My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 5 Wang Zheng
Han Qi didn't finish singing the song, and stopped after trying it for more than a minute. He felt that this guitar was the only one in his heart...not that he was satisfied, but that this kind of sound was enough to play on the street. Han Qi, who was even better, was worried that he could not afford it.

"how much is this?"

Wang Zheng was not in a hurry to say the price, but applauded and praised: "You sing so well! Yes, brother, how long have you been learning the guitar?"

"I... have studied for more than ten years."

Can't say a day?
The system has given me too much knowledge, let alone more than ten years for ordinary people, it is difficult for ordinary people to reach Han Qi's current level even after 20 or 30 years of research...and how outrageous is the system?

During the period after Han Qi chose the career of a wandering singer, calluses had gradually grown on his fingers that would only result from long-term guitar practice, so Han Qi's statement outside that he had learned guitar for many years was very convincing.

"Which school are you from, have you graduated yet?"

Wang Zheng has graduated from Chuanyin for five years and has opened a store for two years. He usually guesses the origins of many singers. After all, singers from bars have a different sense of singing from singers from colleges. He is 70.00% sure that Han Qi is Academy singer.

This kind of professional singing style that has not been influenced by the streets and markets is easy to distinguish.

"..."

what to do?Is it not good to say that I graduated from college at this time?And I'm still majoring in iron and steel smelting... "I've already graduated, and I just sing and play by myself. You haven't said how much this guitar costs."

Han Qi went to sing on the street in a hurry, and didn't want to talk much.

"I graduated from Chuanyin. I don't know if it's your senior. Haha, I'll make this guitar cheaper. I'll sell it to you for three thousand five."

"..." Han Qi suspected that he had heard it wrong... "How much?"

"Yamaha ll6, three thousand and five... It's not bad in the domestic face sheet, but I think it's a bit wasteful for you to use it... The main reason is that this is too bad. You can buy better ones for long-term use. It's a bit wasteful for temporary use. After all More than 3000 is not a decimal, why don't you try this..."

Han Qi didn't understand what he said after that. People were dumbfounded when they heard the number three thousand. How cheap is it?

He stopped the shopkeeper 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, how about you?"

"Han Qi, my name is Han Qi... Brother Wang, you're right, I'm just using it temporarily. Do you have a cheaper guitar in your store, the one that costs more than 1000?"

"More than 1000?" Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment, "What kind of guitar can I buy for more than 1000..."

Wang Zheng didn't realize it at first, but now he saw Han Qi's expression and he understood what was going on. It's not for temporary use. It's obviously because he didn't have enough money with him to afford it...but more than 1000 guitars can be bought in his own store. There really isn't one.

After all, Han Qi was still young, thin-skinned and blushing.

Why are guitars so expensive?The sound quality of this model sounds average, but it actually costs more than 3000 yuan?

Now I only have two thousand and five thousand in total, and I’m still short of one thousand to buy guitars. Besides, Han Qi saw on TV that singing can make money. In reality, it’s not certain whether he can make money. Guitar, if he only made more than 100 that night, would he have to sleep on the street?
Wang Zheng thought for a while and said, "If you want to use it for a short time, why don't you try renting it?"

"Can it be rented?"

"Alipay is fine."

"Huh, that's fine."

It would be great to be able to rent it, just right for me now.

Wang Zheng took down a guitar that he wanted to sell to Han Qi before, played the sound test himself, and then handed it to Han Qi and said, "Taylor 214, you try this one, I usually buy it for more than 9000 to [-], and rent it One day... let's count it as two hundred, how about it?"

"can."

After Han Qi took over the guitar, he played a few times himself. Standing beside him, Wang Zheng was impressed by Han Qi's basic skills, and asked curiously:
"What do you do with a guitar?"

"I just arrived in Jincheng, and I don't have any money on me. I want to see if I can make some money by singing."

"what?"

Wang Zheng leaned back, a little surprised.

Is it a coincidence, isn't it?

In fact, he cleaned up the shop so early to go to the street to sing, but he wasn't doing it for making money, he just wanted passers-by to hear his voice, and he wanted to see the admiring eyes of others after hearing his singing.

"Hey! You said it earlier!"

"what happened?"

Wang Zheng shook his head, smiled playfully and said, "It's nothing, I don't think you understand anything, have you never sung in front of passers-by before?"

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 not in a hurry to close the store anymore. He sat on a high stool in the corner and said, "You said that 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 earn it?"

"There is still something to be earned. If it goes well, it will not be a problem to earn a few days of living expenses in one night. But have you ever thought about where you want to sing? There are only a few places with a lot of people and the audience is willing to give money, and there are people in all of them. If you go and fight with them, you will be beaten when you come home in the middle of the night, believe it or not?"

"I……"

Han Qi was stunned.

Why beat me when I eat with my ability?Is there still Wang Fa?Is there still a law?
Gee.

Wang Zheng shook his head.

too young.

But...the voice is really good.

It would be great if I had the same conditions, young and handsome, with such an attractive voice... He lowered his head to touch a cigarette from his pocket, and the envy in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Come on one?"

Han Qi waved his hand and said, "Excuse me, I don't smoke."

Seeing this, Wang Zheng took one in his mouth: "Yes, you have such a good voice, so smoke less." He lowered his head and lit the cigarette, and continued,

"Although there are many people in Jincheng, there are very few street performers who are willing to spend money to reward them. It's fine if you can sing so-so, but you sing so well and are so handsome that the audience gave you money. Others What do people do?"

Han Qi was a little scared, hesitated for a while and asked, "Then can I go to a remote place?"

"Oh, remote? Do you think that the habit of paying can be formed in a day or two? Except for a few places where people often sing, if you go to other places, you may not earn 100 yuan a night. Don't forget Two hundred a day after buying this guitar."

Han Qi stared blankly at Wang Zheng.

despair.

If I knew it 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 tense.

Five minutes later, Wang Zheng finished his cigarette. Seeing that Han Qi was stunned by his words, he felt that the time was almost here, and thought... Let me see if you are really talented.

As a singer who has sung on the streets of Jincheng for two years, of course he has his own fixed site.

At this moment, he wanted to bring Han Qi to his place, so that even if Han Qi was brought out by him, he would not be bullied as an outsider.

(End of this chapter)