As a knife-maker of this generation, Wang Zan certainly doesn’t have to work anymore. He just needs to inherit the Wang family’s inheritance.

But how did he explain to the other party?

Wang Zan paused for a while, then said softly: "I have considered the problem you mentioned, but it is not suitable for me now. I will tell you what I have thought about in the future."

Yang Qiaoyin was speechless. After a while, she said "Okay", and then there was a sudden loss of topic between the two of them. Without knowing what, the phone could only be hung up.

"Gudu, Gudu" Wang Zan raised his head and drank a can of beer. After drinking it, he looked up at the night sky and sighed.

This call suddenly highlighted the problem between the two.

That is, as lovers, they seem to have entered a situation where they cannot communicate.

After drinking, Wang Zan returned to the hotel room. Although the battle next door was over, Wang Zan was completely sleepy. He lay on the bed for a long time without closing his eyes. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes and became confused.

The next day, at around 10 o'clock in the morning, Wang Zan woke up, got up and cleaned up, found a noodle shop next to him to fill his stomach, so he went to the nearby market to buy a few kitchen knives and scissors and put them in his bag, and went to Nanhu in Fengtian.

In Nanhu Park, there is a place where Fengtian specializes in selling antiques. There are also many stalls to tell fortunes. The entire street is full of old colors. On weekdays, many locals come to stroll around, pick and choose to find something to miss. There are also people who believe in fortune-telling and will come to Mr. Zhao to ask.

After Wang Zan came to Nanhu Park, he took a walk around first, then found an open space in a corner, took off his bag, spread a piece of cloth on the ground, and placed scissors and kitchen knives on it.

Wang Zan leaned against the wall, hugged his arms and closed his eyes and took a nap. There was no saying in their business that they were selling. In general, it was a vow who was willing to take the bait. If you know the knife credit person, those who understand this business will naturally come forward to ask. If you don’t know, you have to treat him as a kitchen knife seller.

Wang Zan was napping. I don’t know how long it took, but he felt someone coming next to him, but at the beginning he didn’t care and his eyes didn’t open. After a while, he heard the sound of pulling the strings next to him, and the movement was a little pleasant.

Wang Zan opened his eyes and saw a bench under a poplar tree about three or four meters away from him. A young figure sat on it, wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit holding a erhu in his hand, adjusting the sound.

This young man is not old, probably about the same age as him. He is dressed very old-fashioned and has a very old-fashioned face. His thick eyebrows are tall under his nose. His eyebrows are slightly frowned and reveal three horizontal lines. He pursed his lips and tilted his head, and he pulled the strings.

Wang Zan looked at the other party in surprise. There are many people who can pull things like Erhu, but there are definitely not many pulling things.

A thousand-year-old pipa and ten thousand-year-old flute, and a erhu pulls apart apart apart apart.

It is not easy to pull the erhu well. Most masters are in their forties or fifties or older, but the other party is a little younger.

The man had been tuned for about two or three minutes. After adjusting it, he suddenly sat upright, then coughed dryly and became serious in an instant. His hand paused slightly, and then his subordinates played the piano sound.

Wang Zan was stunned. The songs played by the other party were quite famous. There were many songs that could really bring out the momentum of ten thousand horses, but this guy could definitely have the artistic conception. As Wang Zan listened, he felt the scene of horse hooves rolling.

After a while, the sound of the erhu's piano became completely boiling, and there were more and more people under the old poplar tree. Many people held their arms and listened, obviously attracted by the sound of his piano.

Immediately, many people began to take out the change and put it in the box in front of him.

The other party plays the erhu just to sell his skills and ask for rewards. If he is well-trained, he will certainly not be stingy with spending ten or eight yuan.

Ten thousand horses galloped over, and the young man played two more songs. They were obviously good at skill every time, and Wang Zan was a little drunk.

Time passed quietly, about an hour or so, and the young man seemed to have finished pulling it. Then he stood up and bowed to the surroundings. When he raised his head, he said, "Thank you, everyone..."

Seeing that the young man didn't plan to attract him anymore, the onlookers also dispersed.

Wang Zan took out the money from his body and put it in his box without looking at it. The other party was stunned when he looked down. Several red tickets were fluttering in the wind.

"You gave a little more," the young man said with a frown.

Wang Zan shook his head and said, "Not much, you are worth it, and I think it's wrong to just use money to measure your value. But since you are a craftsman, you will definitely not mind the reward I give you. I like to listen, so I won't mind how much you have spent. The money is actually not important."

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at the kitchen knife in front of Wang Zan in confusion and said, "You are also a stall? I think you are not open yet, but you gave me hundreds of dollars at once. This is enough to make a profit for you all day. If you give me the money, how can you live by yourself?"

Wang Zan suddenly felt that this person was very interesting and a bit worrying. Since you are a performer, you are afraid that others will give you too much money. You will be extremely detained. Why do you have the intention to return it?

This guy is obviously a bit too simple.

Wang Zan scratched his nose and explained: "I don't have to count on this money-making person. It's just because of my hobbies. Sometimes I may not open for a few days, but once I come, it's enough for me to use it for a while. Don't worry, I won't starve even if I give you the money."

The young man said "oh", nodded, and then said, "Okay, I'll collect the money, I'll treat you to a meal..."

More than half an hour later, Wang Zan and the other party came to a hot pot restaurant next to the park. The two ordered a few plates of meat and a plate of dishes, and ordered some wine.

Sometimes the acquaintance between anyone is really interesting, full of a strong sense of fate. Just the first time I met, I went from strangeness to familiarity.

Just like Wang Zan and this person who played Erhu, their first encounter in the vast crowd sowed a seed for their future friendship. Maybe they didn't realize at that time that it was so easy for people to meet each other.
Chapter completed!