Hello, 1983

"Hey, second son, how about taking a shower in the cold weather?"

Two street aunts walked in through the gate, each pulled one leg and pulled the second son out.

There is no water in the fish tank now, but the winter snow has melted at the bottom of the tank, and the dirty water still makes Erzi's face.

This kid simply didn't run away. Since Mr. Mao'er was not fooled, he might have some means. It's best to help him make up for the loss.

So he followed the two aunts into the house with shy eyebrows, and went to the washbasin to wash himself.

The two aunts each bought some mountain goods, and the old sisters wrapped the things tightly, and then they were happy.

The second son came over and said, "Master Mao'er, we can't admit it, it's not about money, you can't lose face!"

Master Lu glanced at him: "We didn't plant it again."

The boy struggled for a while, and finally plopped down and knelt in front of the old Mao'er: "Master Mao'er, you watched me grow up, this time you have to help me."

The old hat also hated that iron is not steel, stretched out a hand, like carrying a little chicken, dragged the second son up, and reprimanded:

"You kid, you can't learn well when you're a kid. After a while, you can find a good business student. If you make a couple of bad money, you will start chattering, and you will have a better memory in the future."

The second son nodded again and again, this time it was a real loss, and he didn't know how to turn over in the future.

At this time, Liu Qingshan suddenly interjected: "Maybe, this group of people is a gang with a large number of fake jade stones. If this matter is not resolved, how many people will be fooled."

Since Uncle Lao Mao'er and this second son met two groups of people, it proved that the other party was organized.

It happened just yesterday, indicating that the other party may have just started, and he must not change places so quickly.

The most important thing is that Liu Qingshan knows that this kind of special glass is not yet available in China, and the island country has just researched it.

Could it be that there are islanders behind the scenes?

After discussing for a while, Liu Qingshan asked Erzi to find a few more people to lead the way in the afternoon, and lead Lu Fang and the others along the alley, pretending to be small goods.

If you encounter it, don't startle the snake, ask Lu Fang and the others to find out,

See what the other party is coming from.

These guys are all scouts, so don't take it too easy.

The second son also came to the spirit leader and ran out to find someone.

Liu Qingshan and the others were finally able to stop eating lunch.

Liu Qingshan said while eating: "Uncle Shi, our cooperative is going to open a mountain goods store. You and Uncle Lu will help you walk around a storefront, just buy and not rent."

"How large is it?"

Years after the year, the film and television city stopped working, and Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu returned to their old business, walking the streets and alleys to collect things.

Liu Qingshan thought for a while: "Of course, the bigger the better, the pawnbroker's house, and the location should be more prosperous. This is collectively contributed by the villagers in our village, and several million can still be raised."

Last year, the domestic pilot housing reform was carried out. By next year, it will be fully promoted and deepened, and the house will be converted into a kind of commodity.

Then, it became like this in the future.

When Uncle Lu heard this, he seemed to remember something. He rummaged through the desk for a while and found a few newspapers:

"Qingshan, your village is in the newspaper again, tsk tsk, a small mountain village donated 400,000 yuan for the Asian Games, your village is really rich!"

Liu Qingshan picked up the newspaper and looked at it. It was the People's Newspaper again. Looking at the signature, it turned out that it was a reporter from Linda University. This was almost a professional reporter of Jiapigou.

There is also a photo on it, which is the picture of Grandpa Kidnai leaning on a cane and handing the passbook to the old party secretary.

Zhang Pang, who was thinking about the newspaper, was also used as a background board, revealing a vague face, still from the side.

After browsing it, the beginning part is roughly to praise the noble qualities of the country when the farmers get rich; the latter part goes to the political height and discusses the issue of "how to spend money when you have money".

With the development of the economy, some of the people who got rich first, that is, the type currently called "big money", are called "Jian Ye" here in the capital, and those who are female are called "Jian Jie".

After you have money in your pocket, some big money will start to be published, and the public opinion is not very good. This article seems to guide this kind of article. No wonder it can be published in the people's newspaper to promote it.

As for another newspaper, it was promoting the singer's charity performance and donating money for the Asian Games.

The focus is on the singers of Dashuxia Entertainment Company, who went deep into the grassroots level and sang for the Asian Games. All the proceeds were donated, and they were full of positive energy.

The names of Lao Cui, Big Sister Zhang and others were all listed, and even Huanzi and A Mao, who were now unknown people, also showed their faces.

Liu Qingshan also looked very pleased: Does this count as indirectly helping the company to advertise?

Moreover, this is very helpful to establish a positive image of the singers, which is very beneficial to the development of the big tree.

After lunch, the two sons came with people, all riding bicycles. Lu Fang and the others followed and left. The two of them walked through the streets and alleys, just to get acquainted with the topography of the capital.

Liu Qingshan got on a bicycle and went to the company first.

After wandering around for almost an hour, I just arrived at the place. The company has not yet started to rebuild, it is still a small dilapidated house, but there are twenty or thirty people lined up at the door.

These days, queuing is quite common, and sometimes you have to queue to go to the store to buy something.

However, Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled: we are an entertainment company, and we don't sell anything, so what are the queues?

So he pushed the car and walked forward, but a shout came from beside him: "Line up in line, don't jump in line!"

Liu Qingshan tilted his head to look, it was a young girl with short hair, bold eyes, and a hint of rebellion, staring at him aggressively.

Seems a little familiar? Liu Qingshan blinked, and suddenly remembered, this is not that Tian or something, and will grow into an existence at the level of a big sister in the music industry in the future.

Oda with short hair, hehe, this is the first time I've seen him. Could it be that his singing level is directly proportional to the length of his hair?

What would the bald Xiao Zhou say about the lead singer of Zero O'Clock?

"I want to ask, what kind of in-demand goods are sold here?"

Liu Qingshan still couldn't help but ask, that is, the way of asking is more euphemistic.

Sure enough, Miss Oda rolled her eyes and ignored him.

However, a young man in the back was more enthusiastic: "Brother, we all sing and are going to join this company."

Liu Qingshan blinked twice: "Oh, I thought it was a non-staple food seller."

He has long been happy in his heart: it seems that the propaganda on the newspaper is effective!

While thinking about it, I saw a small stool running out and calling for people to enter. Just when I saw Liu Qingshan, I immediately cheered and ran up to hug Liu Qingshan's arm:

"Mr. Liu, when did you come back?"

Those who were in line were a little stunned. They all knew that this little girl was the contracted singer of this company, so the President Liu she mentioned was the founder of the entertainment company under the big tree?

Liu Qingshan reached out and rubbed the head of the small stool: "Just arrived in the morning."

After he finished speaking, he added: "It's still a bit cold today, so don't ask everyone to line up outside, just wait in the conference room."

"Mr. Liu, the conference room is full." The small stool blinked.

Although the company covers a large area, it is really not enough to go to a bungalow. It seems that the office building must be built this year.

At the very least, all departments have to be complete, and there must be a special training room.

Liu Qingshan recruits these singers, making money is one aspect, and he hopes that these singers can break through themselves and achieve greater achievements.

There was no way, he could only wave to the people in line: "Our company's current conditions are still very simple, and we can only work hard for everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Oda with short hair, leaving the army, flicking the small bag on his shoulder, and turning away.

"What are you going to do?"

Liu Qingshan didn't want to let the big fish go.

"I offended you just now, can your company still want me?"

Now Oda, there is still a rebellious spirit.

Liu Qingshan didn't find it funny either: "I'm like such a small-bellied person, I was just joking."

Oda just turned around and looked at him suspiciously, but walked back and stood in line.

"Cough, queuing up, no jumping in line."

Liu Qingshan coughed twice and returned the original words.

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and smiles appeared on everyone's faces involuntarily.

"He also said that he was not careful."

Comrade Oda murmured, then grinned and smiled, still smiling happily.

Only then did Liu Qingshan follow the small stool in. There were still three teams photographed in the room. There were two tables in front of them, and there were a few judges who made a cameo appearance.

This is the first trial. After that, you will be taken to the next door for assessment by a more professional teacher from the company.

Liu Qingshan found that Song Xue led Zhang Pengfei and Wei Bing, and they were all present, busy distributing forms to those who were waiting in line.

There were two middle-aged men in their thirties who were sitting in front of the judges. He also didn't know them, and they were probably also newly recruited musicians.

Beside them, Kanko also sat there to make up the numbers.

With his musical literacy, he should be able to do the first trial.

Liu Qingshan greeted everyone, and then sat in the front row as a judge.

He sat down with a golden knife, and shouted: "Let's divide it into another team, we can make progress faster."

However, those who were in line were always going to each other, and no one was willing to come.

Everyone's thinking is the same: so young, who knows if you understand or not, if you are really a layman and you are dismissed, it will be called injustice.

Liu Qingshan also blinked: Are you so disrespectful?

Not only was the singer not giving face, but even the two judges frowned.

One of them didn't say a word, probably because he was very familiar with the staff after seeing Liu Qingshan come in.

The other was more straightforward, asking in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent, "Who are you?"

Before Liu Qingshan could answer, Huanzi, who was sitting at the other end, hurriedly said: "Brother Chen, let me introduce, this is the general manager of our entertainment company under the tree; Mr. Liu, this is Mr. Xiaoqi, who just came from Guangdong Province. Resign and join our company."

That Mr. Chen looked a bit refined and scholarly, and nodded to Liu Qingshan:

"It turned out to be Mr. Liu. I'm lucky to meet, but this kind of professional thing should be left to us more professional people."

The words are quite euphemistic, but the meaning is self-evident: the layman stands aside.

Liu Qingshan still appreciates this kind of person, and has his own principles and persistence.

Moreover, he has also heard the name of the other party, and he still understands the sound of the waves.

So Liu Qingshan nodded: "Mr. Chen, welcome, our company needs an excellent songwriter like you."

The two stood up and shook hands, and Huanzi next to him added another sentence:

"Brother Chen, our President Liu, like you, also likes to create."

"Oh, I don't know what works Mr. Liu has?"

Chen Taosheng looked at Liu Qingshan with a somewhat sophisticated look.

When he thinks about it, it is estimated that young people like to be in the limelight, and then his subordinates brag about it, and he is a little clueless.

Huanzi over there shook his long hair lightly and said proudly:

"The Cup of Life created by Mr. Liu last year is very popular around the world."

"The cup of life, you are Mr. Mountain!"

Chen Tao stood up abruptly, and he was indeed shocked. Although he was arrogant about his talents, he was still well-known in Guangdong Province, and those representative works had not yet been created.

But this one in front of me has already rushed out of the country and went to the world. Compared with others, it is not a level at all, okay?

"I just write and write casually. It's just for fun. In the future, these singers in the company will have to count on the teachers here to eat."

Liu Qingshan said a few words of modesty, and then felt the figure shaking in front of him, and looked closely, good guy, in front of him, there was already a long line of people, crowded like a bean bag.

The so-called shadow of a person's famous tree refers to this situation.

Fortunately, Liu Qingshan's review speed is very fast, look at the form in his hand, and then ask a few questions casually.

Actually, he mostly looked at names.

Those whose names are familiar will pass smoothly; those who have never heard of it will be eliminated.

In this age of blooming flowers, if you still can't get along, you must have no potential.

So regardless of the number of people in front of him, the progress was the fastest. After a while, the small stool called in another group from outside.

"Oda, it's over."

Liu Qingshan looked at the short-haired girl in front of him and passed it smoothly.

"Thank you, Teacher Liu." Oda bowed deeply in excitement.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth could not help but lift slightly: Am I a teacher again?

After being busy for more than two hours, this place is considered to be finished. In fact, there are not many people who actually enter the next round, and there are less than ten people.

Liu Qingshan stood up, moved his somewhat stiff body, and then went to the next door for a walk, that was the point.

When I got to the door, I saw that A Mao was guarding the door, and someone was singing a cappella in the room.

Ah Mao's eyes lit up, and he opened the door from inside, but he didn't make a sound, so as not to disturb the inside.

Inside the room, the singing stopped, Liu Qingshan smiled at her, and asked in a very low voice, "Why are you so good today?"

As a result, he was given a blank look. Liu Qingshan looked inside, and saw a thin old lady sitting in the middle, wearing glasses, gentle, and was communicating something with Oda in front of him.

God of Valley!

Liu Qingshan blinked hard, no wonder Ah Mao looked like a primary school student, so the teacher was here.