"Clap clap-"
After the song was over, someone at the door applauded: "Not bad, this piano is good."
Mr. Kang turned his head and saw a somewhat familiar person.
It should have been seen in the conference room before. The other party's name was Zhang Ju. Unlike the second-generation rich like him, he belonged to the rich generation who started from scratch.
Because of this, the two didn't have much contact with each other.
The reason why Mr. Kang remembers this person is because he and his wife are very affectionate, but they have an enterprise-level marriage. They worked together with the woman for ten years to make a fortune, but they only got married after the company went public.
Commonly known as enterprise-level marriage, this kind of divine operation can avoid the company's financial rights competition caused by emotional breakdown after marriage.
In the circle, this is a role model of a successful man, but at the time he only thought it was not kind, after all, he was someone who had been fighting with him for ten years.
and many more.
Mr. Kang was stunned for a moment, and looked at this female student with a nose pad, double eyelid cut, slow learning and no artistic talent. He originally thought she was a sugar daddy plastic surgery girl.
This time I was really surprised.
Sure enough, you can't look at people by looking at the surface. Kang feels that he has learned again today.
When the man came in, he first walked up to his wife, kissed his wife, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"There are outsiders here." The originally carefree female student was instantly embarrassed.
"I kissed my own wife." Mr. Zhang took his wife's hand and said, "Are you eating out? I just asked Sister Zhang and said you didn't eat at home."
"Not yet, just came back from the art center." The female student said, turning to Xia Sheng: "Come, let me introduce you, this is my husband, Zhang Ju."
"This is Mr. Xia Sheng, the piano teacher of the Art Center. This is Mr. Xia's son. Isn't Mr. Xia good at playing the piano? I didn't know the charm of the piano until I heard her play the piano. It was amazing." Female student , that is, Mrs. Zhang was full of praise: "I have no artistic skills, and my scalp is numb when I hear it."
Zhang Ju smiled politely at Xia Sheng, turned to his wife, and said, "You don't even have any artistic skills, you all take music as your meal."
"Didn't I forget this?" Mrs. Zhang turned to Xia Sheng: "Mr. Xia, let's eat here, Mr. Xia, do you have any taboos, I'll let the kitchen do it."
Xia Sheng said: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm going back to prepare for the afternoon class."
"Teacher Xia can actually be a private teacher for me, so I don't have to work so hard." Mrs. Zhang mentioned this matter again.
"That's true," Mr. Zhang looked at Mr. Kang and said, "Mr. Xia's child is about the same age as our son, and he can bring it over when the time comes."
Mr. Kang said in his heart that this man is not good to his wife, and he calculated it clearly, but to outsiders, Xiao En Xiaohui is still very willing.
"The job at the art center is more suitable for me." Xia Sheng politely declined.
It is not the first time that she has encountered someone asking her to be a private teacher, but in fact, she can't study for long. Although the salary of the art center is not as good as that of a private teacher, it can ensure stability and safety. Moreover, Kangkang's work There are some special cases.
Seeing that she couldn't make any sense, Mrs. Zhang said another thing: "The remuneration for tuning..."
"Just call the art center for compensation," Xia Sheng said.
Mrs. Zhang said, "That's fine. It just so happens that I still have something to discuss with the person in charge of the art center, and then I will put the money on their side."
"Thank you." Xia Sheng smiled.
Mrs. Zhang said, "If you want to go back, I'll take you back. It's not easy to take a taxi in the community."
"The driver at home will do it." Mr. Zhang pulled his wife and said, "You haven't eaten yet, so worry more about your body and don't keep worrying about other people's affairs."
"Uncle Li, send Teacher Xia back." Mr. Zhang looked directly at Xia Sheng at this time and said, "Mr. Xia, I'm not targeting you, my family is just like this, very warm to people, I may trouble Teacher Xia in the future. Teach her the piano."
"No trouble." Xia Sheng said.
Xia Sheng didn't say anything about sending it by car. This community is very big, and it takes about twenty or thirty minutes to go out for a taxi, and Xia Sheng may not be able to find the way.
Mr. Kang was pulled into the car by his cheap mother and fixed in the child safety seat. He was still thinking about the tuning fee just now, and there was a middleman who made the difference, alas.
According to Mr. Kang, according to Xia Sheng's ability, she can open a small adult piano class by herself, accept four or five students, and each student will earn 100 yuan per lesson, two lessons a day, and she can earn 1,000 yuan a day. , I can earn 30,000 yuan a month. I occasionally tune the students and repair pianos, which is another income without middlemen.
Although not a lot of money, it is definitely better than her current situation.
Mr. Kang thought of these and turned his head to look at Xia Sheng, who was quiet next to him, hating that iron was not steel, and that cheap mothers wouldn't make money.
On the way back, Xia Sheng was very quiet the whole time, and Mr. Kang couldn't understand the emotions of the other party at the moment.
However, Kang always felt that there was a high probability of being unhappy.
Under normal circumstances, when the poor see the life of the rich, it is easy to have a sense of gap.
Especially when there is only one piano of 25,000 yuan in her family, and a piano of 6 million yuan has to be used by a person who does not understand piano.
Mr. Kang felt embarrassed when he thought about it. Of course, the key to his embarrassment was that the piano belonged to him.
When Xia Sheng was quiet, he really had the melancholy temperament of an artist.
The driver sent the two back outside their community, and Xia Sheng took his son back, just like every day before.
However, when she opened the door, the quiet artist who was full of melancholy temperament just now disappeared suddenly, and the whole person suddenly changed.
"Ahhh!"
"Baby, this is the best piano my mother has ever played!"
"I play it so well, baby, do you feel that your mother is really a genius!"
"How can there be such a good piano in this world! I'm going to be moved to tears."
For a moment, Kang Zong's head was covered with black lines, and Xia Sheng's temperament that belonged to an artist was gone.
A mature and steady young mother suddenly turned into a childish little girl, and now she is about to dance.
Xia Sheng was really happy, as if the swordsman encountered the legendary peerless sword. He had heard of it before, but now he not only saw it, but also got used to it.
Even if it's just a dance, it's still enough to make people happy.
Mr. Kang looked at the happy young mother. She was so happy that the living room couldn't contain her happiness. She walked to the study next to her and couldn't help playing another song.
Kang Zongte appreciates this. Being so poor, the young couple are quite optimistic.
For example, his cheap mother, after playing more than 6 million pianos, went home and played more than 20,000 pianos, and she did not feel uncomfortable.
Mr. Kang watched and saw a whole new experience, as if a whole new world had opened up in front of him.
His past affairs were very simple, friends, housekeepers and servants all seemed to have their own labels.
Friends are righteous and funny, the housekeeper is kind and kind, hard-working, and the servants don't pay attention. It is probably a symbol, an image of cleaning for him.
Everyone revolves around him, everyone has their own label, single and simple.
No one has ever been as complicated as this young couple.
Yes, they are complex, as complex as an onion, peeled and layered.
At first, the young mother gave him the impression of a weak woman who was afraid of cockroaches and insects, and the label he gave was a weak woman.
Later, when he discovered that the other party was a powerful sanctioner behind his back, he felt that the weakness in front of her was disguised by her, and that she must be a woman with a heavy heart and a huge secret, so he tore off the previous label and felt that the other party was Must be disguising.
But now, the other party's happiness is so simple and pure. According to Mr. Kang's previous understanding, she is a mother, and her emotions seem to be all because of the child and her husband. This is also in line with the world's view. The happiest thing for a mother seems to be child.
Today, Mr. Kang discovered that the other party actually has his own happiness, because he played a tune with more than 6 million pianos.
But what's even more strange is that this is the joy of playing six million pianos. He should feel disgusted when he sees it, because it is too vulgar.
However, he didn't feel that way, instead he felt that the other party was really cute.
There is even a weird elder mentality... I really want to give that piano to this person.
"Baby, I'm going to see what Daddy has prepared for us to eat."
President Kang raised his head, and the young mother, like a little girl, jumped into the kitchen to find the ingredients prepared by the child's father.
The fierce and big man actually saves money behind his back to buy a piano for his wife. He can spend more than 20,000 at a time, and he will feel distressed because the braised pork is burnt.
Before leaving every morning, I cut up the vegetables my wife ate at noon and put them in the refrigerator as a surprise for my wife at noon.
"Dad made us meatballs, baby, let's have meatball soup for lunch." The cheap mother's voice came from the kitchen.
President Kang had a slight reaction when he heard the meatballs.
It's shameful to say it, but now President Kang can actually feel happy because he eats meat. Fortunately, no one knows about it except him.
Mr. Kang sat on the foam carpet, swinging the toy car bought by the cheap dad, and the cheap mother in the kitchen stuck his head out again and said—
"Baby, I miss your dad, do you miss dad?"
Mr. Kang continued to play with the toy car, thinking about it.
"You must be thinking about Dad, right? Let's have dinner, and while we have time, let's wait for Dad's company to wait for Dad to get off work."
What
The toy car in Mr. Kang's hand ran out at once.
Where does this cheap mom say she's going