Hello 1983

"Boss, your team is okay, but if Michael doesn't retire, you have no chance." A straight man like Hunter, of course, has something to say.

Gang Leader Qiao announced his retirement for the first time in October last year, and then went to play baseball in style.

The old hooligan let go, but it caused an earthquake in the NBA. The Bulls suffered heavy losses. It is said that the direct economic loss exceeded one billion.

And the loss of the entire alliance exceeded tens of billions, which showed the influence of the old hooligan.

So even the president couldn't bear it later, so he invited Gang Leader Qiao, who had had enough fun, back.

However, during the gap of these two years, Liu Qingshan took advantage of it, and the Rockets won the championship for two consecutive years.

"We will still be champions next year." Liu Qingshan gave Hunter a dissatisfied look.

Adrian quickly complimented him: "Of course the boss has great vision. Now the market value of the team has at least doubled. Boss, there are many rich people thinking about buying the team. Do you want to make a move?"

"Not for sale!" Liu Qingshan knew that the team would appreciate more and more, so of course he would not sell.

And Adrian asked this, apparently because he thought that he had reached the point where he needed to sell assets frantically to pay off debts.

So Liu Qingshan added: "All my assets are high-quality assets, and I will never sell them!"

It can be clearly felt that everyone's spirits are lifted, Liu Qingshan said so, of course including their beloved Earth Network.

But Adrian was also a little puzzled: If you don't sell this, if you don't sell it, what will the boss use to pay off the debt?

At noon, Liu Qingshan had lunch with these people from Earth Net, and hurried back to his aunt's villa, because the second sister called, and there were several guests waiting for him.

In the living room, Grandpa Du and Liu Yinfeng were chatting with five or six people.

Most of these guests are in their 60s and [-]s, all of them have yellow skin and dark eyes, and they are obviously Chinese.

Seeing Liu Qingshan coming in, everyone got up one after another.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, while Liu Yinfeng introduced them: "This is Uncle Wang from San Francisco, and this is Uncle Zhao from the Big Apple City..."

It turned out that they were all representatives of the American Chinese Chamber of Commerce, and they were all relatively successful businessmen here.

Liu Qingshan is not very familiar with these people, after all he always comes and goes in a hurry; but Liu Yinfeng often comes into contact with these people.

"Hello seniors, it is a great honor for the juniors to meet the best of overseas Chinese."

Liu Qingshan cupped his fists and clasped his hands, using very traditional etiquette, because he saw that the several old people present were all wearing double-breasted silk clothes and trousers, and they were all dressed in traditional Chinese style.

"Hahaha, little friend Qingshan, if you want to talk about the pride of the Chinese, it must be you now. We old men are all old now!"

That old Mr. Wang laughed heartily, his complexion was rosy, and he had an extraordinary bearing.

Another elegant Mr. Zhao also smiled with his beard: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and a new generation replaces the old ones, as it should be."

After exchanging pleasantries, they sat down again, Liu Qingshan poured tea for the guests, and then chatted.

What these overseas Chinese ask most is the domestic situation.

Liu Qingshan didn't have anything to hide, and what he introduced was the most real situation.

The country is still developing, and everyone's life is not very rich.

However, compared with ten years ago, it has improved a lot.

This is undoubtedly the result of the reform, and this effect will become more and more obvious in the future.

The momentum of China's rise has already begun to emerge.

Everyone was also amazed. After all, if the nation is strong, overseas Chinese like them can also straighten their backs.

"Seniors, I have a small suggestion. If you have time, you should really go back and take a look." Liu Qingshan suggested with a smile.

Everyone nodded in unison: A few years ago, because of some special reasons, they really didn't dare to go back.

Well now, don't worry about that mess anymore.

While I can still move now, I must go back and have a look in my lifetime.

When Liu Qingshan said this, it immediately aroused everyone's homesickness.

The old Mr. Zhao looked far away: "The homeland is three thousand miles away, so I should go back and have a look, little friend Qingshan, when the time comes, how about going to your Eastern Autonomous Region first?"

"Of course the juniors are welcome." Liu Qingshan naturally agreed.

"Little friend Qingshan, I heard that you spent a lot of money to recover the country. I can't wait. I still have some savings on hand."

Mr. Wang's temperament is relatively straightforward, and he finally explained his intentions.

When Liu Qingshan heard this, he quickly stood up and cupped his hands: "Seniors are able to act out of righteousness, and this junior is very grateful!"

He roughly guessed the purpose of these people, and felt extraordinarily warm in his heart.

Liu Qingshan didn't know these people well, let alone friendship, but in times of crisis, how could it not be touching that they could stand up and help them?

As for the reason, there is only one reason, because they have the same skin color and ancestors, they are both descendants of Yan and Huang, and they are connected by blood.

The first thousand and 150 chapters and seven time will tell us the answer

Liu Qingshan entertained these compatriots who were helping each other in an old tavern in Chinatown, Los Angeles.

He gave the mountain delicacies he brought to the chef of the restaurant to help him process it, and the old gentlemen were full of praise after eating it.

But in the end, Liu Qingshan still tactfully expressed his thanks to the old gentlemen, and said that he would trouble everyone again when needed.

Everyone was a little puzzled, Mr. Zhao pondered for a while, and then showed joy: "Little friend Qingshan, do you already have a way to deal with it?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and picked up the wine glass: "I'll toast to all seniors again."

Three days later, the Los Angeles District Court finally opened the case regarding Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan is no stranger to this place. He came here a few years ago when he was in a lawsuit with the US National Security Agency.

The building of the court is still majestic and dignified, but Liu Qingshan knows that this does not mean absolute fairness.

His team didn't have a lot of people, besides his second sister Liu Yinfeng, Xiao Li, Adrian from the Earth Network, Chambers from the film company, and a lawyer, simple and simple.

However, at the gate of the court, Liu Qingshan saw a huge news media, all armed with long guns and short cannons, it seemed that there were hundreds of them.

This case can be said to have alarmed the entire American media and received great attention.

There are even TV companies that broadcast live directly.

The broadcasting company where Linda worked was one of them. After seeing Liu Qingshan get off the car, Linda raised the microphone to greet him: "Mr. Mountain, hello, we meet again."

Liu Qingshan was wearing a Chinese collar, tall and straight, with a smile on his face, calmly: "Hi Linda, it seems that I am very popular."

"Of course, after all, the only person who can owe such a huge debt is Mr. Mountain."

Linda said solemnly. She felt that Mr. Mountain seemed to have given up resistance, so she was a little angry. This was not the omnipotent and fearless Mr. Mountain in her mind.

"Mr. Mountain, are you ready to go bankrupt?" Linda turned to the topic.

Liu Qingshan shrugged his shoulders: "I'm ready."

A complex and inevitable look flashed in Linda's eyes, and finally she just said softly, "Then I wish you good luck."

The other reporters were not far behind, and began to ask questions in a hurry.

Liu Qingshan waved to them: "Time will tell us the answer."

The reporters are not in a hurry. When the case is being heard, there is a special press box, and they can participate in the whole process.

Liu Qingshan was about to lead people into the court, but he saw a huge convoy approaching, and then foreigners in suits got out of the car one by one.

In addition, someone from Xiao Li's family also came, it was Xiao Li's elder brother, who greeted Xiao Li, but Xiao Li ignored him.

Lao Ba was not there, but a manager of the investment company sent as a representative.

He resisted this from the bottom of his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hello, Mr. Mountain, today's weather is good." Lao Suo walked in the front of the group.

He is the organizer and planner of the whole event, responsible for the planning and communication throughout the process.

Behind him, there are representatives of several banks, as well as a team of lawyers and staff, which is quite spectacular.

"The mountain and rain are about to come and the wind will fill the building."

Liu Qingshan looked up at the sky, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in the sky above the sea in the distance.

Of course, Lao Suo didn't understand ancient Chinese poetry, so he just shrugged his shoulders: "Mr. Mountain, now is the last chance to reconcile in court."

"It is indeed the last chance." Liu Qingshan repeated, "Mr. George, if you and the team you represent do not want to be the object of public ridicule."

Lao Suo narrowed his eyes, looking at Liu Qingshan, like a wolf staring at its prey: "No, Mr. Mountain, you have no chance to stand up."

"Please." Liu Qingshan stepped up the stairs and walked into the gate of the court.

"You won't cry until you see the coffin." Lao Suo muttered, and led a large group of Wall Street elites into the gate.

Soon, the empty courtroom was full.

The reporters were excitedly preparing to record, the jury was in full swing, and the clerks, lawyers, etc. were all in their positions.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the court officially opened.

All the staff suddenly stood up, because the presiding judge had already walked out slowly through the small door at the back.

Liu Qingshan looked at the Santa Claus-like old judge, and smiled unconsciously.

Justice Francis sat down slowly, looked around the audience, and finally fell on Liu Qingshan.

The old man said cheerfully: "Mr. Mountain, we meet again. It's a pity that you are standing in the dock this time."

It feels like they are chatting about family affairs.

Liu Qingshan bowed slightly: "Hello, Mr. Judge. It's a pleasure to meet you. Life is like this, changing roles constantly."

"Well, I hope everyone can get what they want, but I know that this is impossible, so no matter what the result is, after it happens, it will be a thing of the past. I hope everyone can just treat him as a memory."

Justice Francis was rambunctious, but everyone was not impatient. This was not only out of awe of the law, but also a respect for an old man full of wisdom in life.

After asking the parties one last time whether they agreed to a settlement, Justice Francis was ready to start the normal trial process.

At this time, Liu Qingshan gestured to the lawyer, and the lawyer submitted a document to the judge.

The justice put on reading glasses and looked at it calmly. He read very slowly, and it took several minutes to turn a page.

Lao Suo's patience also slowly passed in this slow rhythm, and he gestured to the lawyer.

"Mr. Judge, may I begin?"

The lawyer asked the judge politely.

Francis took off his reading glasses, then rubbed his eyes lightly, and said slowly: "It's over, I declare, this case ends here."

"What the hell, it's over before it starts!" Lao Suo finally couldn't bear it and protested.

The people below no longer cared about the solemnity of the court, and made dissatisfied voices.

It is estimated that many people began to wonder: Mr. Justice, is he old and confused.

"A guy like this should retire and lie at home waiting to die." Someone murmured harshly.

"Okay, be quiet." The justice tapped the small hammer lightly. "This is the material provided by Mr. Mountain, and there is a certificate jointly provided by Russia and Huaxia Oil and Gas Exploration Organization."

"In East Siberia and the Far East offshore, two oil areas were discovered, both of which are super-large oil belts, with total reserves estimated to exceed [-] billion barrels."

"The owner of these two oil areas is Mr. Mountain, so he will not go bankrupt. Of course, there is no need to try this case."

The chief judge's soothing words, to people's ears, were like thunderclaps, shocking everyone dumbfounded.

What is the concept of tens of billions of barrels of oil reserves? At the current oil price, it is worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

That is to say, that Mr. Mountain will become the richest person in the world in just one way!

As for cash, as long as there are oil fields in hand, there will be countless capitals all over the world, waving banknotes to send money.

Even Lao Suo, who has always been as cunning as a fox, was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "No, this is impossible. I suspect that these documents are forged!"

Lao Suo has now realized the seriousness of the problem: if the case really ends before it starts, then everything he carefully planned will be nothing but nothing.

Of course, there will definitely be countless ridicules and ridicules.

It's definitely going to be the biggest joke, and it's going to be around forever.

Maybe decades or hundreds of years later, someone will still say this: there was a stupid guy who took the world's richest man to court, saying that he would go bankrupt...

What's more, as the organizer and planner of this event, he will also face a huge crisis of trust.

One can imagine what will happen to an investor who loses trust.