The employees all agreed, packed up their things and left.
Yun Huai didn't leave, loosened his T-shirt, and continued to pull out a screw. Beads of sweat rolled down his fair forehead and landed on his eyelashes, so he stopped and narrowed his eyes.
The owner said: "Xiao Huai, come back tomorrow."
Yun Huai turned his head, Shentan's eyes were as cold as the moonlight, he nodded after thinking about it, took off his gloves and threw them into the toolbox, closed them and prepared to leave.
The two came to the store in front and saw the employees gathered around the counter, but none of them left yet.
Seeing them coming, several people backed away quickly, and someone whispered: "That... Yun, Yun Huai, right? Your guitar was just hit by a desk lamp and broke..."
Hearing this, the owner was slightly startled, frowned and looked at the guitar at the counter.
The guitar bag was opened, and the guitar inside was smashed into a dent, which seemed to be completely broken.
However, this level of damage is obviously not something that can be easily smashed by a desk lamp.
A few employees gloated in their eyes.
The shopkeeper suddenly understood that this was a prank. It's okay to be isolated at ordinary times, this is too much...
But the young man next to him remained calm, as if there was no accident, and said in a soft voice, "It's okay."
He stepped forward, without even looking at the guitar, put the guitar away lightly, and took the coat.
The employees couldn't help but look at each other.
The shopkeeper said angrily, "Hurry up and go back."
People dispersed one after another.
Yun Huai put his guitar bag on his back, turned his head slightly, with a peaceful gaze, and politely said: "I'll go first."
The shop owner sighed, and asked with some doubts: "Xiao Huai, you have such a good voice and like playing musical instruments, why don't you find a job as a resident singer in a bar, the salary must be much higher, and you don't have to do this kind of hard work."
The young man looked over with dark eyes, his eyes were clean, "I don't sing love songs."
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Why don't you take advantage of this advantage? It's not a big deal."
Yun Huai had no expression on his face, and said flatly: "To be a resident singer, you have to sing, and you can't avoid love songs. Don't sing."
After speaking, there was no other emotion, and he took the coat and opened the door to leave.
The owner smiled and shook his head.
I really don't understand the young mind.
He was about to close the shop when the door was pushed open again. The young man stood in front of the door, pursed his lips, and said in a soft voice: "Manager, lend me the phone."
This child is young, but he looks like an old cadre. It may be because of family reasons, and he doesn't use a mobile phone. He actually paid quite a lot, but he didn't usually see how to spend the money. Maybe there are other places to spend money at home.
The store manager handed over the phone.
The boy took it, his knuckles were clean and white, he took out a thin business card from his pocket, and dialed the number.
It seems to be connected quickly there.
Yun Huai was leaning against the counter, the light brushed out the slender shadow of the eyelashes, his eyes were lowered and looked a little cold, the other party was talking to him, he only hummed slightly.
He turned the business card over, lowered his eyes and asked, "Even if I'm not selected, will there be a notification fee as long as I go?"
Yu Chu said over there: "That's right."
"Okay," the boy agreed, pursing his lips.
After making an appointment, he hung up the phone and returned the phone to the owner.
The shop owner took the business card curiously and looked at it - Shengxing Entertainment Company, Duan Chuchu.
He was surprised: "Is it a scout?"
Yun Huai also frowned, "Not sure."
"I've heard of this company," the store manager said in amazement, "it's amazing."
Yun Huai remained expressionless.