At 8:40 p.m., Qin Jian's Yangcheng master class ended successfully.

In the later part, every child who signed up for the stage in advance received Qin Jian's careful guidance, so that in the end, more and more people wanted to sign up for the stage on the spot, but the time and places were limited from the beginning.

After the event, there was also a group photo ceremony.

After the group photo, many parents hoped to let Qin Jian guide their piano children through some private ways, and some parents even offered extremely considerable prices on the spot.

However, the result was naturally no result, and Qin Jian could only say sorry for this.

For a moment, he also thought about whether he could gather these resources and hand them over to his father, but after thinking about it, it was troublesome inside and out, and with his understanding of Qin Gang, the other party would never let him do this.

On the way back, Qin Jian was talking to Qin Gang, who was driving the car, about the exam.

The mobile phone in his hand suddenly straightened.

A message from mobile banking arrived, and Boss Qian called the balance of the masterclass.

Qin Jian looked at the amount of Yile, plus the previous advance payment of 12,000, he earned a total of almost 23,000 in this lecture today.

This can barely be regarded as the first pot of gold that Qin Jian earned by himself, although it was just a quick catch, and the amount was not as exaggerated as other channels, but it was more than four hours of effort.

After Qin Jian told Qin Gang, Qin Gang put the steering wheel and sighed with a smile: "I also calculated it just now, and it is estimated that it is about the same." ”

Qin Gang then asked, "That piano shop boss also made a lot of money this time, right?"

Qin Jian leaned on the co-pilot's seat with a little tiredness and replied, "Can you still make this money?" ”

"The publicity, venue, and advertising of the Chinese New Year are all costs, and two days can make the venue look good, I never thought that so many parents would come with their children before I came today. ”

"Although my performance in my first year of junior high school was quite successful, no one gave me a plan, and it was impossible to have today's popularity. “

"But he's okay, but I'm kind of an ad for his piano shop. ”

Qin Gang nodded in agreement, "Yes." ”

After a moment, he sighed with emotion: "Don't say that the master class is really profitable in our country, no wonder the masters of the world are rushing to China, you have been busy working for two and a half months in the afternoon, and your mother and I have been working for two and a half months combined." ”

"At the end of last year, a Ukrainian violinist came to the cultural center to give a concert, and we don't know what it is, anyway, the education bureau issued a ticket for all the music teachers in the city to watch, and I went to listen to it. ”

Qin Jian smiled, "Who said it wasn't." "After running outside for a year, Qin Jian has heard too many so-called third-rate 'masters'.

"Listen. Qin Gang said, "It's not over yet." ”

"The day after that concert, the foreigner held a master class, do you remember the physical education teacher in your elementary school? ”

"Liu Yuanzi?" Qin Jian said suspiciously.

Qin Gang raised his eyebrows, "You can't call it that." ”

"Okay~" Qin Jian Lima looked like a pretending to be a good boy.

Then, Qin Gang: "Didn't Lao Liu's second girl learn violin, but the next day he led the child to go, and then I heard that he went up to play a paragraph, and the foreigner said a verygood, and he paid 600 yuan. ”

"Hahaha————"

Qin Jian laughed unkindly.

"It's not a**. ”

He really didn't target Liu Yuanzi, although Liu Yuanzi always punished him for running regardless of Qin Gang's feelings when he was a child, but

He scolded individual foreigners, and even more so those who united with foreigners to eat inside and out.

"Actually, think about the difference between this thing and the current domestic examination market. ”

"One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer. ”

"I really don't know what level my child is?"

"How can your children practice at home, they really don't have any points in their hearts?"

"Some foreigners are really bad, and some of them are even worse. ”

Qin Jian seemed to be angry with himself.

At the end, he added, "It's all **." ”

Long.

"Whew. "Look at the Book Pavilion

"Dad, I'm hungry. ”

Qin Jian rarely swears in front of his parents.

Probably today he was a little tired, and he didn't talk too much.

But one thing to say, the feeling of scolding is quite refreshing.

scolding and scolding him was like putting himself into some kind of role, and then wanted to immediately flip the table and compete with those foreigners.

Don't fight for steamed buns, but also fight for breath.

Perhaps this is also due to the innate sensitivity of his artists, and the fact that the youth of the new era has not completely retreated.

However, Qin Gang did not say anything about the *** that kept popping out of his son's mouth.

But when the car was parked downstairs, Qin Gang gave Qin Jian a mouthful.

"Qin Jian, we have some money, we can't earn it with a clear conscience, do you hear?"

"What about foreigners?"

"That's not going to work either. ”

"Hahahaha————"

"What are you laughing at, boy. ”

"Dad, times have changed. ”

Looking at his son's back as he went upstairs, Qin Gang felt that his son's words were only half right.

...

At noon the next day, Qin Jian had just finished his morning work when he received a special phone call.

It is Fang Xiaoyu's father.

After Fang's father explained the intention of the call, Qin Jian was a little surprised, and after eating at noon, he drove to Xiaoyuchuan Restaurant.

...

On the second night of the end of the Yangcheng party, Qin Jian was invited by Fang Xiaoyu and walked into Fang Xiaoyu's special Sichuan restaurant.

He felt that it was time to meet Fang Xiaoyu's parents.

It was also the first time he met Fang Xiaoyu's parents, and it was similar to what he imagined, Fang Xiaoyu had a slightly silent father, a delicious Sichuan cuisine, and a hard-working and capable mother, who kept a small shop exceptionally tidy.

With Shi Yue as his company, the meal was not boring.

Because he drove the car that day, he didn't drink the home-owned aged wine prepared by Fang's father, and later heard Fang Xiaoyu say that it was her father's daughter Hong, and the story of her daughter's red Qin Jian knew that he didn't take it when he left.

However, he didn't take the wine, but he didn't take it less, Fang Xiaoyu's father stuffed Qin Jian's car with a full box.

When the person saw it, ate the food, and took the things, it was also a matter of his heart, and when he left, he also said something that was heartfelt.

"Uncle and aunt, Xiaoyu, this child can have a future in the future, you can rest assured. ”

"In addition, I will definitely be in the country when the school starts this fall, but I have already arranged for the school, you can send her there then, and by the way, let her take you around Yanjing as well. ”

In this regard, Fang Xiaoyu's parents really didn't know what to say to thank Qin Jian, Fang's father only smiled stupidly, and Fang's mother only said that she often came to the house for dinner.

Qin Jian nodded in response at that time, and at the same time told Fang Xiaoyu: "Prepare well for cultural classes, wait for your good news, I wish you a smooth college entrance examination!"

"Don't worry, master!!, you too, I wish you a smooth !!! in Poland."

...

...

Holding the steering wheel, Qin Jian hummed Chopin's prelude in G minor, nodding his head rhythmically.

He pondered Fang Xiaoyu's father's phone number.

The problem of the heart has come to his head again.

"But it's also a good thing. ”

The car turned around the street, and from a distance, Qin Jian saw Fang Xiaoyu's father standing alone on the side of the street, as if waiting.