At 8:40 p.m., Qin Jian’s Yangcheng master class concluded successfully.
In the following part, every child who signed up in advance received careful guidance from Qin Jian, so that in the end more and more people wanted to sign up on the spot, but the time and quota were limited from the beginning.
After the event, there was a photo-taking ceremony.
After the group photo was taken, many parents hoped that Qin Jian could give guidance to their piano children in some private ways. Some parents even offered a very considerable price on the spot.
But of course there was no result, and Qin Jian could only say sorry.
For a moment, he also thought about whether he could gather these resources and give them to his father, but then he thought about the trouble inside and outside. Based on his understanding of Qin Gang, the other party would never let him do this.
On the way back, Qin Jian was talking about the grade examination with Qin Gang who was driving.
The phone in my hand suddenly adjusted.
A message arrived from mobile banking, and Boss Qian called with the balance of the master class.
Qin Jian was delighted when he saw the amount. Including the previous advance payment of 12,000, he earned a total of almost 23,000 from today's lecture.
This can barely be regarded as the first pot of gold that Qin Jian earned on his own. Although it was just a casual catch, and the amount was not as exaggerated as other sources, it only took more than four hours of effort.
After Qin Jian told Qin Gang, Qin Gang turned the steering wheel and sighed with a smile: "I did the math just now, and I guess it's about the same."
Qin Gang then asked: "The owner of the music store will make a lot of money this time, right?"
Qin Jian leaned on the passenger seat with a hint of exhaustion and replied: "Can someone else earn this money?"
"The publicity, venue, and advertising for this Chinese New Year are all costly, and it only takes two days to make the venue look presentable. Before I came here today, I never thought there would be so many parents bringing their children."
"Although my performance in the first grade of junior high school was quite successful, no one gave me any planning, so it would not be as popular as it is today."
"But he didn't think so, so I gave him an advertisement for his music store."
Qin Gang nodded in agreement, "Yes."
After a moment, he sighed with emotion: "Not to mention that master classes are really profitable in our country. No wonder masters from all over the world are rushing to China. Your busy work in one afternoon is more than your mother and I put together for two and a half months."
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"At the end of last year, a Ukrainian violinist came to the cultural center to give a concert. We don't know where it came from. Anyway, the Education Bureau issued tickets for all the music teachers in the city to attend. As a result, I just went to listen to it.
That’s what happened.”
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case." After running around for a year, Qin Jian had heard too many so-called third-rate 'masters'.
"Listen," Qin Gang said, "It's not over yet."
"The foreigner gave a master class the day after the concert. Do you still remember the physical education teacher from your elementary school?"
"Liu Yaozi?" Qin Jian asked suspiciously.
Qin Gang raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't call me that."
"Okay~" Qin Jian Lima pretended to be a good boy.
Then, Qin Gang said: "Lao Liu's second girl didn't learn violin. But the next day he took the child there. Later I heard that he went up and played for a while. The foreigner said it was very good, so he paid 600 yuan.
Qian, I was given a textbook as a gift when I was leaving, but when I got home and opened it, it was written by a Chinese."
"Hahaha----"
Qin Jian laughed unkindly.
"Isn't this fucking ****?"
He really didn't target Liu Yaozi. Although Liu Yaozi always ignored Qin Gang's feelings and punished him for running when he was a child, but
What he was criticizing was individual foreigners, and even more so those ** who joined forces with foreigners to exploit others.
"Actually, think about the difference between this thing and the current domestic grading examination market."
"One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer."
“You really don’t know what level your child is?”
“You really don’t know how your child can practice piano at home?”
"Some foreigners are really bad, and there are some foreigners who are even worse."
Qin Jian seemed to be angry at himself.
Finally, he added, "It's all **."
a long time.
"call."
"Dad, I'm hungry."
Qin Jian rarely speaks dirty words in front of his parents.
Probably because he was a little tired today, he didn't speak too thoughtfully.
But once you say something, it feels good to curse someone.
Cursing at him was like putting myself into a certain role, and then I wanted to immediately flip the table and compete with those foreigners.
If you don't fight for steamed buns, you also fight for breath.
Perhaps this is also due to his inherent sensitivity as an artist and the fact that the youth of the new era have not completely faded away from the middle school.
However, Qin Gang did not say anything about the *** that kept popping up from his son's mouth.
But when the car stopped downstairs, Qin Gang gave Qin Jian a mouthful.
"Qin Jian, if we have money, we can't earn it without conscience, do you hear me?"
"What about foreigners?"
"That's not OK."
"Ha ha ha ha----"
"Why are you laughing, kid?"
"Dad, times have changed."
Looking at his son's back going upstairs, Qin Gang felt that his son's words were only half right.
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At noon the next day, Qin Jian received a special phone call just after finishing his morning practice.
He is Fang Xiaoyu's father.
After Fang's father explained the purpose of the call, Qin Jian was a little surprised. After lunch, he drove to Xiaoyu Sichuan Restaurant.
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On the second night after the Yangcheng party, Qin Jian accepted Fang Xiaoyu's invitation and walked into Fang Xiaoyu's specialty Sichuan restaurant.
He felt it was time to meet Fang Xiaoyu's parents.
That was also the first time he met Fang Xiaoyu's parents. It was pretty much what he imagined. Fang Xiaoyu had a slightly silent father who was good at cooking delicious Sichuan cuisine, and a hardworking and capable mother.
A small shop is very neatly maintained.
With Shi Yue accompanying me, the meal was not boring.
Since he was driving that day, he didn't drink the home-made wine prepared by Fang's father. Later, he heard Fang Xiaoyu say that it was the daughter's red brewed by her father. But Qin Jian knew the story of daughter's red.
He didn't take it.
But he didn't take the wine, and he took a lot of braised pork. Fang Xiaoyu's father stuffed a full box into Qin Jian's car.
The person was seen, the food was eaten, and the things were taken away. It was considered that his worries were gone, and when he left, he said something that touched his heart.
"Uncle and aunt, don't worry if this kid Xiaoyu will be successful in the future."
"In addition, I will definitely be in China when school starts this fall, but I have already taken care of the school. You can just send her there then, and let her take you around Yanjing by the way."
In response to this, Fang Xiaoyu's parents really didn't know what to say to thank Qin Jian in the end. Fang's father just smiled stupidly, and Fang's mother just said that she would come home for dinner often.
Qin Jian nodded in response, and at the same time told Fang Xiaoyu: "Prepare well for cultural classes, wait for your good news, and wish you good luck in the college entrance examination!"
"Don't worry, Master! You are too, and I wish you good luck in Poland!!!!"
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Holding the steering wheel, Qin Jian hummed Chopin's Prelude in G-sharp minor and nodded rhythmically.
He pondered Fang Xiaoyu's father's phone number.
I thought that this problem had come to my head again.
"But it's also a good thing."
The car turned around the corner of the street, and from a distance, Qin Jian saw Fang Xiaoyu's father standing alone on the street, as if waiting.