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  Chapter 557 A depth charge! (Last day, ask for a monthly pass)

  Ms. Bao Huangxiuzhi took the lead to give a speech. First of all, she welcomed all the guests present, and even friends from the media circle.

   Then she encouraged the students who came to the scene, and finally applauded today's speaker.

  Whether it was the guests or the students who came to the scene, they applauded enthusiastically.

  Reporters from several media also picked up their cameras.

  In such a good atmosphere, Liu Qingshan strode up to the front desk, and then, the warm applause stopped abruptly, leaving only a few sparse ones, which were particularly ear-piercing.

  Looking at the person on the stage who might be younger than them, the slaps of the students were all frozen in the air.

  They never imagined that the person who came here to give a lecture today turned out to be a young man.

   Buzzing discussions immediately rang out in the venue.

  During the period, there were several sharp voices: "Get off stage, step down!"

   These are obviously some people with ulterior motives. The only time Liu Qingshan and the students of the University of Hong Kong met was in the friendly tennis match with that Li Zeming.

  The smile on Bao Huang Xiuzhi's face was quickly replaced by seriousness. She knocked on the microphone and asked the following: "What is the school motto of our HKU?"

   "Gewu Mingde."

  Many students answered subconsciously, this point has been engraved in their bones since they entered the school gate.

   "Is this how everyone came to Mingde?"

   Bao Huang Xiuzhi questioned again, and immediately silenced the noisy voice in the auditorium.

  The school manager then nodded to Liu Qingshan who was beside him. There was a turmoil just now, but this young man was unmoved at all, still smiling, looking at the students below.

   This made the school directors feel a little ashamed: her self-cultivation is far superior to those of her students.

   "This is today's keynote speaker, Mr. Liu Qingshan, from Peking University. Like the students here, he is also a college student."

  The school manager began to introduce Liu Qingshan, but it was slightly adjusted from her original introduction. She planned to use Liu Qingshan's example to teach her students who don't know the heights of heaven and earth.

   Sure enough, it was about the same as she expected, and the audience suddenly became chaotic again. Everyone was in one mind: They are all college students at school, why should you speak on the stage, and we should listen in the audience?

   What's more, this peer is from the mainland.

   "You are not qualified to stand on the stage, step down and step down!"

   The chaotic shouts sounded again.

   This time it was obviously more provocative, and many students also began to raise their arms and shout:

   "Step down, step down!"

  The voices gathered more and more, and finally gathered into a torrent, roaring and roaring in the auditorium, unstoppable.

   The media who came to interview were a little dazed, but then they were overjoyed. The principle of their media is of course to watch the excitement and not be afraid of big things.

   "The boiling public opinion cannot be violated."

  The old **** Li Zeming stood on the ground among a group of students, feeling very satisfied with the scene he created by himself.

  The group of students is still very impulsive, so he arranged for people to guide them a little, and it formed a flood.

  The guests sitting in the first few rows also had different expressions. Some continued to sit still, while others began to shout.

   It was quickly drowned in the shouts of the students, even if the lead singer of Beyond shouted hoarsely, it couldn't stop the tide of shouts.

  Boss Huo was not in a hurry, he had already guessed the intention of the school manager lady, so he just shook his head and sighed: "The current students..."

   Strange to say, although the venue was full of noise, no students left.

   When the sound wave reached its peak, Ms. Bao Huang Xiuzhi tapped the microphone again, trying to close the net.

  But the current situation seems to be a bit out of control, and the sound of the microphone can't suppress those boiling students.

  The school manager also felt a sense of frustration, because her students seemed to have escaped her control.

   "Jia Kui, come up and sing a song to liven up the atmosphere."

  Liu Qingshan waved to the band members in the front row. Instead of shouting meaninglessly, he might as well give full play to his strengths.

   Although the four-member band did not have any musical instruments, they walked onto the stage without hesitation. The lead singer Huang was in front, and the three behind them clapped their hands and beat the rhythm.

  The lead singer Huang already understood Liu Qingshan's intentions, so instead of singing the song "Broad Sea and Sky", he sang the English version of "The Cup of Life".

   Their band, when it was first established a few years ago, sang English songs, and it took more than a year to switch to Cantonese songs.

  The tempered rhythm of the Cup of Life immediately suppressed the restless voices off the court.

  Many students also swayed their bodies and sang together.

   Waiting until the end of the song, the lead singer Huang shouted into the microphone: "The songwriter of this song, Mr. Mountain, is invited to give today's lecture."

   After finishing speaking, he made a gesture of invitation to Liu Qingshan: "This Mr. Liu, his English name is Mountain!"

  The scene, which was extremely lively just now, immediately became silent. The students were still digesting this shocking news.

   "Jia Kui, you've worked hard."

  Liu Qingshan waved to the band quartet, and then looked at the school director.

   Bao Huang Xiuzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her face was still as sinking as water.

   Walked slowly to the microphone and said: "Today, I am very disappointed, because I saw that my students still haven't got rid of the shackles of judging people by their appearance..."

  Of course Liu Qingshan can’t say such things, so I can only ask the school director to help admonish these peers.

  The students in the auditorium all lowered their heads one after another, and then sat back in their original seats. Many of them were ashamed.

  As for the media present, they all became excited. It was originally for the sake of the school, it was a routine matter, and they came here to interview casually.

   Unexpectedly, it turns out that there is a depth charge hidden!

   And Li Zeming cursed viciously in his heart: Shit!

  He also didn't expect that the guy named Liu Qingshan had such a big background.

  After he suffered a loss on the tennis court last time, he couldn't be more angry, so he asked his cousin Li Dashao to stand in for him, but he also made a disgraced face, and the betting matter was passed as a laughing stock.

   It made the cousin and his family dislike him.

  Today, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to muddy the water, but in the end he still tasted the taste of frustration.

  Although he was full of unwillingness, Li Zeming knew that he could not make any waves on this occasion.

   Then listen to what that guy said first, it is best to find a flaw, and then fight back. In short, Li Zeming will never swallow this breath.

  Ms. School Manager didn’t say too much, she just left it at that. After all, this is not today’s topic. The students are still young, and they will inevitably make mistakes. As a school manager, she can still tolerate these children.

  So soon she announced: "Mr. Liu Qingshan is invited to give today's speech."

   There was no need for anyone to lead the applause, but warm applause erupted in the entire auditorium.

  Other people on the stage left the stage, only Liu Qingshan was left.

  After bowing to the audience, Liu Qingshan stood in front of the microphone very calmly. There was no speech script in his hand, and everything was in his mind.

   "Thank you for your encouragement and spurs. Applause represents encouragement, and different voices represent spurs. These are what a person needs to grow, so I would like to thank everyone present."

  The students gradually raised their heads, and they finally understood the gap between themselves and this peer.

  The older guests also nodded slightly, and they all had a good impression of this young man who was neither humble nor overbearing.

   To be able to maintain a calm mind after such a farce, even at their age, may not be able to do so.

   "The theme of my speech today is the dissemination of culture. The core content is to spread the long-standing culture of our Chinese nation to the world..."

  Liu Qingshan also began to talk freely, he is not limited to music, but a wider range of culture.

  Many people with lofty ideals present were very engrossed in listening, and some of them had thought about this issue.

  But I just think about it, I can't practice it, because it is too difficult to sit down to this point.

  It is more difficult to call a nation and accept the culture of another nation than to occupy their territory.

   This point has been well verified in the two world wars.

  Liu Qingshan's speech didn't take long, and when he finished, everyone still listened with interest.

  They seem to see a glimmer of light, and seem to have vaguely discovered a road, but they feel that they are looking at the flowers in the fog, and they are out of reach.

   My heart was tickled, quite uncomfortable.

   "National rejuvenation is the general trend, and cultural dissemination has a long way to go. Every descendant of Yanhuang blood has this responsibility and obligation. I am willing to work hard with you!"

  Liu Qingshan bowed again, his speech finally ended smoothly.

  He does not seek to be deafening, but only hopes that he can throw a small stone on a calm lake, causing a wave of waves in people's hearts, and it is enough to do similar things intentionally or unintentionally in the future.

   Enthusiastic applause rang out again, accompanied by the shouts of many people: "Mr. Liu, I have a problem."

   "I have a problem too!"

  People voiced their voices one after another, and they were very enthusiastic. Not only the students raised their hands, but even many guests present.

  I don't understand if you don't talk about it, and I'm even more confused when you talk about it.

  Of course, Liu Qingshan also anticipated this situation. His speech was more about proposing an idea for people to practice.

   And there are very few precedents in this regard, so everyone must be full of confusion now, and of course there are many questions.

   "Then enter the question-and-answer session."

  Ms. Bao Huangxiuzhi is also very satisfied now. This is what young students should look like, full of vigor and thirst for knowledge.

   There is a janitor passing the microphone over, and someone in the front row opens his hand. Naturally, he takes care of the guests first. The middle-aged uncle got up and took the microphone:

   "Little friend Qingshan, this is Zhan."

   "Uncle Zhan, you are an old man, please tell me."

  Liu Qingshan didn't dare to push himself too hard, he walked off the stage with a microphone in hand, and the two faced each other.

  This Uncle Zhan is now in his prime, and a large number of works handed down from generation to generation will come out soon, such as a man should strengthen himself, and the most classic song "A Laugh from the Sea".

   "Little friend, you said you want to spread the Chinese language to the world, but foreigners can't understand it, so naturally they won't sing along. What can I do?"

  Uncle Zhan has a straightforward temper and doesn't go around in circles, directly asking his biggest question.

  Liu Qingshan thought for a while, and then said: "A strong country means a strong culture, just like English, which is now the most important lingua franca in the world, is not the afterglow of an empire on which the sun never sets."

"When one day our country and nation are strong enough to attract the attention of the world, those foreigners will naturally take the initiative to learn Chinese, and then our music, literature and art will be accepted by more countries and nations. "

  Uncle Zhan nodded thoughtfully: "Just like in the Han and Tang Dynasties, when China was at its peak, all nations naturally came to court, and they naturally learned Chinese language and culture."

   "Just want to restore the original strength, how easy is it?"

  Liu Qingshan also looked at him with a smile: "It may take 30 to 50 years. China is bound to rise, and the future can be expected."

   "I hope to see this day in my lifetime, hahaha!" Uncle Zhan laughed loudly, and then returned the microphone.

  The vast majority of people present certainly did not agree with Liu Qingshan’s statement in their hearts. It is too difficult to catch up with the gap of more than 300 years in 30 to 50 years, isn’t it?

  A student couldn’t wait to run over, the janitor had to hand him the microphone first, only to hear the student say loudly:

   "Mr. Mountain, you keep saying that you want to spread Chinese culture, but your works, like the song of life, don't feel any cultural elements of our nation. May I ask why?"

  This question is more acute, and Liu Qingshan is not sure whether it is what this student thinks in his heart, or someone instructed him.

  No matter what, you have to go back and forth.

  He still had a smile on his face: "Student, let me correct you first. At least the person who sang this song is our compatriot."

   There was a burst of low laughter around, and then Liu Qingshan said seriously:

  "There is actually a step-by-step problem here. We read Tang poetry and Song Ci to foreigners, and they must not understand, and they don't want to hear you chanting scriptures there."

   "At least you have to get acquainted first. People will pay more attention to your works if they know you and know you. Only then can you have the opportunity to spread your national culture to others, right?"

  The young student's complexion was a little flushed, because he is the kind of person who doesn't even have a chance now.

  Liu Qingshan just stabbed the other party lightly, and didn't intend to hold on to it: "It just so happens that I have a new song, and some tunes and lyrics of Arirang of the Xian ethnic group are added to it."

   As he spoke, he hummed a few words softly:

  “Hand-in-hand-we-stand

  All-across-the-land…

  A-Li-Lang. "

  There are quite a few composers here, and everyone's eyes light up, and many of them nodded secretly.

  The boy who asked the question just now also smiled at Liu Qingshan: "Mr. Mountain, I understand. Thank you for your guidance. Also, can you sign for me?"

   At this time, someone finally couldn't hold back and jumped out.

  I saw Li Zeming raised his hand and stood up without using a microphone, so he shouted loudly:

   "Arirang of yours belongs to the Korean ethnic group. Strictly speaking, he does not belong to our ethnic group. Mr. Mountain, your rhetoric and actions are quite different, which really makes people doubt your character!"

   Did this guy finally jump out?

  Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry or annoyed, he just looked at him quietly for a moment, and then said:

   "The reason is very simple, because this song is written for the next Olympic Games, and it has already been selected as the theme song by the organizing committee in Seoul. It will be sung by Singer Cui from the Mainland, because he is also from the Korean ethnic group."

   "What I want to say is that if our country can also host the Olympic Games, we can naturally incorporate the things of our own nation into it and share it with the world. Student Li Zeming, are you satisfied with my answer?"

   Li Zeming stood there dumbfounded as if he had been slapped in the face, and there was only a blank in his mind.

  (end of this chapter)