"I don't have a teacher. I learned all this by myself through some translation." Facing the other party's inquiry, Jiang He's expression did not change at all, and he still said with a smile.
"Oh." Tchaikovsky smiled. "I wonder if Jiang Xianbei has any favorite music. I personally like "Afternoon of a Faun" by Achille Claude Debussy. What do you think of this music?"
"Maybe I have to let Loki off first. I'm not very interested in the music of Romanticism." Jiang He smiled apologetically, but in his heart he had to admire the other party's thick skin. This musical was the most successful beginning of Achille Claude Debussy's first musical performance. His inspiration came from a story. Legend has it that the faun dreamed of an elf during his afternoon rest. Then the two of them fell in love until the faun woke up from his dream. After that, many people argued about whether the elf was a man or a woman, and most people believed it was a man.
Now that Chai Kefu dared to say this, it was obvious that he was testing him. How could Jiang He give the other party any chance to tease him?
"That's a pity. I thought we could have more common languages." Tchaikovsky shrugged with a very regretful expression.
Jiang He looked at the other party's performance, but felt that the situation was not that simple. Chai Kefu seemed to see his thoughts, so he said, "Mr. Jiang, although I often like to be with women, I don't like to force or coerce others. You can rest assured about this."
Jiang He also smiled and said, "Since Mr. Loki has said so, I feel relieved."
The two people spoke in a very obscure way. No one except Andre who was standing next to them heard it. He glanced at Jiang He and said nothing. He lowered his head to eat, completely treating himself as a background board.
Zhou Fengxian on the side also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, with a smile in his eyes. This Tchaikovsky was quite graceful.
At this time, Qu Jing, who was sitting on the right side of the factory director, suddenly remembered something and asked everyone, "Mr. Rocky, Mr. Andre, we have prepared your room for you. We will take you there after dinner. If there is anything inconvenient, you can also tell the front desk staff."
After listening to Jiang He's translation, Chai Kefu nodded indifferently, but he looked at the other party again, "Where does Jiang live? What if we have something to do at night? Wouldn't it be inconvenient?"
"Please rest assured, Mr. Loki, Xiao Jiang will live in the room opposite yours. You can contact him if you have any difficulties." Qu Jing said quickly.
"Yes." Tchaikovsky nodded.
After the meal, everyone packed up and headed to the guesthouse arranged by Qujing. When Jiang He saw the plaque outside the guesthouse, he couldn't help but sigh that the rich and powerful were at a completely different level from where they stayed last time.
After they got to the door, a receptionist came out. He smiled and said hello to Director Yu of Qujing, then led them to the top floor. The entire guesthouse only had four floors, and the decoration of the fourth floor was much better than the other three floors. "Everyone, this is your room."
The other party pushed open the door of room 419 next to him and said, "Mr. Rocky, this is your room. Room 420 over there belongs to Mr. Andre. Comrade Xiao Jiang, room 409 is opposite yours."
Jiang He was speechless when he saw the room number of Tchaikovsky's room. Ever since he had been poisoned by internet culture in his previous life, he could no longer look at chrysanthemums and some numbers and letters, which were so pure in the past.
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