"...This guitar is actually pretty good. After all, it's a brand-name product, Epiphone, Yi Feifeng, from the United States."
"How should I put it? Choosing a guitar doesn't depend on the brand. It depends on whether it suits you. To put it bluntly, it means whether you have a feeling... Yes, it is a feeling! This is very important. Art requires sensibility. And for beginners
, buying this guitar is a bit of a waste. Of course, if you have the money, let’s talk about it later, haha..."
"Speaking of which, I have done some research on this brand of guitars, and I have a few on hand. Most of them were gifts from friends, and some were bought with my own money. In comparison, the price in this store is two thousand five thousand...ha
, No more talking, no more talking..."
"Teacher Dayong, what do you mean...this guitar is not worth the price? Is this store trying to trick people?"
"No way, I have bought musical instruments here, and the items are quite good. Moreover, this store is quite famous and is very popular on the Internet, so it shouldn't be like this, right?"
"No, no, no, I don't mean that. Brother, please don't say that. It's hard to say the price of musical instruments, especially imported instruments. It can be high or low. It's a business. Besides, I'll go shopping with you today.
It's a coincidence. I can only give you some suggestions. It's up to you to make your own decision. It's that simple. There's no need to say anything else..."
"I understand, but I still believe in you, Teacher Dayong. You are the leading electric guitar player in our Lingjiang music circle. Many celebrities have to ask you to accompany them when they sing."
"Haha, don't you dare, I'm just thanking my colleagues for their love..."
In the music store lobby, not counting the accompanying children, there are about a dozen customers. Don’t be too few, it depends on the industry. This kind of customer flow is quite good for a musical instrument store, especially a small store like Tangyun Qinxie. In addition, it also depends on the time.
It has something to do with the fact that weekend afternoons are the best time for business.
The focus of the crowd was a young man with loose, shoulder-length hair who looked like he was a literary and artistic man. He was dressed in jeans with rivets, and his trouser legs had a few holes cut out at the knees. He was dressed quite uniquely. As for the man next to him,
I'm here with a fellow guy, he dresses very normally, looks like an ordinary little boss, but he looks quite lively.
Whenever the man named Teacher Dayong made a critical evaluation, he would stand up and continue talking and make a summary. If he could not get the former's affirmative confirmation, he would smile and nod to indicate that he understood.
Keep it secret like a deep state.
Not to mention, the cooperation was quite tacit and the effect was good. This can be seen from the expressions of the guests around who couldn't help but look hesitant after hearing the words. After all, the man named Teacher Dayong looked really professional. He just picked up the paragraph easily.
The electric guitar melody is also amazing enough.
Of course, different identities will lead to different perspectives on things. For example, the little girl was sensitive to the fact that these two guests seemed to be here to cause trouble... Oh, you can remove the word "seemingly".
When Tang Chao walked into the hall, he did not pay attention to the two people talking loudly, but looked thoughtfully at the door. There, Pork Belly was pushing the glass door with his head to open a gap, and quietly slipped out. Diagonally across the street, there were only a few pedestrians.
, a familiar black car parked on the side of the road.
Even if the murderer returns to the scene of the crime, it will be understandable. Why are you, the mastermind behind the crime, so stupid... You are not professional at all!
Pouring his lips, Tang Chao withdrew his gaze, walked into the crowd, and nodded politely to the middle-aged man who looked like a small boss: "Hello, I am the owner of this music store, how can I help you?"
"Ah? Haha, it's okay. Let's just take a look and pick a guitar." The middle-aged man looked at Tang Chao up and down, smiled and shook his head.
"That's it. Do you need me to recommend it?" Tang Chao's attitude remained unchanged and he pointed at the electric guitar in the hand of the young man beside him, "Actually, the one you have is pretty good. Whether you play it by yourself or use it for other purposes,
It can basically meet your general needs. If sir is interested, I can make the decision and give you a discount."
"Oh? How much discount?" the middle-aged man said with great interest.
Tang Chao had no expression on his face: "Broken legs!"
"Well?"
"Ha, just kidding, don't mind...how about 50% off?"
"Forget it then." The middle-aged man waved his hand, raised his head and laughed, then rolled his eyes, "By the way, what did the little brother mean by what you just said, do you also play guitar?"
"I don't play much. But..." After a pause, Tang Chao shrugged, indicating that you understood, "I run a piano store, so I know a little bit."
"Little brother!" The middle-aged man smiled and gestured with his thumb, and then said with emotion, "I am also a businessman, and I think this is how business should be done. If you just go out and sell things to others without knowing it yourself, that is not a scam.
Man, little brother, are you right to say what I said?"
Tang Chao thought for a while and nodded: "That makes sense."
Just waiting for your words, the middle-aged man clapped his hands with a loud roar and pushed out the young man beside him: "Come on, little brother, let me introduce you to an expert. This is Teacher Dayong. You must know him, right?"
Tang Chao turned to look at the sexy young man. He was about to say that he didn't know him, and he really didn't know him, but he saw the latter looking at him intently, with a stiff expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost, and his fingers that were tightly grasping the electric guitar were blue and white.
My heart couldn't help but wonder, what kind of reaction, have I seen this before...
The middle-aged man was not aware of the subtle atmosphere. When he saw Tang Chao standing there, he opened his mouth wide and stared in extreme shock: "No, little brother, you run a music store, haven't you heard of Teacher Dayong? You Spark Plug Rock Band"
You must know that Teacher Dayong is the guitarist there. He is very famous in the circle. All the big and small celebrities and singers know him... Don’t you know him?!"
It has to be said that although this middle-aged man's expression was a little exaggerated and traced, he also incited the atmosphere in the venue very well. The other guests around him couldn't help but whisper when they saw this, and even the repeat customer who helped speak before couldn't help but
frown.
At this time, Tang Chao looked at the sexy young man with a half-smile but not a smile: "This Teacher Dayong, well, I really don't know him... Why don't you show your hand and let me see him?"
"Little brother, it's boring for you to be like this." The middle-aged man actually put on an admonishing attitude and looked quite sincere, "Integrity comes first when doing business. If you really don't understand these things, just put it bluntly, there is really no need to carry it with you.
.Besides, we just dropped in to take a look. Don’t ruin your business. That would be a big sin..."
After a pause, without waiting for Tang Chao to express his position, he kept to himself and said, "Of course, you are still young. You may not be able to accept what I say, and you think we are bluffing you. If you are a mule or a horse, you have to be pulled out for a ride."
, how about this, I let Teacher Dayong show his skills, and you just learn from it, how about it?"
What is the art of speaking? This is that he had to finish all the inner and outer words by himself. Not only the guests around him, but also Tang Chao also nodded in agreement, seeming to agree. What a stick... The middle-aged man raised his mouth slightly and almost snickered.
He spoke out and turned to look at the individual young man, "Teacher Dayong, what do you think...Teacher Dayong?"
"Huh? Oh... uh..." The long-haired young man seemed to be waking up from a dream. He nodded subconsciously and then froze immediately. The guitar in his hand tightened and tightened, but he just couldn't lift it up.
The middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw this, and gave a vague reminder: "Teacher Dayong showed his skills. Don't worry, justice is in the heart of the people. We can all hear the good and the bad."
That's what he said, but the young man looked at Tang Chao, his eyes flickered, and he didn't move. This behavior was undoubtedly abnormal. Although several guests around him didn't understand what happened, they also realized that things had changed, so they couldn't help it.
Say more and watch quietly.
After a moment of stalemate, when the middle-aged man said something incomprehensible, Tang Chao shook his head boredly, looked at the personality young man and spread his hands to indicate: "Do you think you are going to go alone, or do you want to learn from each other before you go?"
Well, Tang Chao has already recalled who the other party is, mainly because he really doesn’t know many people who play music. Half a year ago, Tang Chao helped Chu Fengya make trouble and recorded an electric guitar solo. The opposite young man,
He must have been one of the band members who was slapped in the face at that time.
"What do you mean, Teacher Dayong will be afraid of you..." Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the young man grabbed his shoulders. He looked at Tang Chao and stammered, "I... I didn't know this was yours."
Shop, I'm sorry, I..."
He took a deep breath and said, "I'm leaving right away!" After saying that, he bowed deeply, pulled the middle-aged man around and left.
"Wait a minute." Tang Chao pointed to the electric guitar in the young man's hand, "This guitar costs two thousand five thousand."
The young man was excited and blurted out: "It's worth it! It's so worth it!"
Tang Chao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he shook his head and smiled: "What I mean is that if you don't plan to buy it, please put it back where it was."
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
It was a farce that ended in a dramatic way, which was a bit anticlimactic. But Tang Dynasty naturally didn't care about this. The little girl took it seriously. After watching the troublemaking duo leave the block, she closed the glass door and walked away.
He looked a little worried,
"Brother, are we being targeted?"
The little girl's sense of smell in this area is quite sensitive. It is not just precocious wisdom, but also someone's intentional or unintentional teachings when nothing happens. She grinned speechlessly: "That's right, we are not male and female thieves, why are you watching us?
"
"Brother, you're coaxing me again!" The little girl puffed her cheeks, not very happy.
"No, how is that possible? Haha... It's just normal business competition. Some people have pinkeye and they just don't want to see others get better. It's okay." In the corner of his vision, the black car parked across the street slowly started to drive away. Tang Chao said in a bored tone.
Yawned.
Tangdou didn't notice this scene, but she had heard Tang Chao talk about similar things before, and she immediately thought of it: "The one with the surname Zhang? The Xinyin Piano Store next door?"
"Um."
"Why is this man like a fly? How annoying!" After finding the mastermind behind the scenes, the little girl frowned and couldn't bear it anymore, and she complained.
"You also said it was a fly, so don't worry about it."
"But what if he does these little tricks again?"
After thinking about it, "Probably not, well, at least not in a short period of time. Let's not talk about this. Let's go and greet the guests first." Tang Chao was certain of what he said. The young man named Dayong will definitely do it after he returns.
After reporting the acquaintance between him and Chu Fengya, Zhang Shanhai may not be afraid of Chu Fengya. The two do not belong to the same circle, but he will have some scruples, or at least hesitation. After all, an ordinary person will not know any big stars.
…
These things were quite boring to talk about, so Tang Chao did not explain them in detail to the little girl. Of course, his indifferent attitude was genuine.
Again, the Tang Dynasty in life was really peaceful and lively, ah, peace-loving! Putting aside the occasional bad taste, as long as it doesn't touch the reverse scale, everything is easy to say, even if it is targeted.
His own malice can even blow through his face, and he can do it... he just has no bottom line! Other things like self-esteem, moral integrity, shame, etc., don't even exist, and the killer doesn't need these things.
A little incident in life, trivial, don’t take it to heart, including the little girl, who was still angrily shouting for her aunt to take time to come over that night, so she turned around and forgot about it. The gear of time just rolled forward smoothly,
Until, near the end of the month, two days before middle school students go on vacation, it is time for the final exam...
As mentioned before, Tangdou’s academic performance has been good. Whether she was in the southern suburbs or transferred to an aristocratic school in the city, her academic performance has never dropped. However, after all, it is the annual final exam, and the little girl still cares about it and is very prepared.
Enough, I watched less than half an hour of TV in the evening. Of course, not all students care about it, such as the person in front of me...
It was still night, and it was still a familiar construction site. After the unilateral instruction course, Tang Chao sat on the edge of the balcony of a high-rise building that had not yet been completely repaired. He looked at the dusty sandbags in front of him. Oh no, Ren Buping shook his head: "You didn't just
You should use your arms to block my whipping legs."
Ren Buping moved his arms and raised his head in surprise, with doubtful eyes. According to past practice, the teacher would never discuss the training content with him after the end. He would just beat him and let him figure it out... But he didn't think too much and pondered for a while.
Seconds, he nodded: "I should retreat..."
Tang Chao waved his hand to interrupt, "I mean, tomorrow's final exam, in this state, are you sure you can hold a steady hand in the examination room?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter, I won't do it anyway." Ren Buping said calmly.
"That's true."
After a moment of silence, Ren Buping simply took care of his injury and sat on the high building, looking at the vast black night in the distance: "Teacher, when I came out of the base, the clan team asked me to convey two things."
"speak."
"A week ago, Ms. Xie contacted us to report her itinerary. She will take a flight to Los Angeles on the evening of the 29th. Team Zong said everything has been arranged there. Please rest assured that the last accident will not happen."
Tang Chao nodded lightly: "I know about this itinerary. Please help me convey your gratitude. What about the other thing?"
"There is action on the Hell God's side. Yesterday's news and intelligence confirmed that O'Connor, the top killer of the Hell God's cannibal, appeared in a small country in Southeast Asia. The result of the clan team's analysis is that he is most likely targeting the teacher.