Han Qi didn't finish singing the song. He tried it for more than a minute and then stopped. He felt that this was the only guitar... It didn't mean that he was satisfied, but he felt that this kind of tone was enough for playing on the street.
Han Qi, who is better off, is worried that she can't afford it.
"how much is this?"
Wang Zheng was not in a hurry to tell the price. He applauded and praised: "The singing is great! That's okay, brother, how long have you been learning guitar?"
"I... have been studying for more than ten years."
Can't we talk about it for a day?
The system has given him too much knowledge. For an ordinary person, let alone more than ten years, even if he is less talented and has studied for twenty or thirty years, it will be difficult for him to reach Han Qi's current level... And how outrageous is the system?
During the period after Han Qi chose a career as a wandering singer, his fingers had gradually developed calluses that would result from long-term guitar practice, so Han Qi was very convincing when he said outside that he had been learning guitar for many years.
"Which school are you from? Have you graduated?"
Wang Zheng graduated from Sichuan Music School five years ago and has opened a shop for two years. He can usually guess the origins of many singers. After all, singers from bars and singers from college have different singing feelings. He is 70% sure.
Han Qi is an academic singer.
This professional singing style without much influence from the streets and the market is easy to distinguish.
"..."
What should I do? Isn’t it a good idea to say that I graduated from college at this time? And I am majoring in steel smelting... "I have already graduated. I just sing for fun. You haven't said how much this guitar costs."
Han Qi was in a hurry to sing on the street and didn't really want to talk.
"I graduated from Sichuan Music. I don't know if I am your senior. Haha, I will sell this guitar to you cheaper, 3,500 yuan."
"..." Han Qi suspected that he heard wrongly... "How much?"
"Yamaha ll6, 3,500... It's not bad among the domestic models, but I think it's a bit wasteful for you to use this... The main reason is that this one is too bad. If you use it for a long time, you can buy a better one. If you use it temporarily, it's a bit wasteful. After all,
More than three thousand is not a small number, why don't you try this one..."
Han Qi didn't hear clearly what he said next. Everyone was dumbfounded when he heard the number three thousand. Is this still cheap?
He stopped the shop owner who wanted to find him a better guitar and asked with a serious expression:
"Brother, what's your name?"
"Oh, I haven't said it yet. My name is Wang Zheng. What's yours?"
"Han Qi, my name is Han Qi...Brother Wang, you are right, I am just using it temporarily. Do you have a cheaper guitar in your store, the kind that costs more than a thousand dollars?"
"More than a thousand?" Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment, "What kind of guitar can I buy with more than a thousand..."
Wang Zheng didn't react at first, but now he saw Han Qi's expression and understood what was going on. This was for temporary use. It was obvious that he didn't have enough money to buy it... But for a guitar of more than a thousand, he couldn't afford it...
There really aren't any in the store.
After all, Han Qi was still young and thin-skinned, and his face turned red.
Why are guitars so expensive? The sound quality of this one sounds average, but it costs more than 3,000 yuan?
Now I only have a total of 2,500, which is still less than 1,000 when I use it to buy a guitar. Moreover, Han Qi has seen on TV that singing and singing can make money. In reality, it is not certain whether he can make money. He really has to spend all his money to buy one.
Guitar, if you only make more than a hundred dollars a night, will you have to sleep on the street?
Wang Zheng thought for a moment and said, "If it's for short-term use, why don't you try renting it?"
"Can I rent it?"
“As long as you have Alipay.”
"Huh, that's good."
It would be great to be able to rent it, it is just right for me now.
Wang Zheng took down a guitar that he wanted to sell to Han Qi before, played it for a sound test, then handed it to Han Qi and said: "Taylor 214, you try this one, I will buy it for usually more than 90,000 to 10,000, and rent it."
If it's a day... let's give it two hundred, how about it?"
"Can."
After Han Qi took over the guitar, he also played it a few times. Wang Zheng stood beside him and admired Han Qi's basic skills, and asked curiously:
"What do you do with your guitar?"
"I just arrived in Jincheng and I don't have much money. I want to try to see if I can make some money by singing."
"ah?"
Wang Zheng leaned back, a little surprised.
What a coincidence, isn't it?
The reason why he packed up his shop so early was actually to go out to the streets to sing. However, he was not doing it to make money. He just wanted to let passers-by hear his voice and see the admiring eyes of others after hearing his singing.
"Hey! You should have told me earlier!"
"What's wrong?"
Wang Zheng shook his head and said with a playful smile: "It's nothing. I think you don't understand anything. You've never sung in front of passers-by before, right?"
Han Qi looked at the time, sat on the chair and sighed:
"yes."
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's still early."
Wang Zheng was no longer in a hurry to close the store. He sat on a high stool in the corner and said, "You said you just came to Jincheng and it was your first time to perform on the street. How do you know that street performances can make money?"
"Can't you make money?"
"You still have to make money. If everything goes well, it won't be a problem to earn a few days' worth of living expenses in one night. But have you ever thought about where you want to sing? There are only a few places where there are a lot of people and the audience is willing to give money. They are all occupied.
If you go and fight with them, you will be beaten if you come home in the middle of the night. Can you believe it?"
"I……"
Han Qi was shocked.
Why should you beat me if I rely on my ability to earn a living? Is there still a royal law? Is there still a law?
Tsk tsk.
Wang Zheng shook his head.
too young.
But... my voice is really good.
It would be great if he had such conditions, being young and handsome, with such a charming voice... He lowered his head and touched the cigarette from his pocket, the envy in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Have one?"
Han Qi waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I don't smoke."
Seeing this, Wang Zheng took a cigarette and said, "Yes, you have such a good voice, smoke less." He lowered his head, lit the cigarette, and continued,
"Although there are many people in Jincheng, there are very few people who are willing to spend money to reward street performers. If you sing only mediocrely, it will be fine. But you sing so well and you are so handsome that the audience will give you their money. Others
What should people do?”
Han Qi was a little scared. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Can I go to a more remote place?"
"Huh, remote? Do you think the habit of paying can be developed in a day or two? Except for a few places where people often sing, if you go to other places, you probably won't make a hundred yuan a night. Don't
Forgot about this guitar costing two hundred a day."
Han Qi looked at Wang Zheng blankly.
despair.
If I had known earlier, I would have chosen another career. Why is being a street singer so dark? I just want to earn a few hundred dollars for food and accommodation.
The atmosphere in the store gradually became depressing.
Five minutes later, Wang Zheng finished smoking a cigarette. Seeing that Han Qi was frightened into a trance by his words, he felt that the time was almost up and thought... Let me see if you really have talent.
As a singer who has been singing on the streets of Jincheng for two years, he certainly has his own fixed territory.
At this moment, he wanted to take Han Qi to his place, so that even if Han Qi was the one he brought out, he would not be bullied as an outsider.
