Han Xuan saw that the other party looked very young and asked him how old he was this year.

Now that he learned that he could not speak, he quickly said, "Sorry, sorry, I don't know."

The man smiled and handed Han Xuan a business card, which read "Los Angeles Peking Opera Art Troupe" in traditional Chinese.

There is also his name "Wang Zhe" and a string of art troupes' addresses and numbers.

It should be a member of the opera troupe in Chinatown. It has Chinese characteristics. As a tourist attraction, it often creates oriental dramas to attract tourists.

Foreigners want to have fun if they don’t understand, and the business is pretty good.

"Please sit down, Mr. Wang.

Let's have something together?

Waiter, add double bowls and chopsticks.”

Wang Zhe immediately shook his hand and refused. The Chinese people were polite and modest. Han Xuan ignored it and still asked him to sit down.

He couldn't speak, so he could only obey Han Xuan. Wang Zhe nodded and smiled at Dawson and Anthony, saying hello.

I pulled open the chair and sat down, took out a notebook from my pocket, and wrote on it with a pen, "I've eaten at home in the evening, I really don't need it, thank you."

The English letters in the flower body are extremely beautiful. Han Xuan practiced them when he was a child, but he thought he was not as good-looking as he wrote.

He is handsome and has a good erhu. If he hadn't been unable to speak, he would definitely be a handsome man and a talented man. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Please feel free, don't be polite, try this beloved chicken rice, it tastes quite good.

The erhu is very good. I just closed my eyes and it seems like there are really butterflies flying next to me. I have heard of others playing erhu in Chinatown, but it is not as good as yours.”

Han Xuan handed him a public spoon. At this time, the aroma of beggar chicken in the restaurant became stronger. Several people ordered this dish and happily knocked the mud with a hammer.

Others have no idea about eating it anymore. The restaurant does not leave overnight dishes, and the number of each dish is limited, especially beggar chicken, which usually orders small, which makes some diners who are late to start complaining about regret.

Due to physical defects, Wang Zhe has had little contact with others since childhood.

He was obviously much older than Han Xuan, but when he heard him praise him, he was still a little shy and shook his hand and humbly expressed his praise.

He also wrote on the paper: "My father likes erhu and asked me to learn it since I was a child.

Many people are better than me, but if you don’t meet them normally, you need to be lucky.”

Han Xuan looked at the words on the paper at first glance. Olivia Helms couldn't speak at the beginning. He had experience in communicating with her and did not find it inconvenient.

The reason why Wang Zhe was called over was mainly because he had not heard the sound of Erhu for many years, which evoked memories.

They and Wang Zhe are two strangers who don’t know each other and have nothing to talk about.

After talking about who he is and how he lives in Chinatown for a long time, Han Xuan remembered a video he once watched and joked: "Play the erhu quickly, it's comparable to the rhythm of the violin.

One day, a group of symphony players will appear, and it may be possible to play symphony around the Erhu."

Wang Zhe smiled and wrote: "It's already there.

Mr. Yan Shouping, who came to China for communication a few years ago, held a special erhu symphony performance at the Louis Davis Concert Hall in San Francisco. It was very successful. It was my dream to be on stage like him.

Last year, I applied for a quota for attending the Manhattan Conservatory of Music, but failed. They said that the school did not offer classes in this area.

The teacher at the admissions office has never heard of Erhu. I plan to try it in other schools next year and I am earning tuition fees recently."

"If you want to study, I can help you solve it."

Han Xuan picked up the notebook in his hand, then took the pen, and lay on the table and wrote the letter of introduction as if it were a decent person.

The content is extremely short:

“President Gregorian.

I would like to recommend an excellent performer to you. If within ten years, I can see him taking the Erhu to any of the top five concert halls in the United States for symphony performances, then Brown University will have an extra music building.

Han Xuan.”

After writing a page, Han Xuan returned the notebook to Wang Zhe and said, "Brown University's music department is not very famous, but it's not bad.

Now that the school is open, you can go to Rhode Island to find him any time."

For him, this is really a matter that cannot be simpler.

But for Wang Zhe, it is difficult to enter Brown University.

The young man was so moved that he was crying, but he couldn't speak. He held Han Xuan's hand hard and expressed his gratitude

I ate the meal until 8:30, and my belly was full.

When Han Xuan returned to the manor in Beverly Hills, the old man was walking in the yard with his grandmother.

Koi swimming by the lake.

The pond of koi I raised last time was killed by hail. These were just shipped from Japan.

"Japanese koi are not as easy to raise as ordinary carp. They will die from time to time. Since I moved here, I know how to raise fish.

If you want the fish in the pond to be healthy and beautiful, the secret is to change more water and change the fish frequently.”

When he saw his grandson coming, the old man said a rare joke.

Han Xuan didn't give him face and ignored him. He squatted down and stroked the Palas cat raised by Mr. Brando who came to visit.

Although this guy usually looks fierce, he can actually cry when he is stupid. He often can't find his way home. He bit the guard's trousers and threatens to send it back with his bright claws.

Winnie was full and drank, lying next to the sculpture and patted her big belly. During the period of Maldives, she lost a little due to the high temperature and almost lost a ton of weight. She wanted to get back the lost oil.

The little donkey wheatdull rang around his neck and didn't know what he was looking for. The fat den lies lazily on its back, swaying back and forth with his big tail.

"Grandma, is the company busy lately?"

“Fortunately, it was managed by professional managers.

I am only in charge of the design department and I am not interested in other things.”

Grandma Han Xuan said: "I have checked the one you told me. Behind it is the Spanish clothing manufacturer n Group.

It has no reputation, and its current market value is around 240 million US dollars.

After watching its expansion process, I think this company is quite interesting. In just twenty years, it has increased by a hundred times from a market value of US$20 million.

In terms of marketing, there are many things worth learning from, such as its products take only twenty days from design, manufacturing to market.

Which clothing style is popular, you will immediately design which one. It is cheaper in the price and never overstock too much inventory. You would rather sell it out and make money by making small profits and more profits."

"I think you should acquire it and supplement the low-end brand of Ps. N Group has a lot of room for appreciation."

Han Xuan knew that the European richest man, Amancio Otega, who started his own business from a young age and became the world's second richest man in the future, and also knew how much room it had for appreciation.

Since grandma has entered the clothing industry, Group N is still cheaper like a cabbage, and it is not his style to not mix it up.

His grandmother replied: "I have asked someone to ask, and the acquisition of Victoria's Secret has spent all my cash.

The fund manager is helping me sell the shares I have invested in over the years to cash out, and it will take some time."

Han Xuan knew nothing about the wealth his grandmother had, and only heard from the old man that he actually had no money as much as her.

This year, the richest man in the world was only obtained by the outside world who thought that the old man owned all the shares of SS. In fact, only half of them were in her name.

Ask out the doubts in your heart: "There is one billion dollars in cash, so how many assets are you investing in?"

"How could I know that the investment company helps me manage it, and I asked them to do it for me when I have time.

Why do you ask this? Is there no money to spend it?

I'll lend you how much I want."
Chapter completed!