemed a little pale, which made Fan Ning briefly confused, but it was not convenient to ask at this time.

When Fan Ning glanced at the vacancies for the first violin position, he frowned, and then he found that there were quite a few vacancies, and his frown deepened.

"Kapulun, from now on, you will remember all the people who are late to enter the venue, accurate to the second." He ordered to the side.

Fan Ning did not lower his voice at all when he said this. His voice was very obvious in the rehearsal hall with a particularly good echo effect, and all the whispers in the crowd suddenly disappeared.

Kaplan nodded repeatedly, took out his notebook, unscrewed the pen, and "patrolled" back and forth between the wall clock and the door with very serious eyes.

A minute later, Julius walked into the rehearsal hall carrying the piano case and an elegant smile.

"Ta, ta, ta..." Amidst the sound of high-heeled shoes, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere today was a bit wrong, as if it was too quiet, and then she turned her head towards the podium.

"It's this again, I forgot I would see her today..." Fan Ning was looking at her with squinted eyes.

As early as the day when he was investigating the factory, he had already had murderous intentions towards her. Unexpectedly, she was still alive even after Cecil died...

Although Julius was a little uncomfortable, she didn't mind it and kept walking at a slower pace until she sat down in her position as the first violinist.

In the next ten minutes or so, more musicians took their seats one after another with a similar plot process.

After everyone arrived, Fan Ning finally spoke:

"In the team member assessment starting today, there will be 20 attendance points. One point will be deducted for each minute you are late. If you are less than one minute, it will be counted as one minute. Each point will be added up each time."

His eyes fell on Julius, jumped between a dozen specific seats, and then said again:
Chapter completed!