"Come on, I'll give you a toast." In a small tavern in Utrecht, Liu Yufan, Lang Lang, Wang Yujia, and Peric and Jace, whom he had just met, were sitting around a small wooden table with barbecue unique to Utrecht, which was filled with fragrance. Liu Yufan was holding a glass of locally produced tan beer and sang to these people with a smile.

He was in a very good mood at the moment, not only because he won the five million dollars, but also because he gave the Japanese an unforgettable lesson. If it were Liu Yufan in his previous life, if he had suddenly had more than five million dollars in his hand, he would have been so happy that he would not be able to sleep at night, and would have dreams of "buying two cups of soy milk, drinking one cup and pouring one cup". However, in this life, judging from his current wealth and ambition, although this five million was an unexpected "surprise", the number itself was far from being disobedient. At best, this money was just a huge "music empire" plan in his mind, which was smoother at the beginning.

However, Liu Yufan's performance at this moment was a bit "unfathomable" when it fell into the eyes of these people. You know, it was five million US dollars. In the eyes of an ordinary person, it was simply an astronomical figure, which was enough for the whole family to live a leisurely life. However, this guy only showed a little happy expression when he first took the check, but his expression was as usual, as if there was no such thing. This demeanor indeed made several people look at him with admiration.

"Haha, let's respect the young millionaire together." Lang Lang picked up the wine, raised it to Liu Yufan, and then quipped it. His words were completely in English, so although everyone on the table laughed out loud, Liu Yufan was a little confused. It was not until Wang Yujia translated it for him that he laughed and took a sip with everyone.

After pouring the liquid that was slightly bitter but with a barley breeze, Liu Yufan burped happily, then grabbed a piece of roasted roasted and oily barbecue, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. While eating, he said vaguely: "It's really unpleasant to not understand English comments. You have to bring an interpreter when you go abroad. One day, our entertainment company will become popular and let all the so-called international competitions be moved to China, and then they will all speak Chinese." Liu Yufan said a little domineeringly.

"Haha. Yufan, your goal is big enough. Come on, I wish you success!" Lang Lang said with a smile, then raised his beer to Liu Yufan and touched it gently.

"Haha, thank you! Lang Lang. By the way, I'm asking you something, what are your plans for graduation?" Liu Yufan has a strong interest in this pianist who was rumored to be China's "national treasure" in later generations.

"Hey, what are your plans? Let's take a step by step. There is still one year before graduation. If there is a suitable record company, I will sign it. I plan to develop abroad and not return to China." Lang Lang took a sip of wine, put the cup on the table, then tore off a small piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, and said gently while chewing it.

"Why? Is it not good in China? It is said that all the piano children in China are eight million." Liu Yufan looked at Lang Lang and asked with a smile.

"Ha, Yufan, you don't have to play a dumb fan with me. You are in China now. Tell me, to be honest, what is the current development environment of piano in China?" Lang Lang looked at Liu Yufan and asked with a smile.

"There are some problems, but I think it will get better slowly. You can't give up because it's not good. After all, this is our home." Liu Yufan looked at Lang Lang and sighed. But this sentence was a bit lacking confidence. He didn't understand what Lang Lang meant. On the contrary, he understood too much. Although he seemed to be very smooth along the way, most piano children still received old test-oriented education, only the grading theory, only the competition theory, and the tone of the competition theory was rampant. The shady scenes, and the pseudo-teachers were not poor. Many piano children and parents paid a lot of money and energy, but took many detours. Many talented children were delayed by mediocre teachers, and there were too many examples. Even Lang Lang, Liu Yufan knew that although many people were unwilling to admit it, his glory began when he went abroad and started at the moment Curtis was studying.

In terms of piano education, the country started too late and had a thin foundation. And driven by some vulgarization and profitability, it has "changed its taste". Anyone who truly understands piano and piano education will not want their children to learn piano in such an environment.

Of course, it does not mean that there are no good piano teachers in China. There is no need to say about the piano level of people like Dan Zhaoyi, Zhou Guangren, Ling Yuan, Shi Shucheng, and Kong Xiangdong. Even at the international level, they are first-class. But the problem is that there are too few high-quality teachers. Now the piano teachers in China are in a "fault". The top ones are about dozens of teachers mentioned above, and most of the remaining ones are incompetent teachers. A large number of middle-level and excellent piano teachers are extremely short of them. Even some of them are particularly outstanding, and they are all engaged in professional performance, and some like Lang Lang have developed abroad. Although this is a helplessness, it is also a status quo that must be accepted.

"Yufan, I understand what you mean. Actually, I don't want to give up. Maybe one day, the domestic environment will be good enough, or my influence will be great enough, and I will consider returning to China to develop. But I think, at least not now." Lang Lang said, with a little helpless in his tone. As a pianist, no one does not want the piano career of his motherland to prosper. After all, he will have face if he tells it out. But when the facts are there, they are also helpless.

"Someone always needs to do it. If you think so, the domestic piano education environment will never be good." Liu Yufan said with a faint smile.

"Haha, Yufan, I listen to your opinion. It seems that you have this idea. You won't tell the truth, right?" Lang Lang asked with a smile at Liu Yufan.

"Yes, this is too difficult to do. But I want to try it." Liu Yufan said with a smile, then raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's not talk about this, I'm happy today, everyone drink a few more glasses." After that, he raised the cup in his hand again.

After a few people ate and drank for a while, Liu Yufan also tentatively proposed to Lang Lang, inviting him to develop his own legendary entertainment company. However, when Lang Lang heard this, he just smiled slightly and pulled the topic apart. Seeing that he was like this, Liu Yufan was unwilling to talk about it. He knew that Lang Lang was actually a very proud person. His small temple is too small and he could not tolerate such great ambitions. At this moment, there are probably only international giants such as DG, Hundreds of Destiny, and Rolling Stone to come to him, and he might consider it.

However, Liu Yufan was not in a hurry, and everything had to go through a process. He believed that one day, his "Legendary Entertainment" would become an existence that Lang Lang faced. As for now, everything is ready to take it slowly.

Perridge and Jace showed a strong interest in the "Legendary Entertainment" proposed by Liu Yufan. Although they were quite good performers in Utrecht, their income was very average. After listening to Liu Yufan's description of the development prospects of the Chinese entertainment industry, both of them expressed great interest. Seeing these two, Liu Yufan had a sudden inspiration and remembered a case. He didn't tell the two of them at the moment, but he just said he would consider it. But he had to wait until he returned to China before he could do it.

"Hey, please disturb me, can I sit down?" Several people were having fun chatting, but a sound came out, and then a figure like an iron tower appeared at the door.

He has unruly blonde hair, a gray jacket, his hands are inserted into a bag, and his face is casual. A casual smile on his bearded face makes him more masculine charm. This guy should be nearly forty years old, and his whole body is full of confidence and freedom that only mature men have.

"Are you?" Liu Yufan was still a little surprised when he looked at the man standing at the door because he didn't know this guy.

However, Lang Lang, who was sitting next to him, stood up with shock and asked in a stuttering English: "Hello, may I ask you~~~ Are you Mr. Berezovsky?"

"Ha, young man, do you recognize me?" The man at the door heard Lang Lang's words and asked with a smile.

"Oh my God, it's you? Mr. Berezovsky, it's so honor to see you!" After Lang Lang confirmed the other party's identity, he shouted and walked over quickly.

"Senior sister, who is that guy?" Liu Yufan didn't understand English and didn't recognize that person, so he had to turn to Wang Yujia again.

"Yufan, you don't know him. He is a super awesome man named Berezovsky, a Russian pianist. His best performance is Liszt's works. At the same time, this man is proficient in finance, politics, etc. He is one of the seven major oligarchs in Russia. I'm not dazzled, how could he appear here?" Wang Yujia asked in disbelief at this legendary man.

It’s nothing special to be a pianist, but Berezovsky not only plays the piano very well, but he is even good at doing business and doing politics. At his best, he almost demoted the Russian hero Pu Jing in a general election. Because of this, he also has a nickname in Russia, called "political genius".

How could such a super awesome person appear here? This really makes everyone confused.

Liu Yufan finally reacted at this moment. As a piano player, he could not have heard of Berezovsky's name, but he had never seen this "piano genius" before and had no deep impression, so he didn't recognize it all at once. When he found out, Liu Yufan was also excited.

There were five people in the room, all of whom stood up excitedly at this moment, scrambling to say hello to Berezovsky! (To be continued)!~!
Chapter completed!