Brotz walked away, staggering away in his car.

Fu Tiao looked at the envelope in his hand, which didn't have much money, and didn't know what to say for a while.

If it had been a few days ago, he might have been very excited, after all, he didn't have a penny on him, and he shouldn't have much trouble going home if he could get such a small amount of money.

But now, he has almost zlotys on him, and this price makes his heart much less excited, only moving.

The money must not be returned, and although Mr. Brotz lives in a remote and humble place, he is not the kind of person who is short of money.

Otherwise, he would not have stuffed the money from the rental of the house back into Fu Tiao's hands.

If I meet Mr. Brotz next time...... I hope I can return this favor, right?

After all, without any emotional basis, he did take care of him for nearly half a month.

And Brotz always gave him a Danny feeling.

Especially when he was fine, he was pulled to read those Polish words.

He doesn't teach anything particularly difficult, but just teaches some everyday words to facilitate communication, in fact, these simple Polish words are indeed a lot more convenient.

Fu Tune weighed the envelope in his pocket, smiled helplessly, and turned to walk towards the jazz bar.

Before he could push the door open, the heat in the room was already blowing in his face.

The jazz bar that Fu Tune had announced and left was already full of people before Fu Tune came, and they were all waiting for Fu Tune to appear.

The moment he pushed the door open, everyone cheered.

"Dior! Tutor! ”

"Dior! Tutor! ”

"Dior! Tutor! ”

“……”

Incomparable unity, crazy applause.

They were cheering for Fu Tune's appearance.

This was Fu Tune's last in Warsaw.

Fu Tiao looked at the crowd on the edge of the stage, his body couldn't help but stand up, and he threw the suitcase in his hand to the staff on the side.

"Long time no see, good evening!"

"Oh!!"

The cheers rose again, and everyone slapped the table and howled.

Fu Tune walked through the middle of the passage reserved by the crowd and sat down in front of the piano.

The fat black man with the double bass, the white guy playing the saxophone, and the drummer, all three of them nodded at Fu Tune at the same time.

Fu Tiao also looked at the three of them and nodded as well.

His hand lifted slowly, then fell with a thud.

The sound of the piano sounded instantly.

The right hand runs fast in the high register, while the left hand jumps wildly in the bass.

An incredibly exciting opening.

The band members on the side did not hesitate, and followed closely behind Fu Tuo, helping Fu Tuo to pull the band away from the feeling.

The breadth of music is no longer confined to the piano, but has become broader and more spontaneous.

The crowd under the stage cheered instantly, and the mood of the music also drove their passion.

There is no fixed repertoire, and there are no fixed instruments.

After a pause, the trumpet followed, and later, an audience with horns ran to the stage and asked Fu to play a piece with him.

Fu Tiao did not refuse, his fingers kept running on the piano, happily following the crowd to revel.

The music never stops.

For Fu Tuo, music is no longer music, it can even be regarded as a language, the language in which he communicates with everyone.

Everyone vented their emotions for the day in the music, and Fu Tune tightly held their emotions that had not yet fallen, sorted them out, and returned them to them.

It makes everyone feel comfortable.

This also makes them reluctant to leave.

Fu Tiao looked at the people around him, figuring out their emotions, and making the music more in line with their feelings.

The music rushes and never stops.

Perhaps because he was too excited, and because it was Friday, Fu played until six or seven o'clock in the morning, and then everyone dispersed.

The music died down, and the tavern became empty.

Everyone in the band quickly sorted out their things, and after calculating today's dividends, they couldn't help but grin.

Tonight's earnings are enough for them to work normally for half a month.

With a full 4,000 zlotys, even if four people rate it, each person can score almost 1,000.

The average monthly wage in Warsaw is only 2,000 zlo.

And what brought them all this was Fu Tune, who was sitting on the piano bench in a daze.

After everyone gave Fu Diao's dividends to Fu Diao, they went forward in turn, gave Fu Diao a small hug, and gave Fu Diao their blessings.

And Fu Tiao, who smiled equally gently, accepted their blessing.

"Dior! Come on! Hope to see you again this October. ”

The last one, the pianist at the beginning, let go of Fu Tune's shoulders and smiled with difficulty.

He reached out and pinched Fu Tuo's shoulder, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head, turned his head to look at the bar where the people had dispersed, and sighed.

"But, you're making this field so hot, how can I take it?"

"It's okay, come on, practice more, it'll be fine."

"Well, hopefully I can keep the crowd from passing too much, or it feels like the boss is going to kick me out."

Fu Tiao waved his hand and patted him on the back, and the man nodded helplessly, sighed again, and turned to leave.

The bell rang and the man disappeared into the bar.

The bar owner leaned his body against the bar counter and smiled at Fu Tuo's back.

"Dior."

"Huh?"

"You're a qualifier for the Chopin International Piano Competition, aren't you?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"I have a hunch that you can definitely make it to the final."

The boss got up, reached into the counter and touched it, took out a camera, and asked Fu Diao.

"So...... Do you want to take a photo in advance and make a souvenir? Even if you don't succeed in this competition, I believe that you will definitely become a great pianist who will amaze the whole world. ”

Want...... Take pictures?

Fu Tiao looked at the camera and was silent, and after a long time, he raised his head and smiled.

"Okay, but I'd like to be next to Argerich."

"Of course!"

The boss walked up to Fu Tiao's side, handed the camera in his hand to the staff who were still cleaning up, and asked him to help take a picture.

Photographic paper is spat out of the camera, and as time passes, the two gradually emerge from the darkness.

The boss picked up the photo frame that had been prepared a long time ago, framed the photo of the two, put it next to Argerich, turned his head to look at Fu Tuo, grinned slightly, and handed out an envelope.

"No, this is your income tonight, 800 zlotys, but in order to thank you for bringing such a high income to my store, I made up a thousand."

The boss blinked and added, "It's all your request, and it's been replaced with a whole bill!"

Fu Tiao took the envelope and didn't look at it, but smiled at the boss. "Thank you ......"

"No thanks, then, see you in October."

"Well, see you in October."

Fu Tiao nodded, rewrapped his clothes, and dragged his luggage out of the door.

He slowly exhaled a cold breath from his mouth, watching it blend in with the smog of Warsaw, his eyes unwavering.

The qualifiers for the Chopin International Piano Competition have ended, and the next round is the main competition in October.

"Well, Warsaw, goodbye."

"I hope that in October, you can meet a perfect enough me."