Hello 1983

"Wang, we are here to welcome Mr. Mountain, a well-known Chinese musician."

Jackson nodded, looked around for a while, saw a few people getting off from another commercial vehicle, and then waved over there.

There were several Chinese in that group, so when I saw the team of foreign students, I couldn't help but take a second look. As a result, there was a loud voice immediately:

"Boss, here, here!"

When Liu Qingshan saw the Tape Queen with a big afro on her head, he had no choice but to walk out, and was warmly embraced by Sister Zhang.

Liu Qingshan shrugged helplessly: "I seem to feel the desert of enthusiasm."

Passionate Desert, this was a very popular song back then, and it seems to be a cover.

"Boss, you're finally here." Old Cui also came up to shake hands with Liu Qingshan, seeing each other in a foreign land, naturally felt very close.

Liu Qingshan waved to Huang Yueming again: "Cousin, is everything going well?"

Huang Yueming also nodded to him with a smile, and then introduced: "Mr. Jackson, this is our boss, Mr. Mountain."

The middle-aged man's light blue eyes immediately shone brightly:

"Oh, Mr. Mountain, I didn't expect you to show such an outstanding musical talent at such a young age. Now I finally believe that there are indeed geniuses in this world."

This guy is very good at talking, and he will give a top hat when he comes up.

Liu Qingshan would not take it seriously, and shook hands with the other party: "Sir, you are too good."

Of course, Jackson had reason to compliment Liu Qingshan. Their record company wanted to fight for the agency rights of Mr. Mountain's songs in North America.

So he smiled again: "Mr. Mountain, I didn't recognize you in the crowd just now, you are too low-key."

"This is a free country, where everyone can show their talents and values. Although I respect the modesty and restraint of the oriental people, in this land, you might as well act with a high profile."

"Thank you Mr. Jackson for your pointers."

In fact, Liu Qingshan has already been mentally prepared in this regard. There are two completely different styles here and in China, so he is also thinking about whether to make some adjustments.

They exchanged pleasantries here, and they were stunned by those foreign students.

Along the way, Liu Qingshan didn't show his mountains or dew his water. He was very ordinary. He didn't expect that he had already gained a high reputation here. Didn't he see that those foreigners were all respectful?

Although they are not so proficient in English, they also understood the name Mountain, and then contacted the popular song "Cup of Life" last year, and finally realized it.

"This little brother is hiding it deep enough." Xiao Zihou muttered, looking at Liu Qingshan with envy.

And the negative influence in my heart caused by Wang Fujun just now has completely disappeared.

Lao Xiao also deliberately moved closer to Wang Fujun's side: "Look, this is eating with one's own ability, not soft food!"

Wang Fujun was obviously pissed off, the feeling of superiority just now was defeated in an instant.

The most hateful thing is that the guy named Mountain didn't even make a direct move, and Wang Fujun felt that he was defeated without directly confronting him.

But of course he couldn't admit defeat, Wang Fujun snorted coldly: "It's just a singer, what's there to be proud of, does he have money, does he have a luxury car and villa?"

"If I have the ability, I will have everything!" Lao Xiao also confronted him. He didn't deliberately target this Wang Fujun, but targeted people like them.

At this moment, a motorcade slowly drove over, a total of more than a dozen cars, all of which looked high-end and magnificent, and the shiny paint in the sun was a bit dazzling.

From inside a red Ferrari sports car, came down a blond man with a handsome appearance, the kind that would make young women scream when attending a banquet.

His slightly melancholic eyes glanced, then fixed on Liu Qingshan's face, raised his hand and waved: "Liu, my dearest partner, are you finally willing to come?"

Looking at Xiao Li's high-profile appearance, Liu Qingshan seems to have a deeper understanding of what Mr. Jackson said just now:

This is a country that worships money and successful people, so there is really no need to keep a low profile.

Liu Qingshan went up to meet him, and hugged Xiao Li: "Li, it seems that I didn't call to tell you the itinerary?"

Xiao Li glanced at Huang Yueming: "Of course I got the news from the beautiful Ms. Huang, Liu, you are not enough to be a buddy!"

This kid even showed off a sentence of Chinese.

Liu Qingshan looked warily at Xiao Li, then at his cousin, and then thumped Xiao Li's shoulder: "You playboy, don't pick on my cousin."

Although he didn't know what a big radish with a flower heart was, Xiao Li still understood what Liu Qingshan meant, and immediately started hitting Tianqu:

"Oh, Liu, I'm serious this time, and you have no right to stop me from pursuing love."

Liu Qingshan didn't buy it: "Come on, you always say that you are serious."

Xiao Li shrugged helplessly, and quickly changed the topic: "Liu, you are new here, and you don't have a car yet. Look at these cars, can you pick one?"

"Are you so generous?" Liu Qingshan asked back.

"Of course it was deducted from the manuscript fee." Xiao Li was indeed not that generous.

Liu Qingshan was too lazy to talk to him: "It happens that your car is enough, my classmates don't have to wait for the bus, let's take us to the consulate first."

"OK." Xiao Li readily agreed, and then graciously invited Huang Yueming to ride in his Ferrari.

Not surprisingly, Huang Yueming refused with a smile.

Liu Qingshan explained to Secretary Wei, and Secretary Wei called the students to get on the bus.

Put all the salutes into the trunk first, and then the international students sat in the car. There were a dozen of them in total, and two of them happened to sit in one car.

Before getting into the car, Lao Xiao waved to Wang Fujun: "Sir, we also have someone to pick up the plane now."

Wang Fujun only felt a little panicked in his heart, and gave Liu Qingshan a hard look, before helping his old woman into the car.

Of course he knew that the guy named Mountain was the real master, and this beam was settled.

When the convoy drove into the urban area, everyone's eyes could not see enough immediately. Skyscrapers came rushing towards us. The bustling streets and the turbulent traffic flow together interweaved a modern metropolis scene.

International students also have to admit: this place is indeed far beyond the domestic.

Sitting in Xiao Li's Ferrari, Liu Qingshan was also listening to Xiao Li bragging: "Liu, you will soon fall in love with this city, this is the real paradise."

Liu Qingshan didn't think so, and replied, "That's your paradise."

"Haha, tonight, I will specially prepare a party for you. At that time, I will also invite Hollywood female stars, Liu. You will soon experience the joy of heaven."

Xiao Li was still chattering, when he suddenly heard Liu Qingshan roar: "Brake!"

He stepped on the brake subconsciously, only to realize that the convoy in front had stopped, and he almost had close contact with the Rolls Royce in front.

"Oh, damn it, what happened!" Xiao Li patted the steering wheel angrily. If he really hit this new Ferrari, he would be very distressed.

There was a traffic jam, and after waiting in the car for a long time, it seemed that there was no intention to start clearing the front. Looking around, the surrounding area had completely become a sea of ​​cars.

Liu Qingshan patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, and comforted him: "It seems that there are not all wonderful things in heaven."

Shit, Xiao Li cursed.

Finally, a strong man in front ran over, he should be Xiao Li's bodyguard or something, and reported the situation ahead:

"There are demonstrations, and it is estimated that there will be traffic jams for several hours."

As soon as Xiao Li heard it, he immediately got excited: "Go down and have a look, maybe you can join in the fun, you'd better find a piece of cardboard and write traffic control, those bloody vampires stuffed taxpayers' money into the girl's Is it in your bra?"

Liu Qingshan has also heard that parades have become a part of the lives of American people, just like eating and drinking.

Tired of waiting around, Liu Qingshan followed the excited Xiao Li and strolled forward together.

It is estimated that everyone is in the same mind, so many people went down to join in the fun, Huang Yueming and that Mr. Jackson also followed behind Liu Qingshan.

Sister Zhang and Lao Cui even chatted with Liu Qingshan while walking, talking about the results of the exchange visit during this period.

Only those international students sat in the car and waited obediently. The only exception was Xiao Zihou.

Ten minutes later, on the road ahead, a group of people appeared, all armed policemen, running towards the place where the demonstration took place.

The police car couldn't drive in at all, so they had to run away.

Xiao Li stood on the guardrail and looked among the crowd for a while, feeling disappointed: "It seems that we can't join the parade anymore, the people sitting in the middle of the road are all Indians."

Chapter 616 The Last Mohican

Liu Qingshan also rushed to the guardrail, and then saw a hundred strange-looking people sitting on the road among the crowd.

Different from the well-dressed people in the city, most of these men are topless, with various ornaments hanging on their chests, and various marks are painted on their faces.

The women inside are also wearing robes, and their bodies are also covered with ornaments.

Some people held signs in their hands, and they were a little far away, so Liu Qingshan couldn't see the words on the signs clearly.

Some people shouted loudly, probably in their own language, so they couldn't understand.

Among the crowd, there was also a very eye-catching elderly man, wearing a crown full of feathers. From the looks of it, he might be a relatively respectable elder in the tribe, or a chief.

Looking at their yellow skin and black hair, Liu Qingshan suddenly felt very close.

The Indians are indeed of the yellow race, and they may even have the same blood as the yellow race living in China.

Although the American continent and the Eurasian continent are completely separated, in fact, the Bering Strait connecting the two continents is only more than 100 miles wide.

If it is severe cold, the Bering Strait is frozen, and people can pass through the ice, from the Eurasian continent to the American continent on foot.

At this time, the police had already rushed to the scene. This parade had already paralyzed half of the traffic in the entire city, and it had to be resolved immediately.

But in the face of these Indians, the police are helpless, let alone them, even the president can't control them.

This is the most sensitive issue. Using violence to disperse it will definitely not work. I don't know how many people will be condemned.

Then it can only be changed to persuasion and negotiation. It is best to invite these uncles to the city hall and have a good chat with those officials.

Unexpectedly, these Indians were very stubborn, and they just waved the sign in their hands, which read:

"Give us back our lost land."

The policemen were suffering from headaches, and the team leader was Sheriff Fred from the Southern Branch of the Los Angeles Police Department. He was now as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he was ready to kneel down for these uncles.

Sergeant Fred has also seen big scenes, and knows that if this situation continues, it will definitely become more and more troublesome. If someone fishes in troubled waters, there may be big troubles.

It seems that only the D team can be dispatched. First, please get these guys into the car.

Team D is the number of their SWAT team.

At this time, there was a faint continuous roar in the sky. As the huge roar got closer and closer, everyone looked up and saw a helicopter circling in the sky, with the letters CBS printed on it.

Fred immediately cursed in his heart: Damn CBS, what are these guys doing to join in the fun.

He knows best that these media are like sharks that smell blood, wherever incidents break out, they will appear there.

Looking at this posture, it must be a live broadcast.

Live broadcast, Fred immediately put away the strong idea just now. This matter has exceeded his scope of authority, so let's wait for the higher-ups to resolve it.

The helicopter lowered the ladder, and a young female reporter skilfully climbed down and landed among the group of Indians, holding a microphone in her hand, and began to speak.

It seems that being a reporter is not easy, and sometimes you even have to be a special soldier.

At the same time, the figure of this beautiful woman and her sweet, wild voice appeared on TVs of many households:

"Everyone, I'm your old friend Linda. I'm in Downey Street in Los Angeles, and I'm broadcasting live for you..."

"We can see that there are about [-] aborigines at the scene. Their request is very simple, they just want to return to their land."

"We all know that they were the original owners of this land, but why can't the government satisfy their legitimate demands..."

This reporter named Linda made a generous statement. For the TV station, standing on the perspective of the aborigines is politically correct.

The reason why the term aborigines are used instead of Indians is also particular, because the term Indians is inherently insulting.

After introducing the scene, Linda began to interview those aborigines. Some of them could speak English, and they all started to talk with their hands.

From the expressions on their faces, the audience can feel the anger in their hearts across the TV screen.

That is to say, the history is a bit long, starting from several centuries ago, and it is estimated that it will not be finished until dark.

These aborigines are also very interesting. Some people say that the people next to them are not idle. They take out the very ancient musical instruments of their own people and play them beside them, just like accompaniment.

The musical instruments in their hands include flutes and pan flutes, okari similar to xun, and jungle drums, etc., with distant and desolate sounds.

Even on the streets of big cities, playing it seems to bring people into the vast forest.

Thinking about the miserable experiences of these aborigines, the music sounds even more sad and desolate, making the audience in front of the TV feel a sense of loneliness and tears.

During the scene, Liu Qingshan also felt his nose sore, while Sister Zhang beside him was already sobbing softly.

There is also Lao Cui, who also has red eye circles. Those of them who are engaged in music are more emotional.

Old Cui twitched his nose vigorously: "We really should do something!"

"Can you give them land?" Sister Zhang retorted dissatisfiedly, with a strong nasal voice, probably just rubbed.