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

So in front of a group of masters, it is easy to remind people of a phrase: showing off one's skills in front of an expert.

Or in the words of ordinary people, isn't this showing off in front of Guan Gong?

Miss Yu, who played the erhu just now, covered her face with both hands: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have asked him to go up."

The leaders present also looked unhappy, and some were even dissatisfied with what Conductor Yu Xiaoze did just now: You asked a stick to go up, do you want to see a joke?

Conductor Xiaoze sat quietly, with his eyes slightly closed, as if listening.

His head was still swaying gently with the sound of the xiao, as if he had already entered the stage.

The conductor's ears are definitely the most sensitive. In a band of dozens or even hundreds of people, even if there is a discordant note, he can accurately pick it out.

Seeing Conductor Xiaoze doing this, everyone calmed down, and then gradually blended into the melodious sound of the xiao.

Liu Qingshan's breath was long and long, and many places that needed to be breathed in were completed in one go, so the melody seemed unusually coherent.

The performers present were also slightly relieved: Well, he can play, and in time, he may become a wind player.

But gradually, they had no other thoughts in their hearts, and they were completely immersed in it.

Only the sound of the xiao lingered in their hearts, and all the things outside of the body, all the things outside of the body, all disappeared at this moment.

The wind blew gently, and it seemed that there was a green field in front of me, and a wooden house was hidden among the trees. There was my home.

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

When the spores of longing have grown into green leaves,

Will we still remember those pieces,

The green and lushness of the past;

When the days gradually turn yellow,

Have we understood,

Such lines of poetry after people return and wild geese fall.

Ah, hometown, the scenery of hometown, always flowing in my heart...

Homesickness, everyone has it, so there is the very classic "Spring in the North" in the island country.

At this moment, in a foreign land, this affectionate and melodious melody makes these performers in the island country shed tears.

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

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

Suddenly, Xiaoyu stood up suddenly and started clapping hard.

Then she received the reproachful eyes of everyone, blaming her for disturbing the tranquility and sadness in her heart.

Xiaoyu couldn't help sticking out her tongue, and then retracted her seat, but she couldn't suppress her inner excitement.

She never thought that a beginner could play such a touching music.

It turns out that sometimes, techniques are really secondary, and the most moving thing is the true feelings.

At this moment, Miss Xiaoyu finally made up for her shortcomings and found the direction to move forward.

At this moment, the applause finally rang out. Everyone stood up and clapped their hands vigorously, feeling the wonderful auditory experience brought to them by the young man on the stage.

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

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

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

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

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

Kondo took a deep breath, bowed 90 degrees to Liu Qingshan, and said something in his mouth.

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

The performers of the national orchestra had tears in their eyes again. What a good young man! They all had a glow on their faces.

Liu Qingshan patted Kondo on the shoulder, then walked off 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 smiled and shook his head: "Compared with all the professionals, I am just a layman."

"That's wrong."

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

"Mr. Qingshan's music has gone beyond the technique and entered another realm, that is, returning to the original state."

The people around were listening quietly, and some people seemed to have some understanding in their hearts.

Returning to the original state is the level they all yearn for.

Unexpectedly, this young man who is not a professional in front of him actually did it.

I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.

After Conductor Ozawa finished his comments, everyone was impressed. Mr. Kondo bowed to Liu Qingshan again and said something.

The translator came forward to explain: "Mr. Kondo hopes to get the score, he wants to study it."

"Don't bother Mr. Liu, I will sort it out for everyone, but I don't know what the name of this song is?"

Conductor Ozawa waved his hand gently. When it comes to music, he really remembers it after hearing it.

Liu Qingshan thought for a while and said: "This is what I wrote when I was studying in the United States. I missed my hometown. Let's call it the original scenery of my hometown."

Returning the favor the way you have been treated, Liu Qingshan also played this trick today.

With Liu Qingshan's example, it was difficult for others to go on stage, and the rest of the time was for everyone to communicate with each other.

Liu Qingshan returned to his original seat, and Teacher Shi came over, patted his arm gently, and then gave him a thumbs up.

A piece of ancient Xun convinced his peers in the island country, and this incident will soon become a good story in the music world.

And the girl Yu also turned around, her face still flushed with excitement:

"Are you Liu Qingshan? Thank you, I learned a lot today."

This girl is okay, not as shy as her peers.

Liu Qingshan's heart suddenly moved, and then he smiled: "Only the national can be the world, so each of us must work hard to carry forward the Chinese folk music."

Miss Xiao Yu nodded her chin vigorously: "I will, my name is Yu Shuilian, majoring in erhu."

Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand and shook her hand: "We are from the Big Tree Entertainment Company. I have a plan. I wonder if you are interested, Xiao Yu?"

Yu Shuilian blinked her eyes with long eyelashes: "Are you older than me?"

Gu, let's not focus on this, okay?

Liu Qingshan was a little speechless, but fortunately, Yu Shuilian immediately turned to the point: "What plan?"

"You can find some sisters in the group who play folk music, such as guzheng, guqin, sheng, flute, erhu, pipa, etc., and then form a band."

Liu Qingshan's inspiration came from the later Twelve Girls Band. This band is very popular all over the world, and it is popular both inside and outside the wall.

Especially in the island country, it is the most sought after.

Liu Qingshan also wants to bring folk music to the world, and this is a good attempt.

Yu Shuilian blinked her big eyes: "Why do we have to have all women?"

Can we still communicate properly? Liu Qingshan is a little tired. Why does this girl's focus always go astray?

Finally, I simply asked Sister Zhang to give this girl a business card of the company under the big tree, and asked Yu Shuilian to go to the company when she has time, and then asked Gao Lingfeng and others to talk to this girl.

"Under the big tree, I seem to have heard of this company. It's quite rich and donated a lot of money to the Asian Games."

Yu Shuilian happily took the business card, put it in her pocket, and decided to take a few good sisters to take a look tomorrow.

Then, several performers from the island country came to Liu Qingshan and everyone started chatting together.

Sister Zhang also interjected a few words from time to time, such as the highlights of playing the last of the Mohicans in the United States, because she also participated in them.

This is a big deal. Those island musicians kept bowing. Liu Qingshan was a little worried that he might break his waist.

People in the music industry, of course, have heard of this anecdote and are all yearning for it.

I never expected that I would meet a real god today.

Mr. Kondo had the most complicated feelings: If I had known that a big guy like you was hiding among the masses, I would never dare to act big on the stage.

Immediately, these musicians invited Liu Qingshan: Please come to their country to perform and give lectures.

In fact, they also used this method to retain some folk music talents in Japan.

How to say it, the salary is high, they are respected, and the atmosphere is really good.

But it will definitely not work for Liu Qingshan.

Verbally, Liu Qingshan still agreed. As for whether to go in the future, let's talk about it later.

Maybe after the establishment of the Women's Music Band, he may go there to promote it to the world.

Because Liu Qingshan calmed the situation, the atmosphere of this exchange was very good and no one raised any thorns.

Near the end of the performance, Mitsui Mu hurriedly entered the venue with a few people. After explaining a few words to conductor Ozawa, Mitsui Mu invited Liu Qingshan to go out and sit together.

Liu Qingshan asked Lao Cui and Sister Zhang to go back first, and he followed Mitsui Mu alone to leave the national orchestra.

It was not easy to find a cafe or teahouse now. Anyway, it was almost noon, so Liu Qingshan found a restaurant nearby.

Everyone found a private room to sit down. After Liu Qingshan ordered the dishes, he saw Mitsui Mu handed over a thick agreement, accompanied by a cold look.

"Very efficient." Liu Qingshan picked up the agreement and read it.

Mitsui Mu just reported this matter to the country, which immediately attracted the attention of the entire consortium, because they all coveted the fat piece of Earth Network.

After an emergency assessment by professionals within the consortium, the conclusion was: Bluebird Company is simply impossible to develop the most advanced mobile phone within five years.

However, in order to be safe, many restrictions were formulated to prevent the other party from taking advantage of loopholes.

This contract was drafted by the most professional lawyer. Although the time was short, it was very strict. Then it was faxed to Mitsui.

Liu Qingshan also read it carefully. Whether it was a contract or a contract, there were too many traps in it. He had to take it seriously.

While reading, Liu Qingshan shook his head gently with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Mitsui pretended to ignore it. In his opinion, the rules and regulations were too harsh.

At this moment, Mitsui's only worry was that Liu Qingshan would break up and the bet would be completely ruined.

Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely not sign something that would lose 90%.

"Mr. Mitsui, do you have the nerve to write such a clause?"

Liu Qingshan pointed to one of the restrictions, which was the weight limit for mobile phones: no more than 200 grams, less than half a pound.

Even the batteries of today's mobile phones weigh several 200 grams.

Mitsui Mu felt ashamed for a moment, but soon it was replaced by hatred. He said with a gloomy face:

"Of course, the development direction of mobile phones is to become lighter and lighter."

This is also what their company values ​​most, because the current nickel-cadmium batteries will be overweight anyway.

Then they can only develop lithium batteries. According to the information they have obtained: the technology of lithium batteries has just started in China, and it will take at least ten years to achieve results.

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "I am a little bit lost in this bet now. Look at this one, which requires a minimum sales of one million mobile phones in the international market. Mitsui, I want to ask you, what do you think?"

"If you don't dare to bet, just say it directly. Why come up with so many harsh conditions."

Mitsui Mu's face was also a little hot. When has he ever been pointed at and scolded like this?

However, in order to redeem himself, he still endured it: "Mr. Liu, mobile phones will become more and more popular in the future, so we can't use the current sales volume to measure five years later."

Liu Qingshan shook his head again with disdain, and he was too lazy to read the remaining conditions.

After reading it, Liu Qingshan put down the contract and stared at Mitsuiki:

"From the contract, I don't see your sincerity. The bets on my side are clearly marked. Don't you need bets, or do you want to get something for nothing?"wWw.7

Mitsuiki nodded stiffly: "We can definitely come up with an equal bet, but this involves commercial secrets. We are conducting a secret acquisition in the United States."

"If Mr. Liu does not agree to the contract, there is no need to disclose it to you."

Acquisition, or in the United States?

Liu Qingshan went over it in his mind, and soon understood the major acquisition projects of the island country in the United States in the next two years.

He snorted softly: "It's just Columbia Pictures, what's the fuss about?"

"How did you know!"

Mitsui stood up suddenly. It was about acquiring one of the eight major film companies in the United States. Except for the secret negotiations between the top executives of both parties, there was absolutely no possibility of leakage.

After more than a year of negotiations, the two sides officially signed the agreement at the end of this year.

However, the acquirer was Sony, but Sony could not come up with billions of US dollars at once, so companies like Mitsui, Toshiba, etc. provided huge loans to Sony, which successfully completed the acquisition.

"If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself." Liu Qingshan stood up, stretched his waist, and said something.

Mitsui was immediately disappointed: Is he going to leave directly?

But he heard Liu Qingshan say lightly: "No problem, when will the agreement be signed?"

Mitsui stood there dumbfounded: He agreed, he actually agreed...

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city is in ruins, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is now no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remains, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seem to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure is lying.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about 70 to 80 meters away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest disturbance.

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