"Move it here, it's about this position!" Yang Yi directed the workers to move the black painted piano to the side of the bar counter in the shop. A few days ago, there was a vacancy here for Xi Xi's birthday party. Now, Yang Yi directly bought a piano to fill the gap.
At the birthday party, Yang Yi showed a little of his skills, and Murphy's reaction was not too intense. This made Yang Yi more confident in his plan.
Now, Yang Yi could finally buy a piano in the shop and secretly enjoy it!
After all, the guitar was nothing. Piano and violin were his true loves!
The pianos in this world were the same as those in Yang Yi's previous life, but the brand name was different. Yang Yi didn't know which one was better. So, he used the stupidest but also the most direct way, which was to buy an expensive one!
The Theodore Grand Piano from the Rhine River was worth 860,000 yuan. It was already the best small grand piano that Yang Yi could buy in Jiangcheng's piano shop – the concert level was too big to fit.
Of course, there were more expensive grand pianos made in Switzerland that cost more than one million yuan. However, when Yang Yi tried it, he still felt that the tone was not as good as the Theodore!
However, Yang Yi almost emptied his savings to spend 860,000 yuan. Fortunately, Chen Yijie's new album went platinum, so Yang Yi made a lot of money. Otherwise, with his income from last month's royalties, after paying the investment in Sahara Online Bookstore, there would be no money left.
Of course, Tian Xiang didn't regret the bet that Yang Yi signed with him. Because of the song "Long Time No See," Chen Yijie's new album also sold many copies in the Mainland. His sales not only reached the platinum standard for Cantonese albums, but also far exceeded this number!
It was indeed a little expensive for a piano to be placed in a coffee shop for more than 800,000 yuan, but it was hard to buy what one wanted, wasn't it?
Xi Xi was very curious about this huge object. While the workers were installing and debugging it, she walked around her father. She couldn't help but pull her father's hand and let him lower his head. She whispered in his ear, "Papa, I know what this is!"
"What is it?" Yang Yi asked, amused.
"It's Qin! I've seen it at Mom's workplace before! But Mom's isn't that big. " Xi Xi tried her best to gesture to her father with her little hands. "It's just this long and this big. Mom can play it! MaMa is amazing! "
Yang Yi looked at his daughter's description and could roughly understand what she was talking about. He smiled and said, "No, your mother's should be called an electronic piano, and the one dad bought today is called a piano!"
Xixi looked at her father in confusion. She couldn't understand the difference between the two.
"Why is Mom called the shop owner Qin? What's a shop owner Qin? "Xi Xi turned on the" 10,000 Whys "mode again.
"Well, it's an electronic piano." Yang Yi corrected his daughter's pronunciation and said, "It can only play with electricity, so it's called an electronic piano!"
Xi Xi knew about electricity, because her father repeatedly told her not to touch those sockets, because electricity was terrible, and it would eat Xi Xi!
"Xi Xi understands!" The little girl said innocently, "Is it because the piano is made of steel that it can play with sound?"
Steel had become a driving force like electricity?
Well, Yang Yi didn't know how to answer his daughter's imagination. He really didn't know why a piano was called a piano! Although this thing was made of steel, most of it was still wood!
Yang Yi had an idea and explained, "No, because a piano is made of wood and steel, but because there was already a xylophone, it was called a piano."
"Oh!" Xi Xi nodded, half-understanding. Then she asked, "Is Mom's piano better?"
Yang Yi probably couldn't figure out Xi Xi's train of thought. She thought that an electronic piano used electricity, and all things that used electricity were very magical and powerful, such as a television … So, an electronic piano should be very powerful too!
Yang Yi's evaluation standard was, of course, different. He corrected, "No, the sound quality of an electronic piano can't be compared to a piano, because a piano is the most original sound of a keyboard instrument!"
At this moment, the tuner sent by the piano house had also helped to adjust the sound. He sat on a leather stool and tried to play a song, using his ears to judge the pitch.
Xi Xi was also watching with rapt attention. The clear and gentle sound of the piano fascinated the little girl. Yang Yi looked at his daughter absent-mindedly. He didn't know if she knew how to appreciate it, but it seemed that, looking at her intoxicated expression, he liked it very much!
After the song ended, Xi Xi came back to her senses and agreed with her father. "Well, PaPa's piano is still the best!"
… …
After the piano was set up and adjusted, Yang Yi sent the people from the piano house out. At this time, Uncle Lu from the bicycle repair shop next to him said in a loud voice, "Yang Yi, what big thing did you buy this time?"
"I added a piano to the shop." Yang Yi smiled.
Piano? A tall, thin boy with shoulder-length hair, who was waiting for the bicycle to be repaired at Uncle Lu's shop, raised his head in surprise and looked at Yang Yi thoughtfully.
"Hey, I don't see many customers in your shop. Why did you spend so much money to buy such an expensive thing?" Uncle Lu nagged, worrying about Yang Yi.
These neighbors were all very ordinary local people. They were a little talkative and liked to gossip about their families, but in fact, everyone was very kind. Usually, if they needed help, they would shout, and no one would refuse.
After a few words with Uncle Lu, Yang Yi returned to the shop. He cleaned the footprints and dust left behind when he moved the piano.
Xi Xi, on the other hand, was bursting with curiosity. She climbed onto a leather stool and looked at the black and white piano keys first. Then, she stretched out a small hand and pressed it.
"Dong dong dong … doo doo doo …"
Different keys had different sounds when pressed!
Xi Xi felt as if she had found a new toy. She was very happy to touch it.
At this time, a person appeared outside the door. He poked his head into the shop and called softly, "Hello, boss!"
Yang Yi came from behind with a mop and said from a distance, "Sorry, the shop is not open for business today. Look, the sign hasn't been hung out yet!"
But when he came closer, Yang Yi saw that it was the long-haired young man from Uncle Lu's repair shop.
"Boss, I'm sorry. I don't want to drink coffee. Sorry to bother you for a few minutes." The long-haired young man looked at Yang Yi, who was as tall as a black tower. He was a little embarrassed, but he still mustered up the courage to say, "My name is Lin Mu 'an. I'm a freelance musician …"
Lin Mu 'an, well, listening to the very common pronunciation of Mandarin, Yang Yi could probably tell that the other party should be from Cantonese. Of course, he was not from Harbor City. Young people from Harbor City would not come to the mainland to make a living.
Yang Yi looked at Lin Mu 'an. He felt that the other party was a little embarrassed. He did not look like a star. There were many kinds of musicians. There were those who were high and mighty, those who were stars, those who were depressed and mingled in bars, and those who sang under the overpass. Those who liked music and treated music as their life could actually be called musicians!
Lin Mu 'an should be the third kind. In his introduction, he also said that he was now a resident singer in a bar.
"What do you want?" Yang Yi asked, puzzled.
"Sorry, I want to ask if you need a pianist here? It's a person who specializes in playing music for customers. Coffee shops usually have one, which makes the atmosphere in the shop thicker. I can play the piano, and I can also sing … "Lin Mu 'an tried hard to promote himself.
However, Yang Yi did not want to hire a pianist. He bought a piano more for his own entertainment.
So, he smiled apologetically and said, "You just heard the owner of the bicycle repair shop say that my coffee shop actually doesn't have many customers in a day, so there is no need to hire a pianist."
"Okay then …" Lin Mu 'an was disappointed, but he still bowed to Yang Yi gracefully and said, "Sorry to disturb you."
Looking at Lin Mu 'an's back, Yang Yi was a little dazed.
Did I forget something?
Oh, right, I forgot that sentence, "Please tell me your story …"
Well, just kidding, Yang Yi really did not have the idea of hiring a pianist in the shop.
(Note 1: As for the origin of the name of the piano, Xiaohan looked it up. There are two versions. One is what Yang Yi said, and the other is that in the Republic of China, the piano was originally called the Yangqin, but at that time, the Ministry of Education wanted to unify the name. They wanted to start with the material of the Yangqin, but they felt that the Yangqin was too old-fashioned, so they called it the piano …)
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