Li Xuexuan, Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others have discovered that the scene is out of control!
"Now, please let Qiu Guan and I sing for everyone the theme song of this drama, which is also a song created by Mr. Shi Zhijian - "Love"!" Zhao Yazhi held the microphone and her beautiful eyes were full of joy and excitement.
"Good thing!"
Everyone cheered!
Xu Sanshao and Huo Dashao, as well as Yan Xiong, Lai Hao and others were stunned! What are you doing? A concert? A new film press conference?
The music starts!
Zheng Shaoqiu, dressed as Elvis Presley, sang: "The beauty of the West Lake is March! The spring rain is like wine and the willows are like smoke!" It is very different from before, and his voice is loud and clear.
Zhao Yazhi: "We are destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other! But if we are not destined to meet each other, it is difficult to hold hands with each other!" The voice is clear and gentle.
You come and go, and the two of them perform to their heart's content on the stage.
Zhao Yazhi holds up her orchid fingers, smiles beautifully, has beautiful eyes, and looks charming and charming.
Zheng Shaoqiu looks affectionate, wearing butt-stretching bell-bottom pants and making rowing movements.
The two of them brought the story of "Duration of Love" to life.
The audience was mesmerized!
Li Xuexuan rubbed the center of her eyebrows, feeling that there was a lot of anger stuck in her heart with nowhere to vent!
Li Zhaoji ate his cigarette speechlessly.
Guo Desheng and Feng Jingqi were also speechless, with their brows furrowed.
Li Jiacheng stood in the crowd and felt that the situation was over!
It was not easy until Zheng Shaoqiu and Zhao Yazhi finished singing the song "Love".
I thought this "performance" was about to end, but Zhao Yazhi said another sentence at the end: "Mr. Shi also composed a song for me alone, called "A Thousand Years of Waiting"! Do you want to listen to it?"
"Want to hear it!" The scene was uniform.
"I want to hear what the hell you are!" Li Xuexuan yelled in the BMW! She was almost going crazy!
The prelude to "Waiting Once in a Thousand Years" sounded:
Ah——! Ah——! Ah——!
Wait and wait for thousands of years!
I have no regrets after waiting for a thousand years!
Xu Sanshao, Huo Dashao and others have long gone from stunned to numb!
What the hell?!
Has it turned into a concert?!
And where did A Jian go?
No matter how sharp Zheng Shaoqiu and Zhao Yazhi are, they can't hold on for long! If he doesn't show up by then, it will be over!
…
An hour ago, we were on a passenger plane from the United States to Hong Kong.
In the high-class business class, American Wall Street financial tycoon Rockefeller was sitting in the VIP seat, wearing glasses, holding a Mickey Mouse cartoon pen and recording information on the newspaper.
At this time, a glass ball rolled over, and a four or five-year-old boy poked his head out of the economic warehouse.
He secretly glanced at the position where the glass ball rolled down, just under Rockefeller's feet.
The little boy blinked his big black eyes, hesitant and did not dare to step forward.
Rockefeller just looked up and saw this scene. He looked down at the glass ball at his feet, took off his glasses, put down the cartoon pen in his hand, put it on the position with the newspaper, and then bent down to pick up the glass ball with his hands.
"Is this your glass ball?" Rockefeller asked the little boy with a smile.
The little boy nodded.
"Here, give it back to you!" Rockefeller opened his palm and said to the little boy.
The little boy hesitated for a moment, then walked into the business class from the outside, reached out and took his glass ball from Rockefeller's hand.
"Thank you, grandpa!" the little boy said politely.
Rockefeller took a look at the little boy. He was a very beautiful mixed-race child, probably of Asian descent. His hair and eyes were black, but his skin was very white.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Brandon Lee! By the way, I also have a Chinese name, Li Guohao!"
"Li Guohao? That's a nice name." Rockefeller smiled. "Who are you flying with?"
The little boy tilted his head: "Follow my parents, and by the way, my sister! My sister is very small, she is only one year old! But she is very cute, and I will beat up anyone who bullies her!"
"Wow, you look great!"
"Of course!" the little boy raised his face and said proudly, "I know Kung Fu! Have you ever heard of Chinese Kung Fu? My dad knows it!"
"Wow, it turns out your dad is a kung fu master!"
"Yes, he opens a martial arts gym in Los Angeles and has many apprentices!" the little boy said proudly.
"It's so dangerous! Fortunately, I returned the glass ball to you. What if I offended you? Your father and you are both good at kung fu!" Rockefeller made two gestures, but they were karate moves.
In this era, the word "Kung Fu" had not spread around the world. On the contrary, Japanese Karate and Korean Taekwondo were very famous, and many Americans knew about these sports.
"Okay, Grandpa, I can't chat with you anymore. My parents will be anxious if they can't see me!" the little boy said, but his eyes were looking at the beautiful Mickey Mouse cartoon pen.
It’s easy to understand who Rockefeller is.
"Do you like this pen very much?"
"Yeah!" The little boy nodded, "It's very beautiful."
"Do you know what it's called?"
"It's called Mickey! I've seen it on TV!"
"Yes, it's called Mickey!" Rockefeller picked up the pen, "Do you want to be friends with Mickey?"
"Yeah!" The little boy nodded again.
"Then let me give it to you, okay?"
"Is that okay?" the little boy asked innocently.
"Of course! If we are friends!" Rockefeller said with a smile, "Then would you like to be friends with me?"
"Yes!" The little boy nodded sharply.
"That's great! Come on, let's high-five!" Rockefeller stretched out his hand.
The little boy smiled and high-fived Rockefeller's big hand three times!
"Look how good it is, we are friends now!" Rockefeller smiled and picked up the pen and put it in the little boy's hand. "As a friend, I give this pen to you! You must cherish it and use it."
Study hard!"
"Okay, grandpa!" The little boy was extremely happy.
Just like that, the little boy took the cartoon pen given to him by Rockefeller and happily left the business class.
Here Rockefeller put on his glasses again, picked up the newspaper and read it.
This time he came to Hong Kong at the invitation of Shi Zhijian, the president of Shinhwa Group. In addition, he also has a huge plan to implement in Hong Kong. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity for Hong Kong and the Chase Bank he controls.
…
"Guo Hao, where did you steal this pen?" A man with a Chinese character saw his son showing off the cartoon pen in his hand. He didn't care at first, but he soon realized something was wrong because the pen turned out to be a gold pen.
!
He thought he had seen it wrong, so he quickly asked for the pen, checked it carefully, and then handed it to his wife Linda. Linda confirmed that it was a gold pen after looking at it.
How could my son have such expensive things?
The little boy has been afraid of his upright-faced father since he was a child. For him, his father has always been a serious man. In addition to practicing boxing, he also likes to find people to compete with others. Often those who want to provoke him will be punished.
He was beaten badly!
In the little boy's mind, his father is an invincible existence.
"I...I didn't steal it, someone else gave it to me!" the little boy defended.
"Gifted by someone else? Guohao, please stop lying! Do you know what this is? A very expensive gold pen. If you spend money to buy it, it will cost at least seven or eight hundred US dollars!" The man with the Chinese character's face criticized his son.
"I really didn't steal it! It was given by someone else!" The little boy became anxious and defended loudly.
Linda held her one-year-old daughter in her arms and said to her husband at the side: "Brandon doesn't know how to steal. You'd better ask more clearly!"
The man with the Chinese character's face glared at his wife, "As I said, we are going back to Hong Kong now, so from now on you have to call him Guohao and don't call him by his English name again!"
Linda felt a little wronged. She tightened her arms around her daughter and said, "Really? You're a male chauvinist. You've never treated me like this before!"
"I'm just trying to reason with you, do as the Romans do, do you understand?"
Seeing his parents suddenly quarreling, the little boy said anxiously: "Don't quarrel! This pen was given to me by the old man inside! We are friends!"
"Someone gave it to you? Or is it an old man? I want to see who this old man is!" After the man with the Chinese character said, he asked his son to lead the way to Rockefeller.
…
Rockefeller put down the newspaper and ordered a cup of coffee. Just as he was about to take a sip, he saw the cute little mixed-race boy from before followed an adult and walked in from the economic warehouse outside.
The flight attendant was about to stop the man with a Chinese-faced face and tell him that this was business class and no outsiders were allowed in, but Rockefeller stopped him with a wave and said: "Let them in, they are here to find me!"
The engineer knew the famous Rockefeller, and when he saw him speaking, he didn't want to say anything more, so he quickly stepped aside to let the two of them in.
"Hello, sir, my son said this pen..."
Before the Chinese-faced man could finish speaking, Rockefeller interrupted him and said, "Yes, yes! I gave it to him! We are friends, and it is normal for friends to give gifts to each other."
The little boy was proud. He raised his little face and said to his father: "Look, it's true, right? I told you and you didn't believe it!"
The man with the Chinese character face was a little confused, holding the gold pen, "But, this is a gold pen!"
Rockefeller smiled, "Really? Is it a pen?"
"Of course!"
"That's right! In my eyes, it is just a pen for writing. If you insist on its value, then in my eyes, it can be given as a gift!"
The man with the Chinese character face has nothing to say!
Rockefeller smiled, stretched out his hand towards the man and said, "Now let's get to know each other, I, Rockefeller!"
The man with the Chinese character's face didn't seem to know much about financial people. He only felt that the name was familiar, so he stretched out his hand and said: "Bruce Lee, English name - Bruce, Lee!"
