Hello, 1983

Mitsui Mu's Chinese is not very proficient, but everyone can still hear it clearly, and can't help but look at Liu Qingshan.

It is estimated that most of the people present were a little confused: Who is this person?

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Liu Qingshan was calm, he smiled and nodded to Mitsuigi: "I haven't seen you for a day, like every three autumns, how is Mitsui-kun all along?"

"I'm also a little curious, why did Mitsui-kun appear here? Is it because he thinks that he has no talent for business, so did he change to music?"

This Mitsui wood, in Liu Qingshan's mind, still has a very high status, second only to Li Dashao, and is the second richest boy.

For Liu Qingshan's first money, he must thank Mr. Mitsui.

Mitsui Wood sneered and said proudly: "This friendly exchange is sponsored by our Mitsui Co., Ltd., of course I am qualified to accompany me."

"Unexpectedly, Liu Sang, you are here to make up your mind."

This is the second time in just a few minutes that I have heard the word "sufficiency". Liu Qingshan must have a strong psychological quality. Otherwise, he will probably have self-doubt.

Because Mitsui wood suddenly attacked, so that the originally harmonious atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

"Haha, China and Japan share the same culture, so you don't have to worry too much. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Ozawa, please take a seat first."

Or the leaders who accompanied him were of a high level, and a few words eased the atmosphere.

Leader Wen reached out to the man in his fifties at the front and made a gesture of invitation.

The hair is quite long, some gray, and looks very unique.

With a warm smile on his face, he politely nodded towards Liu Qingshan, but he didn't say much and walked slowly.

Going straight to the front, there are two rows of chairs in front of them, obviously for leaders and foreign guests.

Commander Ozawa suddenly stopped, then waved his hand and said in Chinese:

"We are not politicians, we are all colleagues and friends, we just sit together."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but feel good about this Ozawa commander.

And unexpectedly, the mandarin commanded by Ozawa speaks well,

Also with a bit of the local accent of the capital.

In fact, Ozawa was born in Shenyang, then moved to Peiping, and lived here until elementary school before returning to the island country.

It's just that the leaders are a little embarrassed, because such an arrangement is also a matter of habit.

After Mr. Ozawa finished speaking, he walked to the bottom, and there happened to be an empty seat on the other side of Liu Qingshan, and he was sitting there.

"Hello, Mr. Ozawa, I have long admired the name." Liu Qingshan extended his hand politely and shook hands with him.

The leader who told him just now covered his face: I said it for nothing. I told you to talk less and read more. What should I do if I show my timidity in front of foreign guests?

The smile on Commander Ozawa's face is also very friendly: "You are Mr. Mountain Liu, and I have long admired his name."

The people around the folk orchestra were a little stunned: what's the situation, Mr. Ozawa, a world-renowned conductor, ignores the performers with eyes full of eyes, how can he have a good conversation with a layman?

Liu Qingshan chatted and laughed with Commander Ozawa, and then said, "Mr. Ozawa, everyone is waiting to communicate with you, I can't specialize in beauty."

"Okay, we'll talk later." Commander Ozawa stood up and continued to talk to others.

He was kind and friendly, and he quickly won everyone's favor. The atmosphere of communication was very harmonious.

The musicians from other island countries are similar, and most of the musical instruments from the island countries are passed down from here, so they have a lot of common topics.

Only Mr. Mitsui seemed to be doing nothing, but this guy came up to Liu Qingshan:

"I heard that there are people who are out of their control and are going to study mobile phones?"

"Haha, it's not that I despise your level of electronics. Maybe after a few decades, you may be able to study it."

Liu Qingshan glanced at him and said slowly, "Do you want to bet?"

This is not which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

Mitsui Mu was choked for a moment, remembering all the previous things, and suddenly felt a breath in his chest and abdomen, unable to go up and down, so uncomfortable.

Thinking of losing several bets to this guy, Mitsui Mu couldn't help feeling angry.

Since the opportunity for revenge was offered on his own initiative, how could Mitsuigi refuse: "Okay, bet as much as you can, a gentleman's word is hard to chase after a horse."

This guy's understanding of Chinese culture is at least better than that of Lord Wei, and it's hard to chase him if he doesn't get it right.

Liu Qingshan had a calm look: "Then you say, what are you gambling, I will accompany you."

Then he added: "You'd better add a deadline, I don't want to be told that victory is impossible."

The more disdainful Liu Qingshan's attitude, the more anger in Mitsui Mu's heart, he stared at Liu Qingshan's eyes tightly, and said viciously:

"Then in ten years, no, five years, within five years, if your bird company can develop a mobile phone, you will win."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "I don't like to take advantage, so I want to remind you that there must be a requirement for the performance or sales of mobile phones. We can't just come up with one and count it."

Don't like to take advantage? Mitsuigi almost laughed angrily.

However, he felt that the latter requirement was relatively fair, and he needed to think about it carefully, lest the other party come up with a brick-and-mortar machine that would count, so he would find someone to reason with.

"There are still bets, how do you calculate it, Mitsu-kun, do you want to play a big one?"

Liu Qingshan is relaxed on the surface, but more happy in his heart: This kind of swindler who is sent to the door will not be slaughtered.

Hearing what Liu Qingshan said, Mitsui Mu was a little timid in his heart, mainly because of his previous bet, which caused a great psychological shadow on him.

"Mitsui-kun, if you're not interested, then forget it."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, as if he was not ready to deal with the other side.

However, Mitsui Mu thought that the other party was asking for a step by himself. Of course, he could not let go of this opportunity for revenge, and said immediately:

"Okay, then if you lose, I want your earth net!"

This guy has investigated some of Liu Qingshan's business practices behind him. He knows that the owner of the popular Earth Network in the United States is Liu Qingshan.

"The appetite is not small, yes, but I want to know, what is Mr. Mitsui's bargaining chip?"

Liu Qingshan also nodded, now that the market value of the earth network has exceeded one billion, and the future is promising, this guy Mitsui is really greedy.

But this is the best way. No matter how greedy you are, you have to come up with enough equivalent chips.

Mitsuigi obviously also knows the importance of this matter. If it is millions or tens of millions, he can make a decision.

Hundreds of millions or even billions of funds are super-large investments for the company, and it is not something he can decide.

"I'll go out and make a phone call." Mitsui Mu was going to report the matter. On the one hand, it was to avenge himself. On the other hand, it was also a rare opportunity for the company.

I just don't know if the old antiques in the company have the guts.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Then trouble Mitsui-kun to hurry up."

Then he muttered in dissatisfaction: "If you don't have diamonds, don't work on porcelain."

But Mitsuigi can still hear it, and he also understands the meaning of this saying.

But this is indeed the case. From this point of view, Mitsui Mu and Liu Qingshan are really not equal.

After glaring at Liu Qingshan, Mitsui Mu hurriedly left the living room.

Liu Qingshan also knows that this kind of business gambling is of great importance and cannot be achieved so easily, so he is not in a hurry, so he beats the child on a rainy day.

At this time, applause suddenly broke out in the venue. It turned out that the performers of the two countries had already appeared on the stage and were ready to perform.

This is also within the scope of communication. The fist is not separated from the hand, and the song is not separated from the mouth. You have to pull it out to practice.

First, on the side of the Chinese Orchestra, someone played a piece of Erquan Yingyue, the girl named Yu just now.

Her technique is completely fine, it may be related to age or experience. From Liu Qingshan's hearing, she still needs experience to grasp her emotions.

In fact, to a certain extent, everyone's handles are similar, and the competition is not the technical level.

This girl is still too young.

After the performance, Xiao's face turned slightly red with excitement. After she bowed, she said to the conductor Ozawa, "Please give me more advice."

Mr. Ozawa smiled and applauded: "You played very well, but this piece is a little bit inappropriate for you. It seems that you are more suitable for playing some more cheerful pieces, such as horse racing."

Miss Yu was stunned for a moment, her face became even redder, and then she bowed again: "Thank you, Mr. Ozawa."

After returning to her seat, Miss Xiao stuck out her tongue and whispered to her colleagues around her:

"It's a shame. I said that I wanted to play horse racing, but the head of the group asked me to play Erquan, saying it was more meaningful."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but laugh: This girl is quite straightforward, so it's really good to say that you are the head of the group?

Big Sister Zhang said unforgivingly: "I know now that I have seen my eyes, what should I do earlier, and give you a piece of advice, if you want to pull Erquan well, you won't be able to do it without the tempering of life."

"You!" Miss Xiao glared at Danfeng's eyes, but she had nothing to refute, because the head of the regiment had also told her that, and the head of the regiment was her father.

The performance on the stage continued. After you played, I came on stage, and there was continuous applause from the audience.

Liu Qingshan also gradually immersed himself in the atmosphere of music, temporarily forgetting the disputes. The charm of music probably lies in this.

At this time, it was Mr. Kondo, a performer from the island country, who was holding an ancient musical instrument: the scorpion.

This is a kind of oboe, which was introduced into China from the Western Regions, and then spread to the East in the Tang Dynasty.

Kondo played his own tune: Summer's End.

The voice of the scorpion was originally a bit sad, so it was called the scorpion in ancient times.

And this song has a mood of lamenting the passage of time and the end of beautiful things, which makes the audience feel sad.

The music of the island country is still very developed. In the 1980s and 1990s, cover songs of the island country became popular. No wonder some people joked: One Nakajima Miyuki supports most of the Chinese music scene.

After the song was played, everyone responded with warm applause.

Kondo also bowed on the stage, and then said something in his mouth. He does not know Mandarin, but the translator under the stage still translated it dutifully:

"Such a good musical instrument has not been carried forward in China, but has been promoted by our island country. I don't know if it is your country's loss or our country's luck?"

The people in the audience couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then many people in the Chinese orchestra changed their expressions: This kind of thing is not friendly at all.

"What are you talking about, you—" Miss Yu, who played the erhu, wanted to say something, but the female companion next to her covered her mouth and kept whimpering.

The leader who accompanied the foreign guest was also a little bit down on face, and complained in his heart that Kondo was too ignorant, but he couldn't do anything, and the leader couldn't control the foreign guest.

On the stage, Mr. Kondo kept shaking his head, as if he was very sorry, and slowly walked down the stage.

"Wait, it's amazing to be able to make a joke, you have no right to say such a thing!"

Of course, Big Sister Zhang couldn't bear her violent temper. She shouted, "Well, as expected of singing rock and roll, the audience shook and buzzed."

After asking about the translator, Kondo spread his hands generously: "I only use musical instruments to speak, not my voice."

Hey, ma'am, I can't cure you today...

Sister Zhang wanted to rush up to have a good reasoning with the other party, but Liu Qingshan grabbed her arm.

When Sister Zhang saw Liu Qingshan, her eyes lit up, her other hand pointed towards the stage:

"You wait, wait for my boss to come and clean you up!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel ashamed: Do you think it was a street fight between gangsters?

At this time, Commander Ozawa also said something to the stage. Although the Kondo was still unconvinced, he did not dare to argue with Ozawa.

And Sister Zhang was still making a fuss, and asked Liu Qingshan to play to extinguish the other party's arrogance.

"Don't be ashamed, okay?"

Miss Yu was also beside her to discourage her. Even those words were very ugly. Could it be that all music players are like this, they only play and sing, but can't speak?

"Mr. Liu, we also want to listen to your masterpiece, can we?" The voice of Ozawa's commander suddenly came.

He also failed to convince his compatriots just now, so as to destroy the original intention of friendly exchanges, which is difficult for Ozawa to do.

Ozawa had seen the video of Liu Qingshan playing Gu Xun, which should have left Kondo with an unforgettable lesson.

This is also a means for Ozawa to sharpen his younger generation, telling him to know that there is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the human being.

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

Liu Qingshan was also unhappy at seeing that Kondo, so he asked the people in the folk band, "Is there a xun? Use one?"

blow xun?

This one is really unfamiliar, but after all, it is a folk band with a profound background, and someone will bring one soon.

"Can you do it?" Yu girl asked.

"You'll know if you try it!" Big Sister Zhang replied domineeringly.

Liu Qingshan walked slowly to the stage. Several leaders wanted to stop him, but he was invited by Commander Ozawa just now, so he could only wait and see.

The performers of the folk orchestra are also gearing up for each other, preparing to take out their best songs in a while and call that Kondo good-looking.

Liu Qingshan walked to the stage, nodded slightly, then slowly closed his eyes and put Tao Xun in front of his lips.

The melodious Xun sound slowly drifted away.

laugh!

A chuckle came from Kondo's mouth: "The level of this playing is really insane. Would you be embarrassed to go on stage?"