Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1052: 1027: The Complete Für Elise

Beethoven sipped some iced coffee and suddenly paused in surprise.

This iced coffee tasted incredibly refreshing.

Amazing, after tasting the iced coffee, a wave of coolness swept through his entire body.

Above all, his heart felt chilled and utterly at ease.

“This iced coffee tastes absolutely amazing.”

Beethoven downed the entire iced coffee in a single gulp.

He had never encountered such a delightful drink before.

Coffee alone sharpens the mind, but chilled like this, it delivers an intensified boost of clarity and invigoration.

“Young fellow, your iced coffee works wonders. After sipping it, I felt exceptionally at ease, and all my worries vanished completely.”

Ye Chen grinned; this reaction was entirely expected.

Considering everything, this iced coffee came from 21st-century tech.

Folks from that time had no clue about such tasty delights.

Yet watching Beethoven, Ye Chen felt a surge of thrill.

Beethoven stood as the piano legend, with feats in piano lore nearly unmatched.

Beethoven chuckled and remarked, “I’m set to play for the Queen of England shortly, and frankly, I’m feeling a tad anxious.”

Ye Chen was taken aback.

Even the piano deity, Beethoven, experienced nerves.

But shortly after, Ye Chen got it.

Beethoven was merely in his early twenties, fresh into his career, so jitters made perfect sense.

“Alas, I’ve pondered endlessly over which tune to present to the Empress, yet despite all my efforts, nothing fits just right.”

“On this composition, I’ve hit a wall right in the middle. I’m clueless on how to proceed with it.”

Beethoven wore a look of clear distress.

Inspiration held massive weight in crafting music.

He’d just captured a spark and penned the opening section.

As for the closing part, he drew a total blank.

Ye Chen inquired, “What composition are you working on?”

Beethoven answered, “It’s called ‘Für Elise,’ meant originally for the Empress.”

Hearing that, Ye Chen went still.

He knew this work intimately.

It became a wildly renowned piano composition in times to come.

This tune wielded profound influence over future artists.

To think Beethoven faced a snag in creating it.

Ye Chen suggested, “Would you mind performing this piece so I can hear it?”

Listening to Beethoven deliver “Für Elise” in person would be pure bliss.

He wondered too about any variances from the later-era versions in Beethoven’s take on “Für Elise.”

The prospect of catching Beethoven’s live “Für Elise” filled him with delight.

Beethoven ranked among Ye Chen’s personal heroes.

Beethoven gazed at Ye Chen, momentarily astonished.

“Certainly.”

For whatever reason, Beethoven sensed Ye Chen carried a divine presence.

Ye Chen’s vibe evoked a sense of pure grace.

And that iced coffee he’d shared earlier proved truly magical.

After tasting it, a real sense of renewal washed over him.

“However, I’ve only penned about half of this piece and can’t push forward from there.”

With those words, Beethoven launched into “Für Elise.”

Ding-ding-ding!

A cascade of charming notes filled the air.

Ye Chen stood mesmerized right away.

This lively melody matched precisely what he recalled from future times.

Still, the future renditions came from other performers, lacking the spellbinding touch of Beethoven’s hands.

As the originator and piano supreme, Beethoven’s playing effortlessly surpassed those later experts.

If later artists merely evoked emotion, Beethoven infused pure essence.

Ye Chen lost himself in the melody until Beethoven abruptly halted.

Then, Beethoven’s face twisted in agony.

He’d exhausted his ideas for the music’s end.

Inspiration in music strikes like lightning.

In that instant, Beethoven found no path ahead.

For a virtuoso who lived for music, such a block felt torturous.

Ye Chen savored the sounds until the cutoff hit.

This abrupt end left him uneasy too.

Beethoven’s skill captivated him fully.

Such piano mastery represented human perfection.

“Oh, Mr. Ye, forgive me, I cannot go on.”

Beethoven cherished this melody deeply.

But without inspiration, regret gnawed at him.

“I figured the clarity would spark ideas, but no luck.”

Disappointment etched across Beethoven’s features.

“I adore this melody. The Empress would adore it in performance, but…”

Seeing Beethoven’s tormented look, Ye Chen grasped his turmoil.

Piano virtuosos obsessed over their works, nearly to obsession.

That fervor alone birthed enduring classics.

All at once, inspiration hit Ye Chen.

He’d encountered this melody earlier.

He could render the missing half for Beethoven.

Why not give the ending a go himself?

Catching Ye Chen’s suggestion, Beethoven stared in disbelief.

“You’re saying you’ll play the second half?”

Impossible, right?

Ye Chen seemed so youthful; Beethoven doubted he could tackle what stumped him.

Perhaps this youth held real insight?

Beethoven viewed Ye Chen as an enigmatic figure from the East.

If he claimed it, he must grasp the emotion.

Ye Chen beamed and settled at the piano bench.

In his thoughts, the full melody already danced.

Ye Chen’s fingers flew over the keys.

In a flash, a stunning tune sprang from his touch.

Beethoven froze in awe.

This composition rang with sheer beauty.

The opening he’d made was spot on.

But the following notes captured precisely his vision.

Incredible, this fellow was a true prodigy.

Beethoven held great pride.

He admired no one usually.

Yet now, Ye Chen won him over completely.

He sensed Ye Chen’s command of music exceeded his.

Beethoven surrendered to the sounds.

The feeling proved exquisite.

This captured the exact mood he aimed for.

The sections blended without a hitch.

“Amazing, this nails the sensation I sought.”

“Unbelievable, the link between these parts flows flawlessly.”

“In my vision, this forms the ultimate piece.”

As the notes faded, Beethoven rose in shock, clutching Ye Chen’s hands firmly.

“Mr. Ye, you’re phenomenal; you’ve finished this work for me.”

Now, Beethoven’s thoughts overflowed with fresh sparks.

Without delay, he jotted down the whole score.

Beethoven exclaimed with joy, “Mr. Ye, may I add your name to it? We built it side by side, after all.”

Ye Chen declined, “No need, Mr. Beethoven. I’m not of this era; it wouldn’t suit to list me.”

Beethoven eyed Ye Chen with deep respect.

Shunning glory and riches, this was a music immortal.