Chapter 23 Actually got a profit?

The saxophone didn't hesitate too much. After thinking for a while, he directly gave them a melody they were most familiar with. After playing two bars, he started repeating it, giving Fu a little space to tune in.

Fu Diao just thought about it briefly and roughly knew what the overall situation of the piece should be like, and then played it on the piano with extremely light fingers.

This time, he no longer serves as the main melody part, but as the link between the left and right.

Let everything in the music be connected together without gaps.

Rather than occupying the position of the saxophone, the sound of the double bass was brought out at the same time.

Saxophone's eyes lit up, and he looked at Fu Tiao with surprise, and he played the saxophone in his hand even more happily.

He never thought that his saxophone could be played so comfortably.

I have worked with several of my teammates for so long, and I have never felt as comfortable as I did today.

The double bass next to it is also very comfortable.

It’s not that he feels comfortable playing, but that he feels comfortable listening.

He had never felt that his double bass could play such an important role in the band.

It was as if all the music was resting on his shoulders, giving him a feeling of being upright.

This feeling makes him, a double bass player who has been ignored for many years, very comfortable.

If the performer is comfortable playing, the listeners will be more comfortable.

All of them looked at the people on the stage with a little surprise. Listening to the works they often heard in the bar, their bodies couldn't help but dance along with the music.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after the new person came to play jazz music today, the music in this jazz bar... seemed to sound a little better?

Especially after that person stopped playing solo, you had an inexplicable feeling that the strength of everyone in the team had improved a lot?

This feeling was particularly strange, but at the same time, countless people stopped.

Many people were sitting under the stage, drinking and cheering.

There were also some who drank too much and went directly to the stage to jump around in front of everyone and dance some casual and half-baked dances.

However, no one would reject them. On the contrary, when faced with this sudden appearance of "dancers", more people gave them applause.

Fu Tiao, on the other hand, unconsciously controlled the band to coordinate with the dance of those people as much as possible, making those people dance more happily.

After all, everyone goes out to relax at night, and not many people learn dance just to dance in bars.

Time passed quickly, and it came to about two o'clock in the evening.

Although some people were still drinking and chatting there, most of the guests had already left.

Today is not the weekend, I still have things to do tomorrow, so I won’t stay too long.

Fu Diao looked at the empty seats with regret, stood up helplessly, stretched, and was also ready to leave.

At this moment, a slightly rough man with a strong Polish or Russian accent appeared behind him.

"You play the piano very well. Have you considered coming to work in our bar?"

Fu Tiao turned around, and a traditional European white man wearing a brown beret, a white shirt and black suspenders appeared behind him. His gray-brown coat was casually placed on the back of the chair. He took out a stack of

Banknotes, counted up and down.

"Forgot to introduce, I am the owner of this store, and this is your salary tonight. They will settle the bounty from the band with you later, as well as the drink money paid for by others. I will see you later.

We won’t send you drinks, but they will send you a lot of drinks. After deducting the cost, you will share..."

"A total of 483 zlotys, and I'll pay for your 10 zlotys of mineral water. The total is 500 zlotys."

He counted and took out three 100-dollar bills, three 50-dollar bills, two 20-dollar bills, and one 10-dollar bill. He handed them to Fu Diao, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled.

"Playing well."

"Thank you."

Fu Diao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he looked at the banknotes in his hand. He turned around and looked at the store manager who was about to clean up the store, and hesitated: "Um...can you change it to a neat one for me?"

"You want it? That's fine." The store manager was stunned, took back the broken banknotes from Fu Diao's hand, took out two more 100 zlotys and handed them over: "No."

"Thank you."

Fu Diao looked at the coin in his hand, couldn't help but grinned, put it in his inner pocket, and patted it hard.

Not bad, it shouldn't fall off.

The store manager leaned on the stool, looked at his appearance, couldn't help but smile, and asked again.

"So, you haven't answered me yet, do you want to continue to work part-time in my store? The hourly salary is calculated as 50, from 7 to 3 in the evening, how about it?"

"No." Fu Diao shook his head: "I have something to do before ten o'clock in the evening, so it may have to be after ten o'clock."

"After ten o'clock, after eleven o'clock to three o'clock? How about four hours?" The store manager nodded indifferently: "I just want that guy to play the first half, and you can play the second half, okay?"

"good."

"Do you want to sign a contract? If you sign a contract, you can pay insurance, but you need to pay taxes. If you don't sign a contract, you will be given cash directly."

"No, just give me cash."

"Okay, when you leave one day, remember to tell me in advance."

"Ok, see you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

The store manager looked at Fu Tiao, who had a dull expression, and couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head slightly, reached out to pick up the coat on the back of the chair, hung it on his body, and turned around to leave.

When leaving, he also did not forget to move the chairs on the road to the table to make it easier for the staff who were cleaning.

Fu Diao put his hand on his chest and felt the faint protrusion. He couldn't help but reach out and squeeze it, and then smiled.

I had never used money on a ship before, so I never thought about money.

As a result, when I really needed money, I relied on Mr. Brotz for food, and I only had a little money left, so it was hard to take the bus every day.

Now that I finally have some money, I can repay Mr. Brotz's favor.

It’s really hard to put into words the feeling of always being in debt to others.

I will also get a little money every day in the future. Maybe I can improve the food a little while listening to music in the concert hall?

Fu Diao couldn't help but grin.

"What laughing?"

The man who played the saxophone before suddenly appeared, patted Fu Diao on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said cheerfully, "No, your dividend!"

After that, the man took out nearly a third of the pile of banknotes and handed it to Fu Diao.

"No, the total income today is 524 Brotz. The four of us here, we thought about it and finally decided to divide 324 between the four of us. The rest will be given to you. Thank you for your hard work today!"

After that, the man did not wait for Fu Diao to refuse, but directly stuffed 200 Br into Fu Diao's pocket, patted it hard, and turned around to leave.

He opened the door and suddenly thought of something. He turned to Fu Diao with a smile and said, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention that you play really well. I heard that you plan to come here to do odd jobs. So, let's

Just see you tomorrow?"

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Everyone around him waved goodbye to Fu Tiao one by one. For a while, only Fu Tiao, the bartender and cleaning staff who were still cleaning up were left in the room.

Fu Diao touched the 700 Brotz in his arms and suddenly laughed for some reason.

Soon, his smile faded, he shook his head slightly, picked up his coat and left.

I still haven’t found the feeling of Chopin.

But forget it.
Chapter completed!