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Uncles are uncles, Liu Qingshan is also very helpless, since he has become an uncle, he must give his nephew some advice.

So Liu Qingshan said: "Jin Zhu is studying history, but in fact, with your literary quality, you can write a story about Dae Jang Geum."

There is no other gift to give, so Liu Qingshan can only give a more elegant gift.

Cui Jinzhu's eyes lit up when he heard that, but then he shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, there are limited records of Xu Changjin's deeds in the history books."

"It's because there are so few that it's easy to edit and create." Liu Qingshan felt that this elder nephew's mind was a bit old-fashioned, like a history student.

I didn't see it. After a few years, those jokes and the like began to become popular.

"Uncle said so." Cui Jinzhu's attitude was really good.

Cui Minhao also thinks this is a good idea, because he knows Liu Qingshan better, and he prefers to create in partnership with others.

Moreover, every book that was written was very popular.

He knew his son well, he had nothing to say about his knowledge, but his mind was not very bright, if he could get some advice from Liu Qingshan, he might really be able to make a difference.

So he said with a smile: "Qingshan, you don't have to be polite, just like treating your own children and nephews."

Now that his father said so, Liu Qingshan was not polite, and told Cui Jinzhu the outline of the story in the TV series Dae Jang Geum in his memory.

Cui Jinzhu took a pen and recorded while listening, but his brows gradually frowned, and finally couldn't help it, interrupting Liu Qingshan's words:

"Uncle, it doesn't seem to be like this in history."

Even Cui Minhao couldn't stand it anymore, and knocked his son on the head: "Why don't you get the hang of it, this is not writing a historical paper, this is a story, do you understand the story?"

Not to mention, Cui Jinzhu really opened his eyes this time.

While listening, he also combined the outline of the story told by Liu Qingshan with the background and major events of the Li Dynasty, and derived many characters and plots, and reported to Liu Qingshan excitedly.

"Yes, that's it. This is an inspirational story, so come up with inspiration." Liu Qingshan also showed a teachable look.

During the period, the hostess came over to pour tea a few times. She wanted to urge dinner, but seeing a few people chatting happily, especially her own son, who was taught by an expert, seemed to be enlightened. This is a rare opportunity, so she didn't urge Have a meal.

"Uncle, I understand. Thank you uncle for teaching me." When Liu Qingshan finished speaking, Cui Jinzhu paid respects.

That's right, in the tradition here, there is also a kneeling ceremony.

Surprised, Liu Qingshan quickly helped Cui Jinzhu up, this child is too sincere.

"Grandma, I'm hungry." Little Cui Wenji and Little Jinzi ran out holding hands. The two little girls had a good time playing, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.

"I'm neglecting the guests, let's eat now." The hostess hurriedly opened the meal.

Still sitting on the ground, setting up a long table, and serving colorful dishes, the hostess's craftsmanship is still good.

Of course, kimchi is also indispensable, but at this formal banquet, kimchi is just an embellishment.

Liu Qingshan also drank a little bit of wine, the alcohol here is generally not high, usually around 20 degrees.

This kind of family banquet has a relaxed and warm atmosphere, so Liu Qingshan ate very satisfied and ate three bowls of rice.

Xiao Jinzi's belly was also full from eating, the little girl stayed up late last night, so after eating, she went to sleep in Cui Wenji's room.

Sleeping is quite convenient, with a bedding on the floor, just lie down.

Liu Qingshan was also a little envious in his heart: It's better to be a child, sleep when you are full, carefree.

On the contrary, the older you get, the more troubles you have, the less happy you become. It is better for people to maintain a pure heart.

Thinking about how stupid I was when I was a child, I was still looking forward to growing up early.

As everyone knows, that is the happiest time in life.

Chapter 8 This is the gap in realm

When Liu Qingshan and the others returned to the hotel, they found that the singers under the big tree had already returned, and they had a very happy stroll.

In fact, the overall layout of Seoul is similar to that of domestic capitals. It is basically the main body of the city built during the reign of the Lee Dynasty.

At that time, the country happened to be the Ming Dynasty, but no matter whether the imperial palace or other buildings were much smaller than the domestic capital.

But most of the people didn't buy anything. Liu Qingshan found out after asking that the prices in Seoul are too high, and the same things are often several times the price on Hong Kong Island.

The current singers are just getting started, and they really don't have much money in their pockets.

Moreover, the company under the big tree pays great attention to the cultivation of singers' self-cultivation, and resolutely put an end to the phenomenon of spending money lavishly.

Liu Qingshan comforted them cheerfully: "After these few performances, I think everyone's pockets will be a little bigger. It's a big venue with 10 people."

Singers from China have never seen a concert with 10 people. It feels like a big scene at the Red Hall.

"I guess it would be nice to be able to sit halfway." The little stool took over the conversation.

"That's not necessarily true, do you want to make a bet?" Liu Qingshan knew that the more developed the economy, the more developed the entertainment.

The little stool shook his head vigorously: "Boss, you have never lost a bet. Isn't this bullying?"

Everyone was laughing and laughing, Gao Lingfeng came in excitedly: "Good news, there is an audio company here, and they want to record a tape for us. I will call the name, and if the name is called, go to the recording studio tomorrow!"

Wow, everyone cheered.

But I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, for fear that I wouldn't be able to pronounce my name.

Gao Lingfeng has led this team for several years, so of course he is the most familiar, so he added:

"Let me make a statement first. Of course, the tastes of the audience here are different from ours in China, so it doesn't matter if you don't name them. After returning to China, the tape will be released."

"And this part of the income is still the old rule. Individuals get half, and the remaining half is the public part."

Conflicts within the company are mainly caused by economic disputes, so in this regard, Liu Qingshan has already established various systems.

One of them is more suitable for the current situation: the principle is that if one person takes the big head, others will also get a little bit.

After all, for a show to be successful, the behind-the-scenes team also plays a big role. Lyrics, arrangement, and even stage makeup and so on are all crucial.

"Manager Gao, we all know about it. It's nothing to do with me anyway, so hurry up and start." The little stool agreed with a smile.

This girl has the best mentality, she is happy to make money, and she is also happy to see her friends make money, so she is the pistachio in the team.

Because she knew that among these singers, she was basically the worst.

Gao Lingfeng chuckled: "Little Stool, you really have something to do this time, you're on the list!"

Really!

The little stool jumped up, and then tears fell down in disobedience.

Everyone hurried up to persuade: This girl must be too happy.

The little stool cried and laughed again: "Okay, okay, this time I finally don't have to hold everyone back!"

It turned out that they were happy about this, and everyone smiled.

Liu Qingshan also patted her little head, thinking that this girl is good, with a simple mind, maybe she is really a lucky one.

Gao Lingfeng began to roll the roll, including Lao Cui, Twelve Lefang, Amao, and Xiao Jinzi.

As for Deng Gehou and Hurricane Girl, they are not singers under the big tree. They have their own agency, so of course they can't just release tapes.

"And me!"

Xiao Jinzi was also happy, because she could share the money, mainly because she found it fresh, that kind of feeling of "I can also make tapes".

"Little Jinzi is amazing!"

The little stool rushed over, picked up Xiao Jinzi and spun around, humming:

"It's too big, it's too big, it's too big."

Xiao Jinzi showed his broken teeth and smiled happily.

At this time, the organizer came again, saying that it was evening, and the entertainment industry in South Korea wanted to invite everyone to dinner.

This is a bit like watching people order dishes. When Liu Qingshan and the others came yesterday, they ignored them.

Now that the concert is an instant hit, these guys only thought of hosting it.

A few singers expressed dissatisfaction, but Liu Qingshan didn't care: "This world will always worship the strong, so if you don't want to be looked down upon, then try to make yourself stronger."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in sympathy. Liu Qingshan's words took root in everyone's heart.

In fact, Liu Qingshan doesn't like this kind of entertainment very much, but it's really hard to refuse, after all, Liu Qingshan and the others came here for friendly exchanges, and the embassy also strongly supported it.

So everyone went back to the house to get ready, changed into more formal attire, and went to the dinner party.

It is still a relatively traditional Korean restaurant, and there are already 30 to [-] people waiting at the door.

Liu Qingshan doesn't know most of them, because the literary and art circles of the two countries don't communicate much, so it's better to be with the island country.

The organizer introduced them one by one, most of them were from the music industry, there were also star directors from the film and television industry, and even some business people.

Among them, there are South Korean folk singer Zhao Yongpil, as well as rising stars Shin Seung-hoon, Kim Momo and so on.

Liu Qingshan was more impressed by the Chinese female singer Zhou Xuanmei, who was also a generation of singers in the 90s and [-]s.

Maybe it's all because of the descendants of Yan and Huang, so they are relatively close.

After exchanging greetings for a while, they entered the room. Of course, they couldn't come up for dinner. Everyone was drinking ginseng tea while communicating.

Liu Qingshan has always kept a low profile, he doesn't like to talk about things in the first place, when those South Koreans brag about how their country's entertainment is developed, he just listens with a smile.

So the whole atmosphere was good, until a young business elite got up and said:

"I heard that Mr. Mountain is well versed in Chinese Kungfu. He once defeated a famous boxer in the United States. He must be proficient in martial arts. I wonder if today can open my eyes?"

Liu Qingshan felt a little displeased. He remembered that when he was introduced just now, the young man was surnamed Jin, so he smiled and waved his hands:

"Mr. Jin, these are all rumors."

The other party made it clear that they had bad intentions, so of course Liu Qingshan would not accept the move.

Unexpectedly, Jin Taishun clapped his palms twice, and immediately a man with bare feet and a taekwondo suit walked in, bowing and saluting.

Around this person's waist was a black belt.

Jin Taishun said with a smile: "Mr. Mountain, martial art has a long history. This is also a kind of communication. This Mr. Jin Yongyong is a fourth-degree black belt. I really want to compete with Mr. Mountain. Please don't let us down."

Others may not understand, but Liu Qingshan knows that the level of Taekwondo is very strict.

Every time you are promoted to a higher level, in addition to having corresponding strength, you also need enough years.

Duan [-] to [-] is a high-level rank, and Duan above [-] is usually only awarded to those super masters or people who have made great contributions.

This Jin Yongjiu is only 25 and six years old, and he can become a fourth-degree black belt. He must have been promoted smoothly all the way, and he is obviously a master.

Liu Qingshan wasn't afraid of him, mainly because on this occasion, it would be embarrassing to lose, and it would be boring to win, so he waved his hands and said:

"Today we exchange musicians from our two countries, not to talk about anything else."

There was a sneer at the corner of Jin Taishun's mouth: "Mr. Mountain, avoiding and not fighting is not what a real man does."

Of course he planned it long ago, Jin Taishun was entrusted by his friends to humiliate Liu Qingshan in public.

As for his good friend, of course it is Mr. Li from the Samsung Group.

The organizer saw this posture, and secretly complained in his heart that Jin Taishun was making trouble. The atmosphere was originally good, but he spoiled the situation.

But Jin Taishun is a child of a big consortium, and the organizers can't afford to provoke them. Representative Li, who was in charge of receiving Liu Qingshan and the others, hurried out to smooth things over:

"Today is a literati gathering, it's better not to fight and kill, the food is almost ready, let's sit in."

At this time, I saw that Jin Yongyuan, who had a fourth-degree black belt, was muttering something.

Liu Qingshan didn't ask the interpreter arranged by the other party, and looked directly at the interpreter at the embassy, ​​who was his own.

The translator's face was also a bit ugly: "Mr. Liu, that person said that Kung fu is just a show, and their taekwondo is the real skill. You don't pay attention to the other party's provocation. It is not suitable for this kind of occasion."

When the singers around heard it, they all looked angry, and the little stool couldn't help being angry: "Boss, grow up with him, teach them a lesson!"

As a result, Amau pulled a small stool: Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if I lost this fight?

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry, he still smiled and looked at the crowd:

"Our elders used their lives and will to defeat the enemy on this land, so we have nothing to fear."

"Boss, we support you!"

Everyone couldn't help but their blood surged up, and they clenched their fists. Although they couldn't fight, they hoped to bring strength to the boss.

"Boss, let's play a song about self-improvement, to help you out." Ka Kui and his four boys stood up, and there was no drum at the scene, they just stepped on the wooden floor and beat the beat.

"Arrogant and arrogant laughing at thousands of waves, hot blood and red sun..."