Rebirth of Siheyuan starts in the 1980s

"Cao Sang, do you think this is too much? Is it too much?"

Well, at this moment, Masashi Zuoda, who was blushing, was already a little drunk.

Also because he was drunk, he could no longer speak poor Chinese and spent the whole time speaking Japanese.

In response to this, what Cao Zhiqiang could do was to smile bitterly, then fill up another glass of wine and give the other party a drink directly.

Anyway, the other person seems to be drunk, so just let him get drunk.

After all, in Cao Zhiqiang's view, the Japanese singer was just a tool, and the main target of their trip was Director Chen of CCTV.

But now, Masashi Zuoda is drunk and speaks all kinds of Japanese, and no one else can understand him, which makes the atmosphere very awkward.

In this case, it would be better to just drink him down, lest he yell and babble in Japanese and attract other diners to see him, which would be so embarrassing.

For this reason, Cao Zhiqiang specially asked for brandy, and then he poured brandy for Zuoda Masashi throughout the whole process.

As for Zuoda Masashi, I don't know if it's because he was drunk. He obviously doesn't have the ability to drink, but he prefers to drink.

Especially after the brandy came, his eyes shone brightly, he shouted and drank one cup after another, and then within a few seconds, he lay down on the table and fell unconscious.

Seeing the yelling Japanese friend passed out drunk at the wine table, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then started to change glasses and began a formal Chinese social interaction.

That's right, at this table, except for Masashi Zuda, a Japanese who is drunk, the other four people are just tipsy. This is the best time to socialize.

There is no way, except for Cao Zhiqiang, the other three people here grew up drinking Chinese liquor and are well versed in the wine table culture.

If you are used to drinking high-alcohol liquor in China, drinking low-alcohol wine here is no different from drinking beer.

As for Cao Zhiqiang, his physical fitness is very good and he relies entirely on his innate quality to resist.

Therefore, Masashi-kun Zuoda, who has a poor alcohol tolerance, fell into the hands of these big wine vats, and it was not a loss at all.

In fact, by this time, Cao Zhiqiang had already discovered a very interesting problem.

That is, it turns out that Masashi Sabota’s Chinese is terrible, and he is the guy who really only knows a few words in Chinese.

Without an interpreter, Masashi Sabota would not be able to communicate normally with Chinese people. His so-called knowledge of Chinese is just simple words such as "hello", "good food", "how much is it", etc., which are similar to the English "

"Hello", "Enough", "Hello".

But this is not what surprised Cao Zhiqiang the most. What really surprised him was that neither Chen Hanyuan nor Dai Weiyu could speak Japanese.

Neither of them spoke Japanese, but they came to negotiate with a Japanese whose Chinese was very poor and could almost be said to be non-Chinese. This operation really confused Cao Zhiqiang.

Fortunately, Masashi Zuotian is already drunk at the wine table. As for the others, after some exchange of cups and introductions, they have gotten to know each other to a certain extent. They know that they are all in the same circle, and the relationship will naturally develop quickly.

heating up.

At this time, although we can't all call ourselves brothers, chop off chicken heads and burn yellow paper, we can still ask ordinary questions like this.

After asking, I found out that the two people came with an interpreter, but that interpreter suddenly had a stomachache and went to the toilet, and he has not come back yet.

Then, before the translator came back, Masashi Sabota came, and they had no choice but to say hello.

Then, Cao Zhiqiang and Yu Deli came over and insisted on having dinner together.

After that, they have been eating here for almost an hour, and the translator who went to the toilet has not come back yet.

Before, they had been eating, drinking and chatting happily, and they had completely forgotten about the poor guy.

Now that I'm talking about the language issue, I remember that they also have a translator.

"Is something going to happen?" Cao Zhiqiang couldn't help but frown after hearing this.

"It shouldn't be the case, right?" Dai Weiyu frowned, "He was fine before?"

"Could it be that he ate something unclean?" Yu Deli asked.

Dai Weiyu shook his head: "Didn't he eat anything before? By the way, after he came here, he just drank some coffee and ate some of the fruit plate here... The things here can't be unhygienic, right?"

"Is there milk in the coffee?" Cao Zhiqiang suddenly asked.

"He added a lot." Dai Weiyu nodded, "He also added a lot."

"He may be lactose intolerant, that is, he is not used to drinking milk." Cao Zhiqiang said.

"I guess this is one of the causes of diarrhea.

Of course, it may not be this reason, it may be other reasons, but no matter what, you should go and have a look, right?

It has been almost an hour. If you have been in the toilet for such a long time, nothing will really happen.

Diarrhea can be big or small, and if it's serious, it can kill someone."

"Let me go take a look." Director Dai stood up.

"How about I come with you?" Cao Zhiqiang also stood up.

"No need." Director Dai smiled, "It's not a big deal. Just wait here and I'll come as soon as I can."

After saying that, the middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit left in a hurry and went to the toilet here.

At this time, Director Chen suddenly looked at Cao Zhiqiang: "Xiao Cao, I didn't expect you to be the poet Qiangzi. Do you know that many people in our station like your poems, and so do I."

"No, no." Cao Zhiqiang chuckled, "It's all because of others' love."

"By the way." Director Chen said, "I heard that you are the general manager of the publishing house, and the publishing house is about to open? When will it open? Then I will go and support you and make a living?"

"Soon." Cao Zhiqiang said with a smile, "The specific time has not been determined yet, but as soon as it opens, I will notify you then."

"That's good." Director Chen nodded with a smile, "It's best to inform me two or three days in advance, otherwise I'm afraid something might happen and I won't be able to get away."

"Absolutely." Cao Zhiqiang smiled and nodded.

But soon, Cao Zhiqiang suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, Director Chen, I just heard from you that you are working on a large-scale documentary TV series called Talking about the Yangtze River, right?"

"That's right." Director Chen said, "It's basically completed, but there's still a shortage of materials. That's why we came to negotiate with Mr. Zuotian, who gave him good materials."

"So, does this documentary have a theme song?" Cao Zhiqiang asked.

"Theme song?" Director Chen said, "Yes, of course."

"Are there any lyrics?" Cao Zhiqiang asked again.

"That's not true." Director Chen shook his head.

"That is a piece of pure music, just to set off the picture itself and to highlight the effect. What lyrics are needed?

The scenery of the Yangtze River itself is the best lyrics."

Cao Zhiqiang narrowed his eyes: "Director Chen, to be offensive, I think your idea is not very good.

Speaking of The Yangtze River, although I haven’t seen the original film, just from the name, I know it is a very majestic and good film.

A good program like this would be in trouble if it didn't have good lyrics that fit the occasion.

There may be music but no songs, and the artistic conception may be there, but it cannot reflect the indomitable fighting spirit of our Chinese people and the dazzling and glorious history.

Otherwise, how about you show me the original film and the theme song later, and I can write the lyrics for you?"

Director Chen was stunned: "If I heard correctly, you want to write lyrics for my show's theme song?"

"That's right!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded.

"Actually, as soon as Director Chen mentioned the name of the documentary, that is, when you talked about the Yangtze River, I was immediately interested, and at that time I had the urge to write a song for it.

But since you already have the music, I can only do the next best thing and see if I can write lyrics.

Of course, I do this for free and don’t charge you a penny!”

Director Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Haha, let's talk about it later."

Seeing Director Chen's attitude, Cao Zhiqiang said quickly: "Director Chen, I know you are not familiar with me and don't trust me very much, but you have always read my poems, right?

Poetry is not divided into different genres. Since I can write good poems that are popular among people, of course I can also write good songs that are popular among people.

Anyway, the documentary hasn't been officially released yet, so you asked me to watch the film, listen to the music, and then see if I can write good lyrics.

With good music and good lyrics, this is a perfect theme song. Without lyrics, it lacks soul.

If you are not satisfied with the lyrics I wrote, just say it directly, it doesn't matter, just give me a chance to enjoy it.

But if you are satisfied, I hope the lyrics I wrote can be sung on your show, what do you think?"

Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang also kicked Yu Deli under the table.

Yu Deli didn't know why, but since Cao Zhiqiang kicked him, of course he asked him to assist.

So Yu Deli also followed: "Yes, Director Chen, our manager Cao is also very enthusiastic, you should give him a chance, if it works, even if it doesn't work, you can't not even give him a chance to try, you said

right?"

Director Chen frowned, feeling that it would not be a good idea to reject him directly, after all, he had just been bitten by his tongue.

Thinking of this, Director Chen smiled slightly and said: "In that case... okay, you can come to Taiwan at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon to see me, and I will let you see the original film and listen to the music."

"That's it!" Cao Zhiqiang said with a smile.

As soon as Cao Zhiqiang said this, he suddenly saw Director Dai running over in a hurry.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Director Dai, who had some sweat on his forehead, looked a little panicked at this time.

"Director, Xiao Zhou, he, he, he fainted in the toilet!"