If you continue playing, this guzheng will probably be scrapped first.

Qiao Yang saw that the guest who was leaving had already returned, and he was not sorry for the boss, so he said to the microphone next to the Guzheng:

"Sorry, something went wrong with the instrument. Please wait a few minutes."

After saying that, Qiao Yang hugged the Guzheng and returned to the backstage first.

The bar suddenly became noisy again.

"Why did it go down in one song?"

"You can't change a better instrument!"

"How long will it take for a few minutes, you'll make it clear."

The guests expressed their dissatisfaction, but no one left again.

Qiao Yang held the Guzheng to the backstage and breathed a sigh of relief. He planned to find a place to rest, and also let the Guzheng rest and return to normal.

As soon as he walked into the instrument room, the bar owner showed up behind him with a man.

"Qiao Yang, your performance just now is amazing. I wish you could stay with me all the time."

"That's not true. My body can't stand it. It's the first time I'm playing my arm like this, but it still hurts now." Qiao Yang pinched his arm, the twenty-one-stringed Guzheng, which required him to move his arm frequently.

He didn't feel it when he was playing, but now he felt sore and swelling even stronger after he rested.

"Classmate, are you interested in acting in a movie?" A strange man next to the boss talked to him at this time.

Qiao Yang glanced at the man, "Your surname is Qin?"

"No, my surname is Xiao Dan and Yi Wang, why did you ask that?" Xiao Wang's face was full of polite smiles. Combined with his melon-shaped face, he always gave Qiao Yang a feeling of having something else to do.

"I had a teacher named Qin before and wanted me to act in a movie, but I refused."

"Why refuse?"

"I am studying music, not a major in film and television. I don't want to work together."

Qiao Yang continued to knead his arms, and he would play later.

"There is actually no obvious boundary between film and television stars and singing stars." Xiao Wang also wanted to continue to persuade Qiao Yang, "There are also many people acting and singing, right?"

"You're talking too far. I'm still a freshman."

After kneading for a while, the soreness and swelling of the arms finally began to fade.

He pushed Xiao Wang away and said to the bar owner before going on stage:

"Boss, I may have to leave early. Your instrument seems to be almost unable to hold on. Let others prepare it."

"Didn't you agree that you have been performing for an hour, will I count you as three hundred?"

"That's up to your instrument." Qiao Yang brought the guzheng to the boss, "I wonder if it smells burnt."

The boss smelled it, and it really was.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed, "Your way of playing is too destructive."

"If you don't do this, how can you help you maintain the situation?" Qiao Yang rolled his eyes and walked towards the front of the stage.

He didn't notice that Xiao Wang, who was beside his boss, looked at him with brighter eyes.

"Lao Wang, this person is given to me. The movie I invested in is him."

"Can't we discuss it again?" Boss Wang didn't want to give up Qiao Yang. He could see clearly the previous stage effect in the room.

"I am still a college student. I take a car for more than two hours a day and run from Magic City University to you as a part-time job. How can I have time to help me make movies?"

"You know him very well."

The boss was mumbling, and he knew that he was trying to keep Qiao Yang, which was too embarrassing for him.

Xiao Wang smiled, "He doesn't just interview your part-time job in the bar. If you let go, I will not break my promise to invite the band you promised to."

"If you know, you will also use money to smash people." The boss was dissatisfied with his mouth and felt envious and jealous.

...

On the bus back, Qiao Yang looked at the extra thousand yuan in his account and was still hesitating whether to go back and return the money to the bar owner.

He didn't last enough for an hour, so he didn't even want money. The bar owner forced him to open the collection code and asked him to transfer the money.

After transferring the money, Qiao Yang didn't look at it. He sat on the bus and found that the boss transferred him 1,000 yuan, not 300 yuan.

"God, what are you watching?" Jiang Fan came over, "Damn, in less than an hour, you earned a thousand yuan, it's so amazing."

"Maybe he made a mistake. When he comes back tomorrow, he will give it back to him." Qiao Yang put away his cell phone and said.

He is not short of such a little money, so there is no need to owe the boss favors.

"God, did you write the song you played on the stage?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

"Then you don't need to pay him back the money. He still owe you."

"Why?"

Qiao Yang doesn't understand what Jiang Fan means.

"You think you left the music score there, which is equivalent to selling it to a bar. If you sell such a good score for 1,000 yuan, you will definitely lose money."

"I also learned the scores in the bar, and they are not pure original and are not worth that much money."

Qiao Yang felt that he had learned more, and he was very grateful to the bar owner and the original author who left the music score.

"No, even if it is not your original work, you can't underestimate its commercial value. I feel it very obvious outside. If you offer 1,000 yuan, you will definitely be a group of people snatching it." Jiang Fan just couldn't figure out why Qiao Yang didn't like his music score.

Seeing that Jiang Fan was even more entangled than himself, Qiao Yang suddenly felt a little anxious to laugh.

"Okay, I may not go back. It depends on the situation at that time." Qiao Yang felt that he could not be too optimistic. "If tomorrow's interview for a high-end restaurant is passed, I will not go to the bar."

"Well, with the great master's ability, you will definitely live tomorrow."

Jiang Fan was full of confidence in Qiao Yang.

...

Back to school.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, Jiang Fan couldn't wait to show off with his cell phone in front of Zhao Huo and Yao Shun.

"It's your loss if you didn't go with the great god this time."

Zhao Huo and Yao Shunxiawu's anger had not yet subsided. When they saw Jiang Fan still dared to show off, they looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

"You dare to say it."

"Yao Zi has done him."

Zhao Huo and Yao Shun pressed Jiang Fan tightly on the table with one hand.

"Help, great god, they are going to murder their roommates."

"Who told you to be proud? I'll go take a shower, you can do whatever you want."

Holding the basin, Qiao Yang threw Jiang Fan away and walked into the bathroom.

Tonight, although it wasn't long in reality, Qiao Yang stayed in the study space for several hours and was very mentally exhausted.

It’s better to wash and go to bed early, which is the main thing for him.

Qiao Yang did not save him, Jiang Fan could only surrender to the power of the two of them and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"It's mine that I surrender, I shouldn't show off."

"What else, how did you do it in the game?"

"Speak quickly and say you are a sinister mean villain."

Zhao Huo and Yao Shun still refused to let go of Jiang Fan and asked him to apologize for their behavior in the game.

Jiang Fan is not happy now.

"How can things in the game be considered despicable? If you have the ability, you can despicable me once."

"There is also a great god who plays with me to eat chicken, and he will find me."

"He is not a human being, can we compare with him?"

Qiao Yang in the bathroom was ashamed when he heard them saying this. It was just a game, why did he be so serious?

"Do you still want to watch the master perform in the bar? Just let me go if you want to."

Jiang Fan was already feeling uncomfortable when he was pressed, so he had to use his trump card.

Zhao Huo and Yao Shun also had enough fun and let go of Jiang Fan.

When Qiao Yang came out of the bathroom, the three of them reconciled again, gathered around a cell phone and watched the video recorded by Jiang Fan.

Lying on the bed, Qiao Yang ignored them, and began to check his smart watch.

As expected, there were three system information he missed.

"Complete a team performance and get guzheng proficiency +2"

"Only adapting a famous song, earning +1 composition"

"Complete a Guzheng solo and get Guzheng proficiency +3"

Qiao Yang didn't know what the so-called full-time proficiency was, but after these two messages, he felt that he could play the song skillfully based on the impression in his mind without reading the Guzheng and music score.

This is a very wonderful feeling, which makes him in a speechless mood.
Chapter completed!