Goldfinger is a bit strange

Mitsui's Chinese was not very proficient, but everyone could still hear him clearly, and they all looked at Liu Qingshan involuntarily.

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

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Qingshan was calm and calm. He smiled and nodded at Mitsui-kun: "Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns. How is Mitsui-kun always doing?"

"I'm also a little curious as to why Mitsui-kun is here. Could it be that he thinks he has no talent for business and has switched to music?"

In Liu Qingshan's mind, Mitsui Mu's status was still very high, second only to Young Master Li, and he was the second-ranked money-giving boy.

The first money Liu Qingshan made when he started his business was thanks to Mr. Mitsui.

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

"I can't believe that Liu Sang, you are just pretending to be here."

This was the second time in just a few minutes that Liu Qingshan had heard the word "meaningful". Liu Qingshan must have a strong psychological quality, otherwise, he would probably have self-doubt.

Because Mitsui Mu suddenly became angry, the originally relatively harmonious atmosphere became a bit awkward.

"Haha, China and Japan share the same culture, so there is no need to argue too much. Gentlemen, Mr. Ozawa, please take your seats first."

The leader who accompanied us was of high quality, and he eased the atmosphere with just a few words.

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

This person's hair is quite long and somewhat gray, giving him a very unique temperament.

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

Walking all the way to the front, there were two rows of chairs in front, obviously for leaders and foreign guests.

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

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

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

And unexpectedly, conductor Ozawa spoke Mandarin well, with a bit of the capital's local accent.

In fact, Ozawa was born in Shenyang, then moved to Peiping, where he lived until he entered 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 habit.

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

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

The leader who just told him covered his face: It’s for nothing. I told you to talk less and watch more. What should I do if I show timidity in front of foreign guests?

The smile on Conductor Ozawa's face was also very friendly: "You are Mr. Mount Liu, I have admired your name for a long time."

People in the folk orchestra around him were a little confused: What is going on? How could a world-renowned conductor like Mr. Ozawa, who ignored all the performers, have such a good time talking to a layman?

Liu Qingshan chatted and laughed with Conductor Ozawa for a while, and then said: "Mr. Ozawa, everyone is waiting to communicate with you. I can't just be beautiful."

"Okay, let's talk later." Ozawa then stood up and continued talking to others.

He has a kind attitude and is friendly to others. He quickly won everyone's favor and the atmosphere of communication was very harmonious.

Musicians from other island countries are also similar. Most of the musical instruments from the island countries were passed from here, so they have a lot of common topics.

Only Mr. Mitsui seemed a little idle, so this guy came up to Liu Qingshan:

"I heard that some people are overestimating their capabilities and are planning to research mobile phones?"

"Haha, it's not that I underestimate your level of electronics. Maybe in a few decades, you may be able to research it."

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

Isn’t this why the pot should be lifted if it is not opened?

Mitsui Mu suddenly choked. Thinking of all the past events, he suddenly felt that his breath was held in his chest and abdomen. He couldn't come up or go down. It was so uncomfortable.

Thinking about losing to this guy in bets several times, Mitsui couldn't help but feel angry.

Since the opportunity for revenge was offered to him, how could Mitsui refuse: "Okay, let's bet. A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

This guy's understanding of Chinese culture is at least better than Sir Wei's, so he doesn't think it's hard to catch him.

Liu Qingshan looked calm and calm: "Then what do you want to bet on? I will accompany you."

Then he added: "You'd better add a deadline. I don't want to be said that I can't win without force."

The more disdainful Liu Qingshan's attitude became, the more angry Mitsui Mu became. He stared closely into Liu Qingshan's eyes and said viciously:

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

Liu Qingshan smiled: "I don't like to take advantage, so I would like to remind you that there must be requirements for the performance or sales of mobile phones. We can't just make one and count."

Don't like taking advantage? Mitsui almost laughed angrily.

However, he felt that the latter request was relatively fair and needed to be carefully considered, lest the other party's creation of a brick machine would count, so who should he ask to reason with.

"There are still bets. How do you calculate them? Mitsui-kun, do you want to play a big one?"

Liu Qingshan looked relaxed on the surface, but he was even happier in his heart: it would be a waste not to kill such a fool who came to his door.

After hearing what Liu Qingshan said, Sanjiu Mu felt a little timid, mainly because the previous bet had left him with a great psychological shadow.

"Sanjiu-kun, if you are not interested, forget it."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, as if he was not going to pay attention to the other party.

Sanjiu Mu thought that the other party was looking for a way out, and he certainly could not let go of this opportunity for revenge, so he immediately said:

"Okay, then if you lose, I want your Earth Network!"

This guy had investigated some of Liu Qingshan's business behaviors behind the scenes, and knew that the owner of the Earth Network, which is now very popular in the United States, is Liu Qingshan.

"You have a big appetite, okay, but I want to know what Mr. Sanjiu's chips are?"

Liu Qingshan also nodded. Now the market value of the Earth Network has exceeded 1 billion, and it has a bright future. Sanjiu is really greedy.

But it's better this way. No matter how greedy you are, you have to bring out enough chips to make it work.

Mitsui Mu obviously also knows the importance of this matter. If it's a few million or tens of millions, he can make the final decision.

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

"I'll go out and make a phone call." Mitsui Mu is going to report this matter. On the one hand, it's revenge for himself, and on the other hand, it's also a rare opportunity for the company. wWw.7

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

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Then please hurry up, Mitsui-kun."

Then he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Don't take on porcelain work if you don't have diamond drills."

But Mitsui Mu can still hear it, and he also understands the meaning of this proverb.

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

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

Liu Qingshan also knew that this kind of business bet was of great importance and would not be easily achieved, so he was not in a hurry and just beat the child when it rained.

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

This was also within the scope of communication. Fists were always in hand and songs were always in mouth. They had to be practiced.

First, someone from the national orchestra played a song called Erquan Yingyue. It was the girl named Yu just now.

Her technique was completely fine. It might be due to her age or experience. In Liu Qingshan's opinion, she still needed to practice in terms of emotional control.

In fact, at a certain level, everyone's skills were similar, and the competition was not on the technical level.

This girl was still too young.

After the performance, Xiao Yu's face flushed slightly due to excitement. After bowing, she said to Xiao Ze, "Please give me more advice."

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

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

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

"It's embarrassing. I said I wanted to play horse racing, but the band leader asked me to play Erquan, saying that it was more meaningful."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing: This girl is quite straightforward. Is it really okay to say that about your band leader?

Sister Zhang said unforgivingly: "Now you know you are embarrassed, what did you do earlier? Here is a piece of advice for you. If you want to play Erquan well, you will not be able to do it without the hardships of life."

"You!" Xiao Yu's eyes widened, but she had nothing to refute, because the band leader had said the same thing to her, and the band leader happened to be her father.

The performance on the stage continued, one after another, and the audience applauded continuously.

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

At this time, Mr. Kondo, a performer from the island country, came on stage. He was holding an ancient musical instrument: the 觱篥.

This is a double-reed instrument that was introduced to China from the Western Regions and then to Japan during the Tang Dynasty.

Kondo played a self-composed song: The End of Summer.

The sound of the 秱篥 originally carried a bit of sadness, so it was also called the sad 积 in ancient times.

This piece of music has the mood of lamenting the passing 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, it was popular to cover songs of the island country. No wonder some people joked that Miyuki Nakajima alone supported most of the Chinese music scene.

After the song, everyone responded with warm applause.

Kondo also bowed on the stage and said something. He didn't speak Mandarin, but the translator in the audience translated it diligently:

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

The people in the audience were stunned, and then many people in the national orchestra changed their faces: This kind of words is not friendly at all.

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

The leader who accompanied the foreign guests was a little embarrassed and complained in his heart that Kondo was too ignorant, but there was nothing he could do as the leader could not control the foreign guests.

And Mr. Kondo on the stage kept shaking his head, looking regretful, and slowly walked down the stage.

"Wait, you think you are so great just because you can play the pipa, you are not qualified to say such things!"

Sister Zhang's temper was of course unbearable, and she yelled, well, she is worthy of being a rock singer, the whole audience was shaking and buzzing.

After asking the translator, Kondo spread his hands generously: "I only speak with instruments, not with voices."

Hey, I can't deal with you today...

Sister Zhang wanted to rush up and argue with the other party, but was pulled by Liu Qingshan.

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

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

Everyone was ashamed: Do you think it's a street fight between gangsters?

At this time, Commander Ozawa also said a few words to the stage. Although Kondo was still unconvinced, he didn't dare to argue with Ozawa.

Sister Zhang was still arguing, asking Liu Qingshan to go up and play to put down the other party's arrogance.

"Don't go up and embarrass yourself, okay?"

Miss Yu also tried to dissuade him, but it was hard to hear. Are all musicians like this, only able to play and sing, but not speak?

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

He had not convinced his compatriots just now, so he destroyed the original intention of friendly exchanges, which was difficult for Ozawa to do.

Ozawa had seen the video of Liu Qingshan playing the ancient Xun, which should have left Kondo with a lesson he would never forget.

This was also a way for Ozawa to sharpen the younger generation, so that he knew that there are always people who are better than you.

"Then I will be disrespectful."

Liu Qingshan was also unhappy with Kondo, so he asked the people in the folk music band: "Do you have Xun? Bring one to play?"

Play Xun?

This is really a bit obscure, but after all, it is a folk music band with a deep foundation, and soon someone brought one.

"Can you do it?" Miss Yu asked.

"You will know if you try it!" Sister Zhang replied domineeringly.

Liu Qingshan walked slowly to the stage. Several leaders wanted to stop him, but it was conductor Ozawa who invited him just now, so they could only wait and see.

The performers of the folk music band were also ready to play their best pieces and show Kondo a good show.

Liu Qingshan walked to the stage, nodded slightly to the people below, then slowly closed his eyes and put the clay flute in front of his lips.

The melodious sound of the flute slowly drifted away.

Tsk!

A chuckle came from Kondo's mouth: "The level of this playing is really bad, how can you dare to go on stage?"

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

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The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that were bustling in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy at this moment.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remained, unable to distinguish one from the other, shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

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