Hello 1983

  Chapter 767 Sent to the door to take advantage of, do not kill for nothing (ask for a monthly ticket)

   Mitsuiki's Chinese is not very proficient, but everyone can still hear clearly, and they can't help but look at Liu Qingshan.

   It is estimated that the vast majority of people present are a little confused: Who is this person?

  Under the eyes of everyone, Liu Qingshan was calm and unhurried. He smiled and nodded at Mitsuigi: "I don't see you in a day, it's like three autumns, how is Mitsui-kun?"

   "I'm also a little curious. How did Mr. Mitsui appear here? Could it be that he thinks he has no talent for business and has changed to music?"

  This Mitsui Ki, in Liu Qingshan's mind, still has a very high status, second only to Young Master Li, and is the second-ranked money-giving boy.

   Liu Qingshan owes his first money to Mr. Mitsui.

   Mitsui gave a sneer and proudly said: "This friendly exchange is sponsored by our Mitsui Co., Ltd., of course I am qualified to accompany you."

   "It's unexpected, Liu Sang, you are just playing around here."

   This is already the second time in just a few minutes that I have heard the term "puffing up". Liu Qingshan owes to his excellent psychological quality, otherwise, he might have self-doubt.

  Because of Mitsui Ki's sudden attack, the originally relatively harmonious atmosphere was a bit awkward.

   "Haha, the cultures of China and Japan are in the same line, so there is no need to worry too much. Gentlemen, Mr. Ozawa, please take a seat first."

  The accompanying leaders were still of a high standard, and a few words eased the atmosphere.

  Leader Wen reached out to the man in his fifties at the front and made a gesture of please.

  This hair is quite long, a little gray, and looks very unique.

  He had a warm smile on his face, and nodded politely towards Liu Qingshan, but he didn't say much, and walked forward slowly.

   Walking all the way to the front, there are two rows of chairs in front, obviously for leaders and foreign guests.

  Commander Ozawa stopped suddenly, then waved his hands and said in Chinese:

  “We are not politicians, we are all colleagues and friends, we just sit together.”

  Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they couldn't help but feel good about this conductor Ozawa.

   And unexpectedly, Conductor Ozawa speaks Mandarin well, with a bit of the local accent of the capital.

  In fact, Ozawa was born in Shenyang, then moved to Beiping, and lived here until elementary school, before returning to the island country.

   It's just that the leaders are a little embarrassed, because such an arrangement is also a matter of habit.

  After Mr. Ozawa finished speaking, he walked down, and there happened to be an empty seat on the other side of Liu Qingshan, and he sat there.

   "Hello, Mr. Ozawa, I have known you for a long time." Liu Qingshan politely extended his hand and shook hands with the other party.

  The leader who told him just now covered his face: It’s a waste of time, I told you to read less and watch more. What should I do if I show my timidity in front of foreign guests?

  The smile on the face of Commander Ozawa is also very friendly: "You are Mr. Mountain Liu, I have also admired your name for a long time."

  People in the folk orchestra around were a little dazed: What's the situation, Mr. Ozawa, a world-renowned conductor, ignores the performers who are all eyes, so how can he have a good conversation with a layman?

  Liu Qingshan talked and laughed with Commander Ozawa, and then said: "Mr. Ozawa, everyone is waiting to communicate with you, I can't just focus on beauty."

   "Okay, let's talk later." Commander Ozawa then stood up and continued talking with others.

  His kind attitude and friendly attitude towards others quickly won the favor of everyone, and the atmosphere of communication was very harmonious.

  The musicians from other island countries are similar. Most of the musical instruments in the island country are passed from here, so there are common topics.

  Only Mr. Mitsui seemed to be doing nothing, but this guy came up to Liu Qingshan:

   "I heard that some people overestimate their capabilities and plan to study mobile phones?"

   "Haha, it's not that I underestimate your level of electronics. Perhaps in a few decades, you may be able to research it."

  Liu Qingshan glanced at him and said slowly: "Do you want to bet?"

   It's not like which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

  Mitsui Ki choked for a moment, thinking of all the past, suddenly felt that his breath was held between his chest and abdomen, unable to go up or down, it was very uncomfortable.

  Thinking about losing bets to this guy several times, Mitsui couldn't help being angry.

  Since the opportunity of revenge was presented on his own initiative, how could Mitsuki refuse: "Okay, if you bet, you can bet. If a gentleman says something, it's hard to chase."

  This guy's understanding of Chinese culture is at least better than Lord Wei's, and it's hard to catch up without it.

  Liu Qingshan looked calm and indifferent: "Then tell me, what are you betting on, I will accompany you."

   Immediately afterwards, he added: "You'd better add a deadline, I don't want to be said that victory is not by force."

  The more disdainful Liu Qingshan's attitude was, the more angry Mitsui became. He stared into Liu Qingshan's eyes, and said viciously:

   "Then it will be ten years, no, five years, within five years, if your company can develop a mobile phone, you will win."

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "I don't like to take advantage, so I want to remind you that there must be a requirement for the performance or sales of mobile phones. We can't just make one and count."

   Don't like taking advantage? Mitsuki almost laughed angrily.

  However, he feels that the latter request is quite fair, and needs to be carefully considered, lest the other party make a brick-and-mortar machine that counts, so he can find someone to reason with.

   "There is still a bet, how do you calculate, Mitsui-kun, do you want to play a big one?"

  Liu Qingshan was relaxed on the surface, but he was happier in his heart: this kind of people who are sent to the door are taken advantage of, and they are not slaughtered in vain.

  Hearing what Liu Qingshan said, Mitsuki felt a little timid, mainly because the previous bets had caused him a great psychological shadow.

   "Mitsui-kun, if you're not interested, forget it."

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand, as if he was not going to talk to the other party anymore.

  Mitsuigi thought that the other party was asking for a step, and of course he couldn't let go of this opportunity for revenge, so he said immediately:

   "Okay, if you lose, I want your Earth Net!"

   This guy has investigated some of Liu Qingshan’s business activities behind the scenes, and he knows that Liu Qingshan is the master behind the scenes of the Earth Net, which is very popular in the United States.

   "I have a big appetite, yes, but I want to know, what is Mr. Mitsui's bargaining chip?"

  Liu Qingshan also nodded, now that the market value of Earth Network has exceeded one billion, and the future is boundless, Mitsui is really greedy.

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

   Mitsuigi obviously also knows the importance of this matter, if it is several million or tens of millions, he can make a decision.

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

   "I'll go out and make a phone call." Mitsuigi 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 old people in the company 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."

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

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

   After glaring at Liu Qingshan fiercely, Mitsuki left the living room in a hurry.

  Liu Qingshan also knows that this kind of business bet is of great importance, and it will not be achieved so easily, so he is not in a hurry, so he beats 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. You can never leave your fists and tunes, and 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 completely fine, 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 also flushed slightly because of 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 froze 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 director told me to play Erquan, saying it was more connotative."

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing: This girl is quite straightforward. Is it true that you are the head of your group?

  Sister Zhang said unforgivingly: "I know now, 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 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 continues. After you play, I will appear on the stage, and the audience applauds continuously.

  Liu Qingshan gradually immersed himself in the atmosphere of music, and temporarily forgot about the disputes. The charm of music probably lies in this.

  The one on stage at this time is Mr. Kondo, a performer from the island country, 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: The End of Summer.

   The voice of 觱篥 is originally a bit sad, so it was also called sad 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 sentimental.

  The music of the island country is still very developed. In the 1980s and 1990s, cover songs of the island country became popular. No wonder some people joked: Miyuki Nakajima feeds most of the Chinese music scene.

  After the song was played, everyone gave warm applause.

   Kondo also bowed on the stage, and then said something in his mouth. 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?"

  People 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 female partner 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.

  The Mr. Kondo on the stage kept shaking his head, as if he was very sorry, and walked slowly down the stage.

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

  Of course Big Sister Zhang couldn't bear her violent temper. She roared, 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 held her arm.

  When 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 come up and deal with you!"

  Everyone couldn't help but feel ashamed: You thought 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.

  Big Sister Zhang was still arguing, and she asked Liu Qingshan to play a performance to extinguish the other party's arrogance.

   "Don't go up there and shame yourself, okay?"

  Girl Yu was also on the side to dissuade her, even those words were quite ugly. Could it be that all musicians are like this, they can only play and sing, but can’t speak?

   "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, and he 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 will 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?"

   Blowing Xun?

   This one is really quite out of the way, but after all, it is a 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 Commander Ozawa who invited him, so he could only wait and see.

  The performers of the folk band 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.

  Chick!

   A chuckle came out of Kondo's mouth: "This level of playing is really indiscriminate, are you ashamed to go on stage?"

  (end of this chapter)