Translator: Alfredo Poutine Soup Editor: DesTheSloth
The wild energy in the nightclub kept going until midnight . Even until Cheng Yiran left, the atmosphere would not calm down .
How would one describe that? That was a wonderful, ancient, and forceful performance which could touch the audience and cheer them up the most . One could tell how enthusiastic the audience was just like a metal bar on fire .
"Encore---Encore---Encore---Encore!" Cheng Yiran could hear the audience's support while sitting at the backstage . . . Their voice was so loud as if thousands of people were in the club .
Cheng Yiran sat alone, watching the light from the ceiling . His hands hung along the legs of the chair with a guitar lying on his legs .
The scenes and crazy fans flashed in his mind, which seemed to turn into part of the air, infecting his body and speeding up his blood . In his previous life, he had never a moment like this . . . where his whole body was ablaze while he got closer to his dream .
This was all because of a magic guitar . He lowered his head and touched the guitar on his legs carefully .
According to what the businessman said, the guitar could make the audience fall in love with the sound it makes . The businessman granted it a heartfelt power---after it was repaired .
Cheng Yiran wanted to share his unbelievable experience and happiness with his partner . But he saw an instant message when he pulled his phone out of his pocket .
"Meeting happily, parting merrily . . . " His heart turned cold, with his finger pointing at the first contact on his phone .
Tap---tap . Someone was knocking on the door . Cheng Yiran frowned and kept away the guitar while asking coldly, "Who?"
"Manager Dai!"
Creak .
Looking at the manager who was impolite to him before, Cheng Yiran frowned, "I will leave after sorting out my belongings . Don't worry, I won't trash your place . " He understood this man clearly . . . although he had only signed one contact with him .
"Don't say that, I am not going to kick you out . " Manager Dai entered into the room and smiled, "Cheng, I am very pleased with your performance tonight . Would you like to sign a long-term contract with us?"
"A long-term contract?" Cheng Yiran frowned .
Manager Dai continued, "Yes, many customers said that your music was so cool that they would like a second concert . " At the same time, He pulled Cheng Yiran's arm to get closer, "Some even said they would never come here again without you . "
"Really?" Cheng Yiran frowned .
"Of course!" He patted his shoulder, "I am not lying! Listen, the audience hasn't left yet . They were shouting 'Encore' since you left the stage . "
Cheng Yiran smiled inwardly upon hearing the audience was waiting for him . But he felt also terrified of the power from the guitar . He suddenly became lost in his thoughts .
"Cheng? Can you hear me?" Manager Dai grasped his arms lightly .
Cheng Yiran responded, "Manager, I need some time to think about it . "
Manager Dai had rich experience dealing with this situation where the singers didn't give him any face once they became famous, especially when he treated the singers badly before . He had a lot of tricks to cope with these young singers because he had a super powerful boss behind the club .
Manager Dai had a high status after working here for many years . . . but for now, he preferred a gentle way rather than intimidation and bribery .
F*ck . . . the boy was really good! He made me, a tone-deaf person, attracted to his music!
"Certainly, you should consider it carefully . " Manager Dai smiled, "But it would be better to make a decision as soon as possible . You know that our club is so popular that every singer wants to play here . I kept this position open, waiting for a suitable person despite the requests from many people with a stronger background . So time is limited, please give me a reply soon, OK?"
"Sure, I will respond to you as fast as I can" Cheng Yiran nodded and opened the door leaving, "I am tired, I will leave from the back door later . "
"Don't forget to give me a reply! OK?"
Cheng Yiran could still hear his voice even when the door closed . He calmed down and left from the back door . This situation did not feel real even when the cold winter wind blew into his face . Was it possible that all was a dream . . . and everything would be unchanged upon waking up tomorrow?
Cheng Yiran stopped by a small stall .
"No more food here . " The stall owner shook his hand to Cheng Yiran, "You can go to that convenient store which is opened 24 hours . "
"No . . . " Cheng Yiran frowned and stepped forward . He pointed at the bass on the chair, "Where did you get this bass from?"
"No . . . " Cheng Yiran frowned and stepped forward . He pointed at the bass on the chair, "Where did you get this bass from?"
"This?" The man said with a shrug, "A man gave me that just now . Do you like it? You can take it for five hundred RMB . It should be worth that much . "
"He gave it to you?" Cheng Yiran grabbed his collar and roared, "Why did he give it to you? How could he give it to you!"
"Sh*t! Behave yourself!" The man grasped Cheng Yiran's arm and twisted forcefully, "I told you, I, Fish Ball Qiang, was here since you were a baby!"
"Release me!" Cheng Yiran was aching .
Fish Ball Qiang pushed him away and frowned, "I would cut your arms off if it was years ago . "
Cheng Yiran didn't dare to get closer with teeth gritting, "He . . . did that man say anything to you?"
"I forgot . . . Young man, take it easy . Don't be defeated by little things . " Fish Ball Qiang yawned while shaking his head and continued to sweep his stall, "This is mine . Give me money or just leave . "
Cheng Yiran sighed without a word . He looked at the bass and turned back, leaving in the opposite direction . . . away from Hong Guan .
"F*ck . . . did he really leave?"
"F*ck . . . did he really leave?"
Fish Ball Qiang turned back with a shocked expression, "Three hundred . . . two hundred! One hundred fifty . . . Sh*t, one hundred twenty, it can't be less! Sh*t . . . this isn't worth money at all . "
Fish Ball Qiang shook his head and continued his work .
"Sell it to me if it really is one hundred twenty . "
Suddenly, Fish Ball Qiang heard a girl's voice . He saw a young man accompanied by a girl here . He might be a rich guy who was in the pursuit of pleasure . . . with a beautiful and unhurried girl .
"It was a past price . Now it is for three hundred . . . no, five hundred RMB!" Fish Ball Qiang arched an eyebrow .
"Say a price and we will accept it without questioning . " The young man smiled .
Fish Ball Qiang thought for a moment, 'This guy was requesting a higher price? Understood . . . he might want to show his generosity to the girl? Poor, idiot man . '
"One thousand RMB!"
The young girl came to him with money and brought the bass away, "Keep it well . "
Fish Ball Qiang shivered . . . He discovered that the girl had blue eyes . 'Were those contact lenses? Or did she come from abroad?'
Chapter 411 A Magic Guitar Translator Alfredo Poutine Soup Editor DesTheSloth The wild energy in the nightclub kept going until midnight . Even until Cheng Yiran left, the atmosphere would not calm down . How would one describe that That was a wonderful, ancient, and forceful performance which could touch the audience and cheer them up the most . One could tell how enthusiastic the audience was just like a metal bar on fire . Encore Encore Encore Encore Cheng Yiran could hear the audience 39 s support while sitting at the backstage . . . Their voice was so loud as if thousands of people were in the club . Cheng Yiran sat alone, watching the light from the ceiling . His hands hung along the legs of the chair with a guitar lying on his legs . The scenes and crazy fans flashed in his mind, which seemed to turn into part of the air, infecting his body and speeding up his blood . In his previous life, he had never a moment like this . . . where his whole body was ablaze while he got closer to his dream . This was all because of a magic guitar . He lowered his head and touched the guitar on his legs carefully . According to what the businessman said, the guitar could make the audience fall in love with the sound it makes . The businessman granted it a heartfelt power after it was repaired . Cheng Yiran wanted to share his unbelievable experience and happiness with his partner . But he saw an instant message when he pulled his phone out of his pocket . Meeting happily, parting merrily . . . His heart turned cold, with his finger pointing at the first contact on his phone . Tap tap . Someone was knocking on the door . Cheng Yiran frowned and kept away the guitar while asking coldly, Who Manager Dai Creak . Looking at the manager who was impolite to him before, Cheng Yiran frowned, I will leave after sorting out my belongings . Don 39 t worry, I won 39 t trash your place . He understood this man clearly . . . although he had only signed one contact with him . Don 39 t say that, I am not going to kick you out . Manager Dai entered into the room and smiled, Cheng, I am very pleased with your performance tonight . Would you like to sign a long term contract with us A long term contract Cheng Yiran frowned . Manager Dai continued, Yes, many customers said that your music was so cool that they would like a second concert . At the same time, He pulled Cheng Yiran 39 s arm to get closer, Some even said they would never come here again without you . Really Cheng Yiran frowned . Of course He patted his shoulder, I am not lying Listen, the audience hasn 39 t left yet . They were shouting 39 Encore 39 since you left the stage . Cheng Yiran smiled inwardly upon hearing the audience was waiting for him . But he felt also terrified of the power from the guitar . He suddenly became lost in his thoughts . Cheng Can you hear me Manager Dai grasped his arms lightly . Cheng Yiran responded, Manager, I need some time to think about it . Manager Dai had rich experience dealing with this situation where the singers didn 39 t give him any face once they became famous, especially when he treated the singers badly before . He had a lot of tricks to cope with these young singers because he had a super powerful boss behind the club . Manager Dai had a high status after working here for many years . . . but for now, he preferred a gentle way rather than intimidation and bribery . F ck . . . the boy was really good He made me, a tone deaf person, attracted to his music Certainly, you should consider it carefully . Manager Dai smiled, But it would be better to make a decision as soon as possible . You know that our club is so popular that every singer wants to play here . I kept this position open, waiting for a suitable person despite the requests from many people with a stronger background . So time is limited, please give me a reply soon, OK Sure, I will respond to you as fast as I can Cheng Yiran nodded and opened the door leaving, I am tired, I will leave from the back door later . Don 39 t forget to give me a reply OK Cheng Yiran could still hear his voice even when the door closed . He calmed down and left from the back door . This situation did not feel real even when the cold winter wind blew into his face . Was it possible that all was a dream . . . and everything would be unchanged upon waking up tomorrow Cheng Yiran stopped by a small stall . No more food here . The stall owner shook his hand to Cheng Yiran, You can go to that convenient store which is opened 24 hours . No . . . Cheng Yiran frowned and stepped forward . He pointed at the bass on the chair, Where did you get this bass from This The man said with a shrug, A man gave me that just now . Do you like it You can take it for five hundred RMB . It should be worth that much . He gave it to you Cheng Yiran grabbed his collar and roared, Why did he give it to you How could he give it to you Sh t Behave yourself The man grasped Cheng Yiran 39 s arm and twisted forcefully, I told you, I, Fish Ball Qiang, was here since you were a baby Release me Cheng Yiran was aching . Fish Ball Qiang pushed him away and frowned, I would cut your arms off if it was years ago . Cheng Yiran didn 39 t dare to get closer with teeth gritting, He . . . did that man say anything to you I forgot . . . Young man, take it easy . Don 39 t be defeated by little things . Fish Ball Qiang yawned while shaking his head and continued to sweep his stall, This is mine . Give me money or just leave . Cheng Yiran sighed without a word . He looked at the bass and turned back, leaving in the opposite direction . . . away from Hong Guan . . . . F ck . . . did he really leave Fish Ball Qiang turned back with a shocked expression, Three hundred . . . two hundred One hundred fifty . . . Sh t, one hundred twenty, it can 39 t be less Sh t . . . this isn 39 t worth money at all . Fish Ball Qiang shook his head and continued his work . Sell it to me if it really is one hundred twenty . Suddenly, Fish Ball Qiang heard a girl 39 s voice . He saw a young man accompanied by a girl here . He might be a rich guy who was in the pursuit of pleasure . . . with a beautiful and unhurried girl . It was a past price . Now it is for three hundred . . . no, five hundred RMB Fish Ball Qiang arched an eyebrow . Say a price and we will accept it without questioning . The young man smiled . Fish Ball Qiang thought for a moment, 39 This guy was requesting a higher price Understood . . . he might want to show his generosity to the girl Poor, idiot man . 39 One thousand RMB The young girl came to him with money and brought the bass away, Keep it well . Fish Ball Qiang shivered . . . He discovered that the girl had blue eyes . 39 Were those contact lenses Or did she come from abroad 39Chapter end
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