Jiang Can took his hand away from the keys.

The scene was silent.

He let out a sigh of relief, released the chaotic emotions in his heart, then looked around and frowned: Did he make a fuck?

When he saw Tang Xiaoguo, the other party smiled and applauded.

The applause became increasingly dense, making Jiang Can feel relaxed.

Played so well.

You Shihua's eyes flashed, but her mood was still a little difficult to calm down.

Although she could tell several small problems in Jiang Can's performance in one word, overall, it was very different from ordinary pianists.

That is something that countless musicians cannot get.

Aura!

Or give emotion.

Or talent.

As long as you work hard, you will most likely become a piano master.

Several men became more and more depressed.

They are not stupid, so they can naturally hear that the other party's skills are good.

Tang Minghuang was even more surprised.

Seeing Jiang Can step down from the stage, You Shihua was about to come forward and chat with the other party in the name of discussing skills, but saw that Tang Xiaoguo was already one step ahead of him.

Facing Tang Xiaoguo's open arms, Jiang Can walked forward with a smile.

No time to hold.

But there was no throbbing.

Do you really don’t like Brother Ping’s girl?

Tang Xiaoguo had already let go of him and punched his chest: "Good job!"

"How do you reward me?"

"Accepted!"

"What?"

"You can come to work part-time after get off work in the future."

...

That night, Jiang Can saw himself on TV.

In the evening news, his side face just passed by, and the store's logo camera stayed for a full two seconds.

Apart from lamenting the old Tang family's ability to make money, Jiang Can has no special feeling.

He did not gain any special fame because of this, just like "a low-key shop" did not become high-profile because of this.

Jiang Can has more jobs.

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, from 6:00 to 8:00 pm, he would go to the store to work as a piano player for two hours, with an hourly salary of 250.

This means that he can earn an additional 6,000 yuan every month, and his salary can be used to buy scraps and krypton gold.

The only thing that made him feel a little distressed was that there were more and more female customers in the store, and he was a little reserved and secretly stuffed notes, but he always wanted to take advantage of him.

Jiang Can's performance time was gradually discovered by the customers in the store, so the three days he was there every week, and the sales of alcohol were much higher than usual.

A small part was given to Jiang Can by men and women.

Especially after I found out that he was "not drunk for a thousand cups", there were many more people delivering wine.

So much so that his appearance, piano skills, and alcoholism have become a "legend" in this small circle.

Tang Xiaoguo joked about this a lot, and even enthusiastically suggested that he just go to make a drink.

Jiang Can actually doesn't drink much.

However, the wine given to him by others cannot be wasted, so he can only pour it into his mouth and sell it.

In this way, his wealth value has grown wildly and tends to rise faster and faster.

More than a month has passed.

After spending all the salary to buy junk money, Jiang Can's points have reached 920,000.

The energy at the lottery is only 820,000.

After pouring a glass of cocktail in front of him into his mouth and selling it, Jiang Can drank a sip of mineral water. As usual, thanked the strange girl who gave the wine and turned her eyes to the piano in front of him.

Zhang Qiao from the audience held her chin and looked at it.

A girl with a bud head squeezed to her, took out her cell phone, and shook her eyes.

Zhang Qiao glanced at him and teased Yin.

The other person is taking selfies.

She looked at it again, and the camera had been adjusted and aimed at Jiang Can on the stage.

"This is my husband!" The woman smiled sweetly.

Zhang Qiao felt contemptuous: I dare to compete with me for any kind of thing!

She didn't say anything, after all, there were too many women like this.

She glanced at random, and at least five or six girls were shooting on the stage.

It was only past six o'clock, and the seats were not enough.

Most of these people came for Jiang Can.

In fact, she also took photos of her secretly, and she even added about twenty fans to her.

Seeing that the girl ran to another angle to film Jiang Can, Zhang Qiao even disliked: What's the filming? It's like a journalist.

She took a sip of low-alcohol wine in depression and waved to Song Qiyue who was walking from the bathroom: "Can you advise your boss? No photos are allowed here."

Song Qiyue glanced around and said with a smile: "It's a bit difficult."

"Then I... book a room!"

Song Qiyue whispered to the other side: "Did you see that woman?"

Zhang Qiao glanced at him: "What?"

"Her name is You Shihua, the only daughter of the boss of Tianxi Group." Song Qiyue sighed, "If I could book a room, I would have booked it long ago."

Zhang Qiao took a big sip of wine angrily, but choked her and coughed violently, attracting a lot of attention.

The budhead woman who had changed four or five angles to shoot the video finally stopped and returned to the side of the two of them. While drinking wine, she supported her head and tilted her head to look at Jiang Can on the stage in a daze.

Song Qiyue and Zhang Qiao looked at each other: Flowery fool!

After a while of being stunned, the woman turned to the two of them and asked with a smile: "You two are also here to see him?"

"We are friends." Zhang Qiao raised her chin slightly, "Go to Brother Can."

"I am his assistant." Song Qiyue's face was expressionless.

Alas.

The woman's eyes lit up: "What assistant, is he a new debut star?"

Song Qiyue pointed to the door: "Brother Can just come here occasionally, this is not his main business."

"Who is he?"

Song Qiyue smiled but said nothing.

"By the way, my name is Zhang Linlin, and I am a Douyin anchor." The woman explained.

Hey.

The two women looked at each other.

"How many fans are there?" Zhang Qiao asked.

"A million." Zhang Linlin said with a smile.

"What's live broadcast?" Song Qiyue was curious, "Handsome guy?"

"No, it's mainly fitness," Zhang Linlin smiled, "I have a private gym, not far from here. I heard from my students that there are handsome guys here, so come and have a look."

The two women glanced at each other and had a good figure and were jealous!

The legs are a little thick, hum!

"He is really handsome." Zhang Linlin turned her head and saw little stars appearing in Jiang Can's eyes.

Zhang Qiaoshen agreed: "That's right, I've never seen such a handsome man!"
To be continued...