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But this is good, no matter how greedy you are, you have to take out enough equal chips.

Mitsuigi obviously also knew the importance of this matter, if it was several million or tens of millions, he could make a decision.

Hundreds of millions or even billions of funds are super-large investments for the company, and it is not up to him to decide.

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

It's just that I don't know if the company's gang of old antiques have the guts.

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

Then he muttered dissatisfiedly: "If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work."

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

But the fact is true. From this point of view, Mitsuki and Liu Qingshan are really not equal.

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

Liu Qingshan also knew that this kind of business bet had a lot to do with it, and it would not be easy to achieve, so he was not in a hurry, so he beat the child on a rainy day.

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

This is also within the scope of communication, fists are never out of hand, tunes are never out of mouth, you have to pull them out to practice.

First, on the side of the National Orchestra, someone played a piece of Erquan Yingyue. It was the girl surnamed Yu just now.

Her technique is not a problem at all, it may be related to her age or experience, in Liu Qingshan's opinion, she still needs experience to grasp her emotions.

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

This girl is still too young.

After the performance, Xiao Yu's complexion was also slightly flushed with excitement. After she bowed, she directed to Xiao Ze: "Please give me your advice."

Mr. Ozawa smiled and applauded: "You played very well, but this piece is slightly not suitable for you. It seems that you are more suitable for playing some cheerful pieces, such as horse racing."

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

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

"It's embarrassing. I said I wanted to play horse racing, but the head of the group insisted that I play Erquan, saying it was more connotative."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing: This girl is quite straightforward. Is it really okay to say that you are the head of the regiment?

Sister Zhang said unforgivingly: "Now that I know it, what should I do earlier? I will give you a piece of advice. If you want to pull Erquan well, you will not be able to do it without going through the hard work of life."

"You!" Miss Yu stared at Dan Fengyan, but she had no words to refute, because the head of the group had told her so, and the head of the group happened to be her father.

The performance on the stage continued, and when you finished playing, I appeared on stage, while the audience continued to applaud.

Liu Qingshan also gradually immersed 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 in his hand: 觱篥.

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

Kondo played his own tune: End of Summer.

The voice of 觱篥 is originally a bit sad, so it was also called sad 篥 in ancient times.

And this song has an artistic conception of feeling the passage of time and the end of good things, which makes the audience feel very sad.

The music of the island country is still very developed. In the 90s, cover songs of the island country became popular. No wonder some people joked that Miyuki Nakajima supported most of the Chinese music scene.

After the song was played, everyone gave warm applause.

Kondo also bowed on the stage, and then said a few words. He doesn't know Mandarin, but the translator in the audience dutifully translated:

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

Everyone in the audience couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then many members of the national orchestra changed their expressions: Such words are not friendly at all.

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

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

And Mr. Kondo on the stage shook his head vigorously, as if he was very sorry, and walked slowly down the stage.

"Wait, it's great to be able to blow the horns, you are not qualified to say such things!"

Of course Big Sister Zhang couldn't bear her violent temper, she yelled, um, as expected of a rock singer, the audience vibrated and buzzed.

After asking about the translation, Kondo spread his hands generously: "I only speak with instruments, not with my voice."

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

Sister Zhang wanted to rush forward to argue with the other party, but Liu Qingshan grabbed her arm.

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

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

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

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

But Big Sister Zhang was still arguing, and asked Liu Qingshan to go up to play, to extinguish the other party's arrogance.

"Don't be ashamed of going up there, okay?"

Miss Yu also dissuaded her from the side, even the words were quite ugly. Could it be that all musicians are like this, they can only play and sing, but can't talk?

"Mr. Liu, we also want to listen to your masterpiece, okay?" Ozawa's commanding voice suddenly came.

Just now, he didn't convince his compatriots, so much so that he destroyed the original intention of friendly exchanges, which is also very difficult for Ozawa.

Ozawa has watched the video of Liu Qingshan playing the ancient Xun, which should be able to leave an unforgettable lesson for Kondo.

This is also a way for Ozawa to sharpen his juniors, to let him know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

Liu Qingshan also looked at that Kondo upset, so he asked the people from the folk band: "Do you have a Xun, can you use one?"

Blow the xun?

This one is quite out of the way, but after all it is a Chinese folk band with a profound background, and someone will bring one soon.

"Can you do it?" Miss Yu still asked.

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

Liu Qingshan walked slowly towards the stage, several leaders wanted to stop him, but just now it was the command of Ozawa who invited him, so he could only wait and see.

The performers of the folk orchestra are also gearing up one by one, preparing to show their best repertoire in a while, and make that Kondo look good.

Liu Qingshan walked to the stage, nodded his head 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 out of Kondo's mouth: "The level of playing is really indiscriminate. Are you embarrassed to go on stage?"

Chapter 767

Compared with the professionals present, Liu Qingshan's performance is indeed a bit poor, that is, entry-level.

Therefore, in front of a group of masters, it is easy for people to think of a word: class work with axe.

Or in the words of the common people, aren't you playing big swords in front of Guan Gong?

Miss Yu, who was playing the erhu just now, covered her face with her hands: "If I knew it was like this, I shouldn't have asked him to go up."

The faces of the leaders present were not good-looking, and some people were even dissatisfied with what Commander Ozawa did just now: You are looking for a stick, do you want to see a joke?

Conductor Ozawa sat quietly with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was listening.

His head was still swaying slightly with the sound of the xun, as if he had already entered the country.

A conductor's ear is definitely the most sensitive. Even if there is a discordant note in a band of dozens or even hundreds of people, he can accurately pick it out.

Seeing Ozawa directing like this, everyone also calmed down, and then gradually merged into the melodious Xun sound.

Liu Qingshan's breath is long, and many places that need to be changed are done in one go, so the tune is very coherent.

The performers present also felt a little relieved: Well, he is a player who can play, and in time, he may become a performer.

But gradually, they no longer have other thoughts in their hearts, and they are completely immersed in it.

Only the sound of Xun lingers in my heart, and everything outside of me, everything outside of me, disappears at this moment.

The wind blows gently, and there seems to be a green field in front of me. A wooden house is hidden among the trees. There is my home.

The white-haired mother looked into the distance, waiting for the return of the wanderer:

When the spores of missing have grown into green leaves.

Will we still remember that piece.

Once green and verdant;

It was gradually turning yellow.

Have we read it.

Such a line of poetry after the man returns to the geese.

Ah, my hometown, the scenery of my hometown, will always flow in my heart...

Everyone has the feeling of homesickness, so there is the very classic "Spring in the North Country" on the island country.

Being in a foreign land at the moment, the soulful and melodious melody made these performers from the island country couldn't help crying.

When the sound of the xun faded away, everyone present was still immersed in homesickness and couldn't extricate themselves.

There were also tears dripping from the corners of Commander Ozawa's eyes. He didn't know, where is his real hometown?

Suddenly, Miss Yu stood up abruptly and began to slap her hands vigorously.

Then he received reproachful eyes from everyone, blaming her for disturbing the peace and sadness in his heart.

Miss Xiao couldn't help sticking out her tongue, and then retreated to her seat, but she couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart.

She never imagined that a beginner could play such a heart-warming piece of music.

It turns out that sometimes, techniques and so on are really secondary, and the most touching thing is the expression of true feelings.

At this moment, Miss Yu finally made up for her shortcomings and found a way forward.

At this moment, the applause finally sounded. Everyone stood up and clapped their hands vigorously, to feel the young man on the stage and bring them such a wonderful auditory experience.

At this moment, Liu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, and then gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

If you want to move others, you must first move yourself. Just now he also thought of the small mountain village in his hometown, and the simple folks in the small mountain village.

That is a person, the most precious place in memory, because his name is hometown.

Liu Qingshan bowed slightly, and the applause from the audience became even more enthusiastic.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand and was about to step off the stage, but was stopped by Mr. Kondo.

Kondo took a deep breath, bowed ninety degrees to Liu Qingshan, and said something in his mouth.

Even without translation, people knew from the respectful look in Kondo's eyes that he must be apologizing to Liu Qingshan.

The players of the national orchestra had moist eyes again, what a wonderful young man, their faces felt radiant.

Liu Qingshan patted Kondo on the shoulder, then walked down the stage with a smile.

Conductor Ozawa was the first to greet him, and he also bowed deeply: "Mr. Qingshan, thank you for giving us such good music, thank you very much."

Liu Qingshan shook his head with a smile: "Compared to you professionals, I am just a layman."

"That's a bad word."

Conductor Ozawa shook his head, looked around, especially the performers brought from the island country, and then solemnly said:

"Mr. Qingshan's music has broken away from techniques and entered another realm, that is, returning to the basics."

The people around are listening quietly, and some people still seem to realize something in their hearts.

Back to basics, that is the level they all yearn for.

Unexpectedly, it was done by this young man who is not a professional.