Brotz left, swaying away in his car.

Fu Diao looked at the envelope in his hand that didn't contain much money, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

A few days ago, he might have been very excited. After all, he didn't have a penny on him. If he could get such a small amount of money, he wouldn't have much problem returning home.

But now that he had nearly 10,000 zlotys, the price made him less excited and only moved.

This money will definitely not be returned. Although Mr. Broz lives in a relatively remote and simple place, he is not the kind of person who is short of money.

Otherwise, he would not put the money for renting out the house back into Fu Diao's hands.

If I meet Mr. Brotz again next time... I hope I can return this favor, right?

After all, they did take care of him for nearly half a month without any emotional basis.

And Brotz always gives him a feeling of Danny.

Especially when I have nothing to do, I drag him to read those Polish words.

He doesn't teach anything particularly difficult, he just teaches some daily terms to facilitate communication. In fact, these simple Polish words are indeed a lot more convenient.

Fu Tiao weighed the envelope in his pocket, smiled helplessly, turned and walked towards the jazz bar.

Before he could open the door, the heat in the room hit him.

The jazz bar that Fu Diao left at the notice was already full before Fu Diao arrived. They were all waiting for Fu Diao to appear.

When he opened the door, everyone cheered.

"Dior! Fu!"

"Dior! Fu!"

"Dior! Fu!"

"..."

Incomparable unity, crazy applause.

They were cheering for Fu Tiao's appearance.

This was Fu Tiao's last carnival in Warsaw.

Fu Tiao looked at the people at the edge of the stage, couldn't help but straighten up, and threw the suitcase at hand to the staff on the side.

"Long time no see, good evening!"

"oh!!!"

The cheers rose again, and everyone banged the table and howled.

Fu Tiao walked through the passage reserved for everyone and sat in front of the piano.

The fat black man playing the double bass, the white man playing the saxophone, and the drummer all nodded to Fu Diao at the same time.

Fu Tiao also looked at the three of them and nodded in the same way.

His hand slowly rose, and then fell suddenly.

The extremely violent sound of the piano suddenly sounded.

The right hand is running quickly in the treble range, while the left hand is jumping wildly in the bass range.

An extremely exciting opening.

The band members next to him did not hesitate and followed Fu Tiao closely, helping Fu Tiao to open up the feeling of the band.

The breadth of music is no longer limited to the piano, but has become broader and more casual.

The people under the stage cheered instantly, and the emotion of the music also aroused their passion.

There is no fixed repertoire and no fixed instruments.

The saxophone rested for a while, and the trumpet followed closely. Later, some members of the audience with French horns ran to the stage and asked Fu Tiao to play a section with him.

Fu Tiao did not refuse, and kept running his fingers on the piano, happily following the carnival with everyone.

The music never stops.

For Fu Diao, music is no longer music, it can even be regarded as a language, the language through which he communicates with everyone.

Everyone vented their day's emotions in music, and Fu Tiao tightly held their unyielding emotions, sorted them out, and returned them to them.

This makes everyone feel comfortable.

This also makes them reluctant to leave.

Fu Diao looked at the people around him, trying to figure out their emotions, so that the music could better fit their feelings.

The music surges and never stops.

Perhaps because he was too excited and because it was a Friday, Fu Tiao played until six or seven in the morning, and then everyone dispersed.

The music gradually died down and the tavern became empty.

Everyone in the band quickly packed up their things and couldn't help but grin after calculating today's dividends.

The income earned tonight is enough for them to work normally for half a month.

A total of more than 4,000 zlotys, even if four people rate it, each person can get nearly 1,000.

The average monthly salary per capita in Warsaw is only 2,000 zł.

And the person who brought them all this was Fu Tiao, who was sitting on the piano bench in a daze.

After everyone gave Fu Diao his dividend, they stepped forward one by one, gave Fu Diao a small hug, and gave Fu Diao their blessings.

Fu Diao, on the other hand, smiled gently and accepted their blessings.

"Dior! Come on! I hope to see you again in October this year."

The last one, the pianist from the beginning, let go of Fu Tiao's shoulders and smiled with difficulty.

He reached out and pinched Fu Diao's shoulder, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head, turned to look at the bar where people had dispersed, and sighed.

"But, you've made this place so hot, how can I take over?"

"It's okay, come on, practice more, it will be fine."

"Well, I hope I can keep the audience from losing too much, otherwise I feel like the boss will kick me out."

Fu Diao waved his hand and patted his back. The man nodded helplessly, sighed again, turned and left.

The bell rang and the man disappeared into the bar.

The bar owner leaned against the bar, looked at Fu Diao's back and smiled.

"Dior."

"Um?"

"You are a qualifier for the Chopin International Piano Competition, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I have a hunch that you can definitely enter the finals."

The boss stood up, reached into the counter, took out a camera, and asked Fu Diao.

"So... do you want to take a photo in advance as a souvenir? Even if you don't succeed in this competition, I believe you will definitely become a great pianist who will shock the world."

Do you want...to take a photo?

Fu Diao looked at the camera in silence. After a long time, he raised his head and smiled.

"Okay, but I hope it can be placed next to Argerich."

"certainly!"

The boss walked up to Fu Tiao, handed the camera in his hand to the staff member who was still cleaning up, and asked him to take a picture.

The photo paper was spit out from the camera, and as time passed, the two people gradually emerged from the darkness.

The boss picked up the photo frame that had been prepared long ago, framed the photo of the two of them, placed it next to Argerich, turned to look at Fu Diao, grinned slightly, and handed out an envelope.

"No, this is your profit tonight, 800 zlotys, but in order to thank you for bringing such a high profit to my store, I made up a thousand zlotys."

The boss blinked and added: "It's all your request, and it's in whole currency!"

Fu Diao took the envelope without looking at it, but smiled at the boss. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome. Then, see you in October."

"Well, see you in October."

Fu Diao nodded, wrapped his clothes again, dragged his luggage and walked out.

He slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, watching it merge with the smog of Warsaw, his eyes calm.

The preliminaries of the Chopin International Piano Competition have ended, and next is the main competition in October.

"Well, goodbye, Warsaw."

"I hope you will be able to welcome a perfect me in October."
Chapter completed!