indianbanksassociation Chapter 41 Will You Know?
Chapter 41 Will You Know?
Hemings was having a headache just thinking about it, when he heard Lan Dingfeng laughing at him, he said back to Lan Dingfeng:
"Anyhow, I have said a few more words, but I'm afraid you can't say a single poem?"
Lan Dingfeng immediately got excited:
"Do you want to hear?"
Hemings laughed and said:
"I just want to hear it, but you can't read aloud.
If you knew this poem, you would have answered it before me, so what else would I do?
It can be seen that you can only envy and hate me. "
The Frenchman was impatient and asked:
"Mr. Hemings, don't drag the topic away. If you know how, please answer quickly."
Hemings coughed again, and said again:
"The time has come, and the flowers are trembling on the branches."
For a long time, Hemings opened his mouth wide and did not say anything.
Hahaha!
Hahaha!
This time, not only Lan Dingfeng laughed, but even those entrepreneurs who were not qualified to cooperate laughed out loud.
"Emma, this man is too funny, this flower branch is just trembling, and it's almost becoming a bare commander."
"It's ridiculous, it's just these two sentences over and over again."
"After arguing for a long time, he knows these two sentences."
Hemings blushed from being ridiculed, and shouted at the man:
"You will, you come? Come on, you continue to talk."
The man waved his hands again and again: "I won't, you should continue to make Hua'er tremble, hahaha."
The French saw that Hemings really couldn't answer.
asked:
"Anyone else know this poem?"
There was a moment of silence.
Lan Dingfeng stood up: "I will."
"The hour has come, and the flowers are trembling on the branches.
Every flower reveals its fragrance.
Sounds and aromas waft in the evening wind.
"
Lan Dingfeng put the mobile phone in his jacket pocket and pointed it to his ear. Only he could hear the voice in the video.
The male voice inside recited rhythmically sentence by sentence, expressing the content of the poem quite perfectly.
Lan Dingfeng doesn't know this poem at all. Of course, in the video, the boy recites a sentence, and he reads a sentence aloud, the rhythm is very slow.
Lan Dingfeng is an elderly man with an old, deep and extremely slow voice.
It seems to be telling stories that happened on the ancient streets.
The poem unfolds sentence by sentence.
With his thick voice, people are reminded of the good old days.
People didn't react until Lan Dingfeng finished his recitation.
Lan Dingfeng saw that there was no movement from everyone, and thought that the poem was not finished. Listen carefully, there is indeed no sound in the video.
clap clap clap!
clap clap clap!
clap clap clap!
First, the French raised their hands and applauded Lan Dingfeng.
Immediately afterwards, the participating entrepreneurs applauded.
Finally, there was applause on and off the stage.
Someone applauded and said:
"It is also said that Orientals don't understand French romance, but the facts show that they understand it, and they understand it deeply."
"Yes, the artistic conception of this poem is so perfectly explained that it makes people intoxicated."
"The cooperation between the French and Dongfang Huaxia is destined."
Hemings listened with guilt.
I was like a clown just now, as if I was acting as a tool to amuse everyone.
He didn't get anything, and the final winner turned out to be Lan Dingfeng, a Chinese man whom he didn't expect.
A large order of [-] billion was in Lan Dingfeng's hands immediately.
He looked at Lan Dingfeng with envy and hatred.
The French declared:
"We pay attention to artistic taste in clothing, and the chairman of Huaxialan interprets art very well.
I believe that we will have a better future by cooperating with such people who understand art taste. "
Whoa whoa whoa!
The participants gave warm applause.