It was too dark, and Cheng Yiran couldn't see what the two people in the box looked like... Whether he knew them or he didn't know them.
But the same eerie feeling that had driven him here finally made him walk in and sit down.
Across the huge glass table in the box, he pointed at the person sitting on the sofa just like that... He only knew that the other person was male.
But what he looked like, what age, he couldn't see clearly.
"You are..." Cheng Yiran frowned.
"A merchant, a merchant who can sell you anything." Luo Qiu was looking at Cheng Yiran. The darkness in this box is an obstacle to Cheng Yiran, but to the owner of the club, there is no difference between light and darkness.
"Businessman?" Cheng Yiran lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.
"Look." Luo Qiu suddenly said softly.
This successfully attracted Cheng Yiran's attention, and he immediately raised his head. Cheng Yiran, who raised his head, suddenly became a little horrified.
Because he was able to see some things clearly. Although it was dim here, it was not enough to fail to see what was happening on the table he was leaning on in front of him.
The mysterious man in front of him just stretched his hand across the glass table, and some scattered things appeared directly in front of Cheng Yiran.
He recognized that these scattered things were the electric guitar he smashed with his own hands after he had quarreled with Hong Guan.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously reached out and picked up one of the fragments... There was also a word engraved on it, and there was a word: sea.
"Is this your thing?"
"It's my stuff." Cheng Yiran nodded, but frowned again: "Is there any mechanism here? Is there a trick on the table or... Forget it, I don't have time to watch you do such a strange thing here magic show. Besides, I don't even know you."
"So..." Luo Qiu snapped his fingers suddenly, "Is it considered magic?"
The fragment that Cheng Yiran was holding flew out suddenly, and all the fragments and parts on the table were suspended piece by piece at this moment.
They began to slowly put together and assemble in front of Cheng Yiran... Even the broken strings were reconnected.
A complete electric guitar finally landed in Cheng Yiran's hands!
It's amazing, I can't think of any magic that can do this! Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyes vigorously, and even subconsciously stretched out his hand to pluck the strings in it.
"This feeling... This is my guitar!" Cheng Yiran raised his head suddenly, and said in disbelief, "How did you do it!"
"Do you want something?" Luo Qiu asked without answering, "And, are you willing to pay something for it?"
"I..." Cheng Yiran opened his mouth, holding the 'resurrection' guitar in his hands, "I... I..."
"It seems that the guest has not been decided yet." Luo Qiu smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter, as long as you want, our door is open for you at any time."
After speaking, Luo Qiu stood up, as if about to leave.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously shouted, "Wait... wait! Wait!"
"Is there anything else?"
"This... this guitar..." Cheng Yiran hesitated: "This guitar..."
"Take it as a souvenir." Luo Qiu said indifferently: "A little gift for you, such a precious thing, don't smash it next time."
Cheng Yiran clenched the guitar even harder. When he saw the mysterious businessman and the other figure about to leave the box, Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped: "I... I can buy it. What?"
Opportunities are fleeting, but Cheng also has an extremely deep understanding of this truth. For an ordinary musician like him who doesn't have much talent, no glamorous appearance, or even no financial foundation, even if it is just an opportunity, he must seize it.
But he has never encountered an opportunity... an opportunity that subverts his cognition at this moment.
This may be an opportunity.
Even if the other party is a devil.
"I, I..." Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and said heavily, "I want to buy it!"
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"sorry Sorry!"
Hong Guan kept apologizing... nodding and bowing down to the manager of the nightclub. His passion and backbone have long been smoothed out on the thorny music road.
For the sake of life and family, even if the other party scolded him bloody at this moment, he also told himself that he had to be patient... At least, he couldn't lose the money for tonight's performance.
The manager of the nightclub snorted coldly at this moment: "What! I have a good stage, and your partner throws things and leaves when he says to leave! You have a personality! If you have a personality, then don't come to my venue to sing Ah! Back then, who was it that begged me to give you a chance to stay here? You guys almost messed up tonight's event!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
Hong Guan hurriedly said: "Calm down! I will definitely talk about him later... He was in a bad mood tonight, and he drank some wine, and his mood improved. I think he couldn't hold back all of a sudden." .Besides, manager, look, even though he is like this, didn’t he do well afterwards? I am alone, and the guests in the audience are also very happy.”
The manager waved his hand in annoyance, "Okay, okay, needless to say! Isn't it just salary? Don't worry, I'm a kind person in everything I do! I won't lose half of your share, but your big Singer friend, I’m sorry! Not a dime! If you tell him to get lost, I don’t want to see him in the future! Bah, what, pretend to be in front of labor and management!”
"Manager, can you discuss it again, if you don't give it at all, that's too..."
"Furthermore!" The manager glared fiercely, the aura of having been in the nightclub for more than ten years was even enough to scare Hong Guan, "Besides, not even you!"
Hong Guan immediately lowered his head sadly, this is the reality.
After the manager finished cursing, he turned around and walked away. Before going out, he kicked the electric bass leaning against the door to the ground, and said with a sneer, "Musician? Bah!"
Hong Guan clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, but did not step forward.
After the manager left, he silently picked up his electric bass... Since he also decided to give up, what does it matter if he picks it up or not
He said this to himself.
Hong Guan sighed, and subconsciously took out his phone... The first stored number on the homepage of his address book was still Cheng Yiran until now.
Hong Guan tried to click on the screen several times with his fingers, but in the end he didn't click.
In the end, he just chose to send a text message, briefly talking about what he had to deal with, and finally wrote: You should also calm down, I will go back first, my wife is still in the hospital. If you need anything, come to me. Then, the last time I didn't cooperate well with you, it's a pity.
But before sending it, Hong Guan was silent for a while, and deleted the last sentence one by one, and changed it to:
It's easy to get together and go away.
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Hong Guan silently packed his things, walked out of the nightclub, and let out a heavy breath. He suddenly smiled, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.
Instead of Didi Taxi, Hong Guan planned to rush there to take the last bus in order to save some money.
"Hey! I'm off work, yes! I'll come to the hospital right now! It's not hard, it's not hard... um, okay. I didn't eat... Oh, I forgot to eat. It's okay, I just buy something on the side of the road and eat it. Good." Hong Guan was chatting with his wife on the phone.
Passing by a fish ball stall, I subconsciously stopped.
"Boss, is there anything else to eat?"
Yu Danqiang, who was sitting on the folding stool and reading the newspaper, raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth at this moment, and said casually: "There is nothing to eat, and there is not enough for one portion. If you want to eat, just scoop it all up." You have one, five yuan."
"Yes." Hong Guan nodded.
Yudanqiang stood up, took tools, and began to skillfully put the remaining fish tofu and fish eggs on a bowl. He suddenly glanced at Hong Guan, and said casually: "Brother, let's make music!" yes?"
Hong Guan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the tool he was carrying on his back... which he might never use again for a living, shook his head and said, "I won't do it anymore."
Yudanqiang glanced again, "Why? Isn't it good to make music?"
Hong Guan smiled and said, "It can't go on."
"Really." Yudanqiang nodded, and sprinkled the sauce on the packed bowl, "Okay, thank you for five yuan."
Hong Guan gave the money and left with his things.
After a few steps, I suddenly heard the words of the owner of the fish ball stall from behind, "I just sat here and listened to it all night, it's very good."
Hong Guan stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at the owner of the fish ball stall. He suddenly smiled and walked towards the boss.
"Why? Didn't you take the chopsticks?"
Hong Guan shook his head, but he untied the electric bass on his body and put it on the stall, "Boss, I'll give you this thing."
"Send it to me? I won't be polite, and I won't pay you back, are you really willing?" Yu Danqiang glanced casually, still smoking a cigarette.
Hong Guan just patted the boss on the shoulder lightly, didn't say anything, just picked up the packing box in his hand, put it in front of him and sniffed it, and said softly: "This is very fragrant, it must taste good."
Yu Danqiang shrugged his shoulders, sat down, put his left leg on his right knee, and read the newspaper again.
For the owner of the fishball stall, it's yet another unexpected... weirdo.
Hong Guan had already left, Yu Danqiang yawned, and tidied up his stall. But at this moment, from the nightclub in front, there was a loud sound from a loudspeaker, "Damn, if you stop, you will die!"
But as he listened, Yu Danqiang was a little distracted, and he didn't pay attention when the cigarette butt in his mouth suddenly fell to the ground.
He just walked up subconsciously... approaching this brightly lit nightclub. Not only him, but some happy people who came here from the nearby nightclubs also began to look at the entrance of this nightclub.
As if attracted by something... attracted by the deafening sound that seemed to be able to beat their inner world.
At the same time, inside the nightclub, the manager of the nightclub opened his mouth with an unbelievable expression on his face.
He looked at the customers in the lobby who were completely crazy, his hostess, bartender... and so on, all of them were swaying crazily like they were on drugs!
"Crazy... crazy..." The manager muttered to himself, but his body swayed involuntarily to the beat.
All of this is just because, on that stage at the moment, Cheng Yiran is playing and singing a song crazily: "paranoid". (.)
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