This lunch at Michelle's house was a happy one for both the guests and the host, at least on the scene.
The maids wore black and white outfits and brought out more than a dozen silver tableware from the kitchen. Every dish was cooked by a professional chef, so that it was completely delicious and delicious.
The dining process is also very ritualized. There is a dedicated servant behind each person to ensure that the table is clean, the dishes are changed frequently, and the wine in the glass is always flowing.
The topics at the wine table were far from ordinary things. One time it was history, another time it was painting, and another time it was music. Michelle also played a Canon in D major to accompany the meal.
When Mrs. George asked Zhou Qingfeng about his preference for piano music, Uncle Zhou immediately pulled out a napkin and casually 'composed' a piece of the same 'Canon' music, dedicated to the beautiful, lovely, dignified and generous Miss Michelle.
‘Canon’ is the name of the musical form, which is a short syllable that is repeated but nested repeatedly. It is extremely simple and extremely complex. The repeated syllables are continuously combined to form a very gorgeous movement.
‘Canon’ seems to be simplifying it, but in fact it is making it simple. Those who can create ‘Canon’ must be a master composer who has a deep understanding of music, but no one expected that Uncle Zhou would do this.
When Michelle tried to play this "improvised" "Canon", the Georges and the housekeeper and servants present were gradually stunned.
The little foreign girl's playing went from unfamiliar to smooth, and she was quickly addicted to it. There seemed to be a power in the music that penetrated the bone marrow and reached straight to the soul - with the accumulation of the elves' civilization for more than 20,000 years, in the field of art, Uncle Zhou had countless squanders
capital.
After playing a loop, Michelle came over holding the napkin and asked seriously: "Zhou, who wrote this?"
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head pretending to be funny, "I don't know, it's an unknown artist. I acquired it accidentally. If I have time, I might be able to recall more similar works of art."
Michelle stared at Zhou Qingfeng with suspicious eyes for a long time, unable to see anything false on Zhou Qingfeng's face. A strange thought suddenly came to her mind,
"I have been practicing piano since I was six years old, and I am familiar with all the famous music scores in the world, but this is the absolute first time I have seen this 'Canon'. If I blow out this head with one shot, will I destroy a music that can shock the world?
artist?"
Michelle asked again: "What's the name of this song?"
Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, "How about "To Michelle Xueer"?"
The little foreign girl took a breath of cold air. She wanted to refuse in a reserved manner, but because of fame and fortune, she couldn't resist the temptation. Ordinary people are too insignificant. No matter how noble you are in front of you, you will only be worth a small fortune after death.
dust.
If ordinary people want to leave a name, the best way is to imitate Wang Lun - Li Taibai wrote a poem "A Gift to Wang Lun", "The water in the Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me." His reputation will last for thousands of years, and he will make a lot of money.
The casually written music score was carefully copied by the little foreign girl. The napkin on which the music score was recorded was not discarded. Instead, Zhou Qingfeng asked Zhou Qingfeng to write the title of "To Michelle Cher" in person, and included it in a book of Bach music scores as a treasure.
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No matter what topic we talk about next, Zhou Qingfeng can answer it fluently like a professional professor, and he has mastered all the knowledge no matter how obscure it is.
From Egyptian papyrus to the family genealogy of Elizabeth I of England, from satellite communications in low-Earth orbit to the cultivation technology of North American agricultural products.
When it comes to the current political and economic situation, Uncle Zhou is even more excited. After participating in "key politics" for so many years, he finally took the opportunity to teach a senior member of the US Senate a lesson.
"Do you think Congress will veto the president's proposed government budget next year?"
"The Republican Party finally took control of Congress, and its policies are very different from those of the Democratic Party. No matter how we negotiate, we can't reach an agreement."
"It's impossible. There is currently no sign that the budget will be rejected. If the budget is not passed, it will be of no benefit to the Republican Party."
"It's just a few months away, just wait and see. By the way, let's talk about the economy again. I'm very optimistic about the U.S. Internet economy in the future. There are several companies whose stocks are worth holding for the long term."
In the 1990s, the United States shed the burden of the Cold War and enjoyed the rich dividends of defeating its mortal enemy. The Clinton administration began to build the "information highway", and the Internet economy began to soar. In the next few years, the stock market will rise to the sky.
Zhou Qingfeng has long been jealous of the stocks of several companies, but he cannot hold shares in the name of "Holy Light". He can only go to Europe to establish a financial management fund and hold shares indirectly through financial institutions in Switzerland and Belgium.
Just don't dare to buy too much.
Because the international financial settlement system is controlled by the United States, banks in Switzerland and other countries are also secretly cooperating with the CIA. If they are accidentally investigated, they will lose everything.
This information is quite good for selling favors, especially for making predictions. The more contrary to intuition and common sense, the more freely you can talk. When the situation develops according to Zhou Qingfeng's "prediction", his right to speak will be established.
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Old George scoffed at some of the predictions, half believed them, and almost thought there was a spy in Congress. Zhou Qingfeng also wanted to talk about the economy, but the old man was really in no mood to listen anymore.
From astronomy to geography, there are all kinds of religions and religions, but this guy can't be compared. Who knows how he can be so knowledgeable? Michelle's whole family is no match for him.
The lunch was very enjoyable, at least Uncle Zhou himself was very happy. After the meal, the servant served black tea, and he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, with Manhattan as the view, and started talking about some serious business.
"You want to get that aircraft carrier out of the Black Sea?"
"If it can't be driven, I won't buy it."
"What price are you willing to pay?"
"Don't be too greedy. Isn't what you get now enough?"
"Zhou, I really want to help you, but..."
"Mr. George, I heard that your nickname in Congress is 'evil dog'. Do you think that I am sitting here like a piece of fat meat that you can bite at will?"
Maybe I should remind you to send someone to see the FBI agents outside the apartment, they may need some first aid. That should clear your mind."
The old and the young sit close to each other, and when they talk about specific matters, they become tense and tit-for-tat. Both of them are used to being domineering, so it's up to them to see who is more domineering.
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng talking about the situation outside the apartment, Old George turned to look at the housekeeper beside him. The latter quickly sent someone out to check the situation. After a while, he came over in a panic, glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, and whispered something to Old George.
sentence.
Old George frowned and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a fierce look in his eyes, "Young man, what you are doing is illegal."
"Illegal?" Zhou Qingfeng held the tea cup calmly, took a sip and said: "Maybe I should tell the media about you. I believe there will be many people who want to remove you. Your political opponents are no better than me.
few.
For example, during the campaign, you send people to smear your opponent, tap your opponent's phone calls, and even kidnap the family members of your opponent's campaign consultant.
And you used your power as a member to interfere with the judiciary and protect several large companies from prosecution. This completely violated the oath you swore when you became a member.
When it comes to breaking the law, you are not guilty at all."
Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head and sneered, "Mr. George, I really didn't come here to pick up your daughter. You took my money, so you should work."