Petermont followed in, holding a beer bottle in one hand and two skewers in the other, his mouth stuffed full as he chewed vigorously.
His eyes lit up when he saw the speakers.
He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was full of meat, and he kept making "mmm" sounds while gesturing with his hands.
The entire audio system has a high-tech feel, especially the metallic texture, which gives it a solid feel.
really
The thick stainless steel sheet gleamed. Combined with the translucent tempered glass, it exuded a crystal-clear light. The only drawback was the use of wood. Using oak or walnut would have elevated the overall quality by a notch or two.
After Petermon finally finished swallowing his food, he took a couple of gulps of beer to catch his breath and said, "Xing, I really like this thing. Let's put on some music. That little thing outside is just making noise."
George nodded and said, "It does look like a nice piece. Is it from your collection, Xing?"
Xing Baohua shook his head and said, "It was built by me and my brothers in this room. I dare say it's the best sound system in the world."
This sounds like bragging to Chinese people, but it's normal to foreigners. Everyone says their own stuff is the best. If you broaden the scope, everyone would say it's the best stuff in the Milky Way.
Reeber came in last and, seeing his two companions admiring something, came over too. He immediately noticed the entire sound system and whistled.
Well, a few more people came in. Luckily, the place is a bit big. Liu Quan, quick-witted, hurriedly went to get some stools. Xing Baohua had said before that listening to this kind of music requires a sense of ritual to truly appreciate it.
Only with a calm and quiet mind can one truly appreciate it.
"I'm going to take a picture of this," Reeber said happily. "This is the best thing I've seen in China."
"Xing, play it quickly, let us experience its charm," Petermont urged excitedly.
The female translator was also a bit confused when she came in. What was going on? Listening to music? A concert?
Xu Shuai turned off the recording outside and closed the window.
Su Ya helped Liu Quan distribute the stools.
Xing Baohua walked to the record player and began selecting records.
I don't know if playing patriotic songs for foreigners is appropriate, but playing traditional opera is definitely not allowed. Otherwise, it might ruin the whole thing.
Whether or not one understands the revolutionary songs is irrelevant; what matters is the sound quality.
Liking music and understanding music are two different things.
Music lovers don't care about sound quality; they can hum along to their favorite songs or dance to the rhythm with any tape recorder.
But to appreciate music, you need a certain environment and mood.
"The smoke of war rolls on, heroes sing their praises; the surrounding green mountains listen intently, listen intently."
Thunder roars on a clear day, like a golden drum; the waves of the sea rise in harmony…
"A great river, its waves wide..."
Two patriotic songs were playing, and the foreigner sat on a small stool, holding a beer, listening attentively.
There's something just not right about the visuals.
The Chinese people present felt a sense of frustration, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
The foreigners clapped and whistled after listening, but they didn't understand the lyrics at all?
The female translator was also wondering if the two songs would have any impact on these foreigners.
“Wow, this thing is amazing! The sound is just like being at a live concert,” Petermon said.
"Xing, does your amplifier system only have a preamplifier? No power amplifier?" Reeber asked.
Xing Baohua knew from these words that he was an expert.
“I’ve integrated it all into the amplifier,” Xing Baohua said, pointing to the tube amplifier.
“Electronic tubes?” George shook his head slightly, then continued, “They’re products from at least the 1950s; their power consumption would be very high.”
Xing Baohua said, "No, there's a chip inside, a Texas Instruments digital chip. I re-encoded it. The chip's power manager controls the tube power. And the management system inside the chip perfectly brings out the sound quality of this audio system. Isn't that right?"
“Yes, that’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Xing, how much is this? I want to take it back. Oh, I love this so much,” Petermont said.
Xing Baohua smiled and held up three fingers, while Petermont said with a frustrated expression, "Thirty thousand dollars is too expensive. Xing, let's discuss it and sell it to me at a lower price."
This sentence stunned the two of them. Xing Baohua originally wanted to say three thousand Chinese yuan, but he never expected that Petermont would dare to say the sky-high price of thirty thousand US dollars. However, thinking about it, a good sound system is indeed very expensive.
Even in later generations, top-of-the-line audio systems can cost millions, while entry-level systems are around thirty to fifty thousand. Ordinary systems cost several hundred thousand.
The price offered by Petermont was reasonable, but what kind of era and place is this!
The female translator, Liu Li, understood the price. This sound system was worth 30,000 yuan? So she was so shocked that she didn't dare to breathe.
Two people from the factory office were following along, not understanding what the foreigner and Xing Baohua were talking about. One of them walked up to the female translator and asked, "Was it Xing Baohua's song that upset the foreigner?"
"No, the foreigner wanted to buy Xing Baohua's audio equipment, but, but..." The female translator didn't know what to say, still in shock.
“I want to buy it! If the foreigners like this, we can apply to the factory. We can give it to them as a gift when they leave,” one of the factory staff members said, seemingly unaware of the situation.
"Xing Baohua is asking for 30,000 US dollars, and the foreigner is haggling over the price." Liu Li quickly translated, trying to avoid any misunderstanding. Actually, she made a mistake; it wasn't that Xing Baohua was asking for 30,000, but rather that the foreigner, Petermont, misunderstood that Xing Baohua was asking for 30,000.
Everyone around was stunned. What could be so expensive?! Thirty thousand dollars, in US dollars! Thirty thousand for a speaker system with a few horns? Have they never seen money before? Isn't this a rip-off?
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