Author: Qi Chu Jiu

The boss ran over in three steps at a time, snatched the drumstick from An Ning's hand, and touched the edge of the big drum distressedly.

"Comrade, why don't you pay the money first?"

The boss is afraid.

If An Ning were to give it a try, his store might not even have a single good musical instrument, so what else would he sell?

"Okay, okay, it should be right. How much you say, I will definitely pay for it."

An Ning's cooperation finally made the boss feel a little more comfortable.

The boss mentioned a price, which was a little higher than usual, but not extortionate. An Ning immediately paid the price without any haggling.

After giving the money, An Ning looked at the boss with a smile and asked, "Can I still take a look?"

The boss who was counting the money stopped counting the money.

"Comrade, let me tell you, my store is too small and the quality of the instruments is not very good. Go to the store diagonally opposite. They have many instruments and the quality is pretty good."

"Really, I can't lie to you."

The boss belittled his shop and tried his best to persuade An Ning to go to the shop diagonally opposite or next to it.

In short, no matter which house on this street is better than his house.

An Ning is not stupid, she understands what her boss means, and she is afraid that she will damage it.

An Ning did not force herself and left with the boss's expectation.

The owner of the store, after seeing An Ning leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I finally left."

"If I keep trying, I will be closed down tomorrow."

In today's musical instrument shops, most instruments are made by the boss or some masters themselves. They are not machine-made and the speed is slow.

Shipping is already slow and sales are not fast. If everything breaks all of a sudden, it will take the boss a long time to open a store.

Even if An Ning loses money, it is still inappropriate in the eyes of the boss.

An Ning came out of the musical instrument shop and was seen by the owner of the shop next to him.

"Little girl, want to buy musical instruments? Come to my house and have a look. We have all kinds of musical instruments."

An Ning tilts his head.

"Is there any solid one?"

"What?"

It was the first time that the musical instrument owner asked An Ning if the instrument was strong. However, in order to sell things, he still followed An Ning and said: "Yes, these are all made of good wood."

An Ning saw that it was still early, so he went over to take a look.

"As long as it's strong, I have strong hands and I'm afraid the instrument will be damaged if I touch it."

"Hehehe, you can't. My products are all good. You can touch them as you like. If they break, it's mine."

The boss was talking generously, and An Ning, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and asked, "Really? If it breaks, it's your fault?"

Naturally, the boss would not agree to such a condition, so he made up for it by saying, "If it breaks if you touch it, then it will definitely be mine."

An Ning nodded and said nothing.

"I want to see the guzheng."

"Here are some, which one do you want?"

"Which one is strong? How much does it cost?"

An Ning changed his approach and asked about the price first.

The boss informed An Ning of the price and introduced her to the materials used for this guzheng.

"Listen to it, the sound is amazing. You can't find such a good guzheng in this street."

The boss introduced the game, and An Ning showed no expression. He just asked, "Can I play it?"

"Of course you can. Can you still let me try out the musical instruments?"

The boss stepped aside. In his eyes, An Ning stretched out a white and unprotected finger. Just when the boss wanted to persuade him to be careful, it would hurt.

"bump---"

The string is broken.

An Ning innocently raised her head, looked at the boss and said, "Just touch it and it will break."

At this time, the boss felt countless crows flying in his heart.

Damn it, this is so fucking evil!

It was really just a click, or such a gentle click, and before his eyes, the string broke.

"Hehehe, it must be damp. It has nothing to do with you. It's not that the quality of my product is not good."

"Why didn't you tell me I didn't notice it?"

The boss tried his best to persuade An Ning that it was not because his products were bad.

An Ning smiled slightly and said, "I'll pay for it."

"No, no, it's all mine."

Although the boss was unwilling to do so, he still kept his word.

An Ning did not continue trying. She left the money for the guzheng at the boss's counter and left first.

"Don't go, there are still many more, please take a look again!"

The boss watched An Ning leave helplessly, feeling extremely depressed. After finally getting a deal, it had not yet been completed.

When he returned to the counter and saw the wad of money left by An Ning, his depression was instantly cleared away.

"Be particular about it! This is when you meet someone who is particular about it."

After An Ning left, she didn't go into any musical instrument shop again, and walked around the streets with a cane. Thinking that it couldn't be done, she bought a piece of wood, found a tendon, and made a bow and arrow.

Just as she was limping along, a piece of cheerful music sounded, with a very unique tone.

Listening to the sound, An Ning saw an unkempt old man on the side of the street. There was a cracked porcelain bowl in front of him with three cents in it.

The old man closed his eyes and played the erhu in his hand happily.

An Ning listened curiously for a while, and it turned out that Erhu... was not only about sadness and music.

After the song ended, An Ning took out two cents and put them in the old man's bowl.

"Thanks."

"Can you see?"

An Ning faced the old man face to face, only to hear the old man shaking his head and saying: "Nonsense, I am a blind man who can see, I just feel that there is someone."

An Ning's mental power swept through him without exposing the old man.

Just when she was about to leave, she turned around and came back.

That erhu...

Not broken.

An Ning tentatively attached a ray of mental power to the erhu in the old man's hand. The mental power seemed to be absorbed. The erhu opposite was like an underfed baby, trying to eat more.

"What else do you want to hear?"

"What else can you do?"

An Ning became interested, put down his crutches, and sat next to the old man.

An old blind man brings a beautiful lame man, and a new combination is born.

The old man did not answer An Ning's question, but played the very famous "Er Quan Ying Yue". The sad tune and unique combination attracted many passers-by to stop.

If there are many people watching, there will always be one or two who will give you one or two cents.

The old man played for an hour, and sat quietly and listened for an hour.

After it was over, the old man carried his erhu on his back, picked up the bowl on the ground, and prepared to leave.

Although An Ning was very interested in Erhu, she was not prepared to forcefully buy or sell it.

She followed the old man, walked some distance, and entered an alley.

As soon as he entered the alley, the old man opened his eyes.

"I'm really scared of you. I'll give you half of the money."

"No, how do you know I'm not blind?"

The old man lowered his head and counted the money. He was not embarrassed at all about pretending to be blind.

"Just feel it, I don't want money."

"What? What do you want to do? I can tell you that I am not a prostitute."

The old man tugged on his clothes, as if he was afraid of being violated, which made An Ning dumbfounded.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I am very interested in your erhu. Are you willing to sell it?"
Chapter completed!