MTL - Chapter One of the Night-Chapter 107 God chat

   Chapter 107 God Chat

   Thursday, after ten in the morning.

   A tall old man walked into the classroom with a bag.

   There was an instant silence in the music classroom.

  Almost everyone sat upright.

  This old man was quite tall for his age and the time he was born, about 1.8 meters tall, and even though he was probably in his 70s, he still had a straight back.

   He has a bun on his head, an ebony hairpin, a large beard under his jaw, and he wears a standard "Mingfu".

   is also the clothing of the Ming Dynasty.

  This kind of clothes has now been transformed into the so-called national costumes. Only the bigwigs in the court will wear them when they routinely go to pay homage to the emperor. In the folk, it is only on special festivals that everyone will wear it.

   But such a suit of clothes that clearly represents the old fashioned, but it is indescribably decent when worn on this old man. He has always opposed constitutional monarchy, opposed democracy, and advocated returning power to the monarch.

   Of course, it is said that the old man is actually very open-minded, with a broad personality and a chivalrous spirit.

   "Hello classmates!"

The old man put down his bag, raised his head and swept around the classroom. The beard under his jaw was already gray, but he looked very imposing. Xu Zhenghua felt that his beard was a bit like a certain party veteran in the Republic of China. You are going to have a composition class in the semester, so I will teach you this class."

  No one in the classroom dared to answer.

   It is said that the old man even resented the students applauding him during class.

   He thought he was here to preach, not to perform, and he didn’t need applause.

   In the conservatory, his words are the rules.

  From the dean to many department chairs, to many professors, they are all his students.

   is not a student but also an admirer.

   His name is Xu Zhihu.

   There are very few people in China who dare to publicly declare that they have two wives, and would rather go to jail than divorce.

  Emperor Daming personally issued an amnesty order for him.

   He is proficient in more than a dozen languages ​​and is good at playing hundreds of musical instruments. At the age of 33, he served as the head and chief conductor of the "Daming Royal Orchestra" for more than 20 years.

   But music, composing, conducting, and performing are not his main occupations, because he is also a famous translator, Sanskrit writer, painter, and a world-famous master of Chinese studies, writers, poets, and philosophers.

   For decades, he even wrote directly in English, French, Spanish and other languages, translated and passed on Chinese literature, philosophical thinking, historical heritage, etc., and had a great international influence.

   For nearly 30 years, he is the first person to be nominated by successive governments as Minister of Education or Minister of Culture.

   Of course, he never went.

   Because he is against any [Wang Jian] main government.

He showed his absolute genius very early on. When he was young, he betrothed to the daughter of a prominent family in his hometown. It is said that his parents-in-law treated him like their own, so that he could go in and out of his father-in-law's house at will very early on. This is very inconsistent. It was a traditional custom at that time, but what was even more exaggerated was that he directly told his father-in-law that my sister-in-law was also very beautiful, so you can buy one for one, and marry her to me. His father-in-law agreed on the spot.

   Later, he wrote this experience into his "Shuangshu Fu", which spread to the world for a while.

   He got married at the age of seventeen. He married two daughters at one time. Later, the domestic law changed and he was asked to divorce one of them.

   In 1943, he was sentenced to prison for "bigamy".

   Three months later, he was pardoned.

In the 1960s, he wrote thirteen open letters to the then first assistant. The final result was that the education law was revised half a year later, requiring all schools to carry out brush calligraphy practice classes in elementary and junior high schools. , and until high school, there must be a music appreciation class.

   Those thirteen open letters have long since become famous.

   The seventh chapter is included in the textbook for the second year of high school.

   is such an old man who refuses to take graduate students all his life. He believes that music does not need to be taught privately, nor does it need any masters or doctorates. He believes that music only needs genius, and genius, one semester is enough.

   He always insisted on teaching undergraduates.

   "Before I came, I heard that there is a genius at your level..."

   The old man looked unsmiling, "It's called... Xu Zhenghua, right? Where are you? Did you come to class? Stand up and let me see."

With a    hula, many people turned around to look for someone. After three seconds, most of the people's eyes were focused on Xu Zhenghua.

   Because Xu Zhenghua stood up.

  The old man built the pergola with his hands, "Oh, I see! Sit down!"

   "Hello Mr. Xu, I'm not a genius."

   "Oh, it's silly to think like that!"

The old man opened the bag, took out an old lesson plan that looked old at a glance, and continued to face expressionlessly, "They are all bragging about geniuses, you can't let them bragging about it, it's a lot less talkative, maybe less. A lot of income, you have to explain it to them, they still think you are hypocritical."

He threw the old lesson plan on the lecture table casually. He moved the chair in the corner of the podium and put it next to the lecture table. When he sat down, Erlang's legs were raised, and then he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his chest, and with a snap, The cigarette was on.

   Oh, yes, the country has completely banned smoking on campus.

   He is one of the few people who still smokes while teaching students.

   He said that if you don't smoke, you won't be able to teach.

   But in the field of public opinion, in the school, or the students, no one objected.

   "Sit down!"

The old man flicked the ashtray, "Your song "Song of Qianqianque" is not bad, it uses a little more Western techniques, and it deviates from the meaning of the words, but it is not harmful for the moment. There are no words well written."

  Xu Zhenghua sat down.

The old man started chatting, smoking a cigarette with Erlang's legs crossed, "composing, don't think it's too complicated, and you don't have to worry about learning it. Because all of you here, you are destined to not be a composer in your life. Just listen to the class carefully. , According to the method I said, in the future I will learn a little bit, I can write a few small orders, small pieces, entertain myself, I can perform it in front of my parents, let them know that the tuition they paid for is not wasted, it is not bad... …”

   This is very rude to say.

   But after a few minutes, there was laughter in the classroom.

   One and a half hours of class, the old man just sat there talking, and occasionally got up to play two stanzas at the piano, and then explained while playing. It was full of wit and wit, and it was impossible for you to understand.

   The class ended in an hour and a half, and even Xu Zhenghua, who was actually not very interested in music at first, felt a little unfinished.

   So during lunch, everyone consciously discussed his witty remarks in class today.

   It seems that the whole restaurant has become cheerful.

   There was no class in the afternoon, so after lunch Xu Zhenghua strolled out.

   Still don’t go through the main door, but go through the small door.

   The Tarzan bike he bought was waiting on the side of the road not far from the small gate.

  Xu Zhenghua opened the back door and went up, "Second brother, have you eaten? You can find a place to eat first!"

  Lu Liguo turned around and said, "I've eaten, I'll go home with a pinch, your sister-in-law has already made it, she'll come after eating, just in time to pick you up."

  Xu Zhenghua asked him again, "How is it going?"

He replied, "It's alright, I have memorized several roads, and the area near your school. I also made two trips to the area where Shuyi lives, and I got familiar with it. It's just... I spent a lot of money on gas, and this car is big, but it still costs a lot of gas."

   He had just arrived in the imperial capital, and of course he was unfamiliar with the place, so after he bought the car, he discussed with Xu Zhenghua and wanted to take some time to turn the imperial capital around.

   Xu Zhenghua certainly agrees.

   So as long as Xu Zhenghua doesn't use a car, he drives around in his car, and it is said that he has to go out even at night.

   "It's alright, don't worry."

   The radio was on in the car, and the two hosts were chatting.

"I think the reason why this song is so popular is at least 80% related to its lyrics and music. Of course, the music is very pleasant, but the lyrics are really well written. This is the lyric that our Chinese people like. It's romantic, everything will be revealed, and it's subtle. Recently, everyone has been praising Jin Xiaoqing's singing skills, but I feel that her singing skills are only of the upper-middle level. It's really not worthy of such overwhelming praise. I think this song is the best. What deserves praise is Xu Zhenghua's lyrics..."

   "But you criticized the words of "Browsing Eyes" before, and it was a large number of special criticisms!"

   "Of course, the lyrics of that song are really bad! It's not even as good as "Short Hair"!"

"Hahaha!"

"But that's how I am. I'm just talking about things, and I'm talking about songs. His "Browsing Eyes" was badly written. I scolded him more fiercely than anyone else, but the lyrics of this "A Thousand Thousand Que Song" are really good. Brag! If you don't believe me, just wait and see, this song will definitely still be number one on the next list. Look at the songs on the market now, the lyrics are more drool-worthy than each other, so bad that you can't read them, like "Kankanvatan", I'd rather they use the original text of the Book of Songs..."

   "So do you think "Qianqianque Song" will win four consecutive championships?"

   "Yes! But I hope that it can win seven consecutive championships, at least surpassing "Beautiful Eyes", this song deserves such an honor, it is the biggest surprise in the Chinese music scene so far this year!"

  Lu Liguo suddenly turned around and looked over, "I've been driving around recently, and I've been driving the radio, and everyone praises you."

"what!"

  Xu Zhenghua laughed, put down the newspaper and looked over, "I spent money!"

Lu Liguo also laughed, "I don't believe it! You said you paid a few people to say good things about you, I can still believe it, but almost all the radio stations I've listened to these days are complimenting your song, you How much will it cost to buy it?"

Xu Zhenghua smiled and wanted to explain again, for example, it was the money spent by the company, but thinking about it again, it was meaningless. He raised his wrist to see that it was almost time, he smiled and said, "Let's go, go around the front door. ."

   "Ah, good!"

   So the car started quickly, and a few minutes later, it drove to the main entrance of the Conservatory of Music.

  Two or three minutes later, Yuan Wei came out of the school with a parasol, hurried over and got into the car.

"Set off!"

  The car turned around and headed east.

  Xu Zhenghua made an appointment on the phone yesterday and will visit the Mosaic Company this afternoon.

  School has started, so Yuan Wei's summer temporary job has naturally resigned, but she neither wants to stay at school nor go to the house to be alone, so she has to go with her.

  An Xiaojing was unable to go, she was guilty of a thief, and did not dare to appear in public with Xu Zhenghua on any occasions that had nothing to do with music.

  The car didn't drive far, Yuan Wei grabbed the front seat and said, "Second brother, can you put the CD I gave you yesterday?"

"okay."

   "Thank you second brother."

   "Hi, you're welcome."

   From beginning to end, Lu Liguo did not look back, and operated skillfully. Soon, Shen Jinyan's new album "NO.1" began to be released.

  Xu Zhenghua continued to read the newspaper, while Yuan Wei leaned on top of him, listening to songs and reading magazines.

  Lu Liguo drove the car fast and steady, but driving along the Beijing-Tianjin Expressway, it still took nearly an hour before he saw the big signboard mentioned by the other party on the phone.

   It says - National Fruit Planting Demonstration Base.

By the way, there is a large apple orchard nearby, belonging to two or three large landlords. It is said that in the past year or two, many new start-up companies think that the house prices and rents in the imperial capital are too expensive, so they came here. , or buying land, or renting for a long time, a small and large-scale park was created in this area for a while.

  Key The location here is fantastic.

It is located between the two metropolises of Beijing and Tianjin, next to the expressway, the traffic is very convenient, and as the first two big cities in the country to achieve network connection, the network line between Beijing and Tianjin is considered to be the most expensive in the world today. , The fastest network cable - Yanjiao Town, an interface is set aside.

   So in fact, when most places in the imperial city were still completely disconnected from the Internet, Yanjiao Town was already connected to the Internet.

   The car got off the expressway and then hit an asphalt road with only two lanes.

There are many open spaces on both sides of the    road, some of which have stumps of apple trees that have not been dug up. There are two construction sites, but at first glance, they are not large buildings, but small buildings with two or three to three or four floors.

   Some places are already built and the house is very new.

   There is a large apple orchard in the distance, and the fruits on the trees are still green at this time.

  Xu Zhenghua was looking out of the car window, and suddenly a sign flashed by, he didn't have time to read it clearly, only saw a few words, he immediately said: "Stop, go back!"

  The car went backwards, and it was a sign with iron sheets tied to a wooden stake.

   Handwritten with brush, the characters are very beautiful.

   It says: Land for sale, please call if interested.

   Below is a string of mobile phone numbers.

  Xu Zhenghua looked at the back of the sign, it should be considered an unfinished building, but in fact, the foundation has just been completed, and the house has not been built yet. It just rained a few days ago, and there was some rain in the area.

   He subconsciously took out a small notebook and wrote down the number.

   "Let's go!"

  Yuan Wei looked at everything and was surprised, "You want to buy land here? Didn't you send Lao Lu to show you the office building?"

  Xu Zhenghua smiled, "Isn't it a good idea to buy a piece of land to make an apple orchard?"

  Yuan Wei thought for a while, "I see, do you want to buy land and build a villa yourself?"

   Xu Zhenghua laughed, "I have this idea."

   So Yuan Wei got interested and started to look out of the car window, but she was soon disappointed.

   It's too desolate here.

   But she didn't dare to say it all, "I'll take a look after you build it. Now I still think it's quite comfortable to live in that small house."

   Xu Zhenghua laughed.

   quickly found "Mosaic Technology Co., Ltd.".

   A big yard, inside is a small white building with four floors.

The floor area of ​​the    building is not large.

  The decoration, especially the exterior decoration, looks far more exquisite than other houses in the vicinity.

   But this yard is not small, it looks like there are three or four acres.

  The car drove into the yard and stopped, and there was not even a security guard. After entering the building, there was a front desk in the lobby on the first floor. Xu Zhenghua went over to report his interest, and showed him the business card of the person he contacted.

   The other party will immediately call the contact and pick it up.

  A few minutes later, Xu Zhenghua met the spiritual guy he had seen at the exhibition before.

   His name is Ma Aihua.

   As always enthusiastic, after everyone shook hands, he took Xu Zhenghua to visit upstairs and downstairs.

   can even go to what should be considered their core development team.

   Probably because in this era, there are not many people who can understand what these programmers are cracking and knocking. Even if there are experts who come to visit, they are not afraid that people will copy a few lines of code back.

   But the things that are displayed are still the same set they brought out at the exhibition.

   To tell the truth, there is nothing good to say.

   It is said that there are currently only thirteen websites in the country - if that counts as websites.

  Ma Aihua, in front of Xu Zhenghua and Yuan Wei, showed them the whole process of logging in to the "Daming Royal Academy of Physics and Engineering Forum" - the internet speed is okay, probably because of the lack of websites?

   But the login method is quite ancient.

   The entire login process takes nearly two minutes.

   This has made him proud, "This is our internal experience version, and our 1.0 version will be developed in the future, which will be smoother than this!"

All right.

   Actually Xu Zhenghua has no interest in their browser itself.

   It's still early before the Internet age really arrives!

   He is only interested in this company, or in other words, the group of people who are likely to make the world's first browser.

   So when the other party finished the demonstration, he quickly pulled the other party to chat again.

   One-stop chat.

   Then Xu Zhenghua proposed to meet the boss, Ma Ji.

   But Ma Aihua shook his head directly, with an apologetic look on his face, "That's unfortunate, Mr. Ma is not here, he's going out."

   "Oh, do you know when he'll be back?"

   "This...it's hard to say."

   "Distant door?"

   "Not really, hehe, it's in Beizhili, but I don't know when he will come back."

   Ma Aiguo said with a smile, "Do you have to see him for something? Is there any related business, or... Can you tell me about it?"

  Xu Zhenghua thought about it and took out a business card.

   Anyway, it is just three shots if there are dates and no dates.

  The business card was handed over, "I am very interested in your company's development concept. If you need to find investment, you can contact the person on the business card. She is my personal accountant."

   "Uh...you want to invest?"

   He looked up and down at Xu Zhenghua, probably thinking he was too young? But soon, he showed an apologetic expression again, "Sorry, you look too much like a college student, I didn't expect..."

He glanced at the business card and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll call our President Ma right away, we should be able to get in touch! ... Xiao Zhao, come here and take this gentleman to the conference room for a rest! ... Please wait a moment. Wait!"

   "Hello Mr. Xu!"

A few minutes later, Ma Aihua pushed open the door of the conference room, walked over, hesitated, but finally smiled and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, uh... I called just now, and our President Ma said, He has already pulled in the investment, so... sorry! But your accountant's business card, can you allow me to keep it?"

understood.

   Come a step late.

   At that time, when I heard this Ma Aihua say that they would go back by train after attending the exhibition, I felt that this company should be quite poor, maybe there is a chance to plant the first seed of venture capital in my life or something.

   But now, it seems that Magee should go out for investment this time.

   But there is nothing to regret.

   Xu Zhenghua stood up and said with a smile, "Keep it. Next time you need to find an investment, you can still contact her. I will definitely give it priority."

   (end of this chapter)