After picking up Fang Xiaoyu's father, Qin Jian's car started again.
Although Fang's father's language on the phone was simple, his attitude was very clear, that is, he planned to buy a piano for Fang Xiaoyu.
He planned to take advantage of the two days when his wife and daughter returned to her parents' home to settle the matter. He was looking forward to giving his daughter a surprise when she came back, so he wanted to ask Qin Jian for help and reference.
Qin Jian agreed immediately after hearing this.
Hence the current scene.
Qin Jian didn't say too many details about buying the piano on the way. Since the other party decided to buy the piano, the rest was easy to talk about.
The car quickly drove to Zhuoyue Music Store.
Boss Qian was away in the afternoon, and the person looking after the store was a female electronics store clerk.
When the female clerk saw Qin Jian coming again, bringing a middle-aged man with him, she quickly greeted him with a smile and called out respectfully, "Teacher Qin, you are here."
Then he nodded politely to Father Fang beside him, "Hello."
Although Father Fang rarely went in and out of such a place, he still had his own business, so he was naturally not reserved when facing such an occasion, and smiled politely at the female clerk.
There was nothing extra to do. When the female clerk told Qin Jian that the boss Qian was not here and if he needed to make a call, Qin Jian waved his hand and said, "Don't bother me. I'll come over today to pick up a piano."
When the female clerk heard this, she said with a flattering smile: "You have to do the hard work yourself~" As she said that, she twisted her body and walked towards the water dispenser, "Mr. Qin, would you like some tea?"
"Thank you, whatever."
Qin Jian responded and took Father Fang towards a black upright piano in the inner hall. On the way to pick up Father Fang, he had already chosen the model in his mind.
Soon the pleasant sound of piano sounded in the hall.
Qin Jian began to try the piano.
While the female clerk was making tea, she quietly called the boss. After receiving the signal, she walked towards the inner hall with the tea.
Qin Jian chose the yamah-yz132 for Fang Xiaoyu. In his opinion, this model is very suitable for Fang Xiaoyu’s current use in terms of tone and feel.
However, the budget given by Fang Xiaoyu's father was 3w5. Qin Jian knew that this budget was already very high for this family, but despite this, he still could not get this piano at this price.
Even if he comes, he probably won't be able to get it.
Qin Jian is very familiar with the relatively mid-to-low-end piano market. The purchase price of this piano in a specialty store is over 37,800 yuan. Excellence Piano Store is not a specialty store, so the purchase price is naturally higher. Even if Boss Qian has his own
channels, but the difference is not much different.
But he didn't intend to bargain.
When the test was almost over, Qin Jian stood up from the piano and looked at the female clerk.
"What's the lowest price I can get for this piano?"
After doing all the superficial work, the female clerk gave the price: "Thirty-five thousand."
Although Qin Jian was surprised, he didn't show anything in front of Fang's father, "Then just pretend."
Seeing Qin Jian nodding, the female clerk quickly asked someone to come over to carry the piano and load it into the car.
Fang Xiaoyu's father witnessed the whole process, and finally his eyes fell on the price tag of the piano.
It clearly says Rmb: 43500
I secretly thought that I owed Qin Jian a favor.
While the porter was loading the truck, Fang Xiaoyu's father swiped his card along with the female clerk, while Qin Jian remained silent.
"Sister Chen, the car is ready."
A sound came from the door, and the three of them looked. A young man was walking over.
The young man then asked: "Where are we sending it?"
The female clerk looked at Qin Jian, and Qin Jian looked at Father Fang: "Uncle Fang, you lead them, I'll drive back, and we'll talk to you at home later."
Fang Xiaoyu's father nodded and followed the young man away.
After they left, Qin Jian started to wander around the shop again. He was going to pick out a piano cover for his piano at home. Spring was coming soon, and Yangcheng was relatively dry, so the paint on his new piano at home was prone to cracking.
The female salesperson was introducing it to him, "This one is pretty good. The lining is imitation deerskin, and it's very effective in preventing moisture and dryness."
Suddenly there was a sound at the store door, and the two of them looked at it again.
I saw Boss Qian pushing open the door and entering.
He entered the store and scanned around, and when he saw Qin Jian, he smiled. As he walked away, he said with a slightly blameful smile: "I don't even say hello to my brother in advance when I buy a piano!"
Qin Jian waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't bother with this little thing."
At this time, the door opened again, and a little girl about seven or eight years old ran in. As soon as she came in, she hid behind Boss Qian and looked at Qin Jian curiously.
"Sitong, why don't you know how to say hello? How do I teach you how to say hello?" Boss Qian's voice was high.
The little girl quickly walked out and looked at the female clerk: "Aunt Chen, happy New Year."
"Happy New Year Sitong." The female clerk quickly answered.
Then his eyes moved to Qin Jian again, and after a moment, he said in a sweet voice: "Happy New Year, uncle."
Qin Jian smiled, and Ye Taotao's shadow seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
Sighing slightly, he was indeed an uncle.
With a thought in his heart, he took out a red envelope from the inner pocket of his coat.
Boss Qian saw how he could not understand and quickly intervened, "Brother Qin, what are you doing..."
But Qin Jian had already squatted in front of the little girl, and then stuffed the red envelope into the little girl's hand: "Happy New Year to you too."
He said and patted the little girl on the shoulder.
The little girl took the red envelope and showed a sweet smile: "Thank you, uncle."
Boss Qian looked on and didn't know what to say. Qin Jian stood up, looked at him and said with a smile: "It's Chinese New Year, bring your pocket money to the children."
"You..." Boss Qian could only give up with a smile, "How about the piano you picked? If you are not satisfied with it, tell me which model you need. I can get all the pianos on the domestic market."
Qin Jian waved his hand and thanked him again, "I've bought it. I'm going to trouble Boss Qian this time."
After a few simple polite words, Qin Jian left.
Boss Qian looked at his watch and said, "We've arrived at the hotel too. How about we have a meal together?"
"I will go back to Yanjing in two days. I want to spend more time with my parents at home these two days. We will have to contact Boss Qian in the future."
After politely declining, Qin Jian also expressed his attitude that there would be cooperation in the future.
"Okay." Boss Qian said cheerfully, without writing, "If anything happens here in Yangcheng from now on, just call me."
Qin Jian's planned business line already belongs to Yangcheng, and Boss Qian is indeed a good partner in his mind.
After Qin Jian left with two imitation deerskin piano covers as a New Year's gift from Boss Qian, the female clerk told her boss what had just happened.
"Well, you did a good job."
Boss Qian nodded with satisfaction. He had told Qin Jian on the phone that no matter what model of piano Qin Jian wanted, it would be given to him at the purchase price minus 2,000 yuan. If the other party was unwilling, give it to him at the purchase price.
After a period of contact, he also knew Qin Jian's temperament to some extent. The young man looked very casual, but in fact he distinguished some things very clearly.
So he didn't give much, but the price he gave was beyond the normal price.
From his perspective, it is impossible for Qin Jian to not understand the actual price of these pianos, but now that the other party has accepted the price, it can be regarded as accepting his affection.
This makes him very comfortable. Thousands of dollars are nothing to him.
But a future...
"Wow!"
At this moment, a childish exclamation interrupted him.
Boss Qian turned around and saw that the red envelope in his daughter's hand had turned into a pile of brand new pink banknotes.