Xiao Zhang looked at Bai Yan’s expression, blinked, and asked cautiously: "How about... I lend you some money?" To be fair
, with Bai Yan’s appearance and temperament, he should sleep in the third A big bed of 100 square meters, and twenty servants to help him get dressed every day.
Bai Yan glanced at him and smiled: "No need."
He scanned the music score on the cover of Qiao Yang's computer, turned to ask Xiao Zhang: "Is there a music restaurant nearby?"
Xiao Zhang was stunned for a moment: "It's next door. There is a piano tea restaurant in Liang Street... Do you want to play the piano? There are dedicated piano players there..." "
No." Bai Yan shook his cell phone and chuckled, "Selling music scores."
...
Because Bai Yan had just completed the formalities today and had no classes arranged. Xiao Zhang was curious about what music sheet Bai Yan had to sell, so he drove him to the West Asian Tea Restaurant.
The West Asia Tea Restaurant has a three-story circular design. There is a piano on the lifting platform in the middle, and a piano player is specially hired to play soothing and melodious piano music.
After Bai Yan entered the door, he didn't rush up to look for anyone. He sat down and listened patiently to a song.
As an Omega from a wealthy and aristocratic family, Bai Yan studied various classical music, paintings and other artistic works since childhood. In the world where he lived, Alpha also followed the trend of Omegas pursuing tranquility and elegance.
Although Bai Yan hated this shackles, in order to break free from it, the first thing he did was conquer it. Therefore, Bai Yan spent a lot of energy and time on music and was always the best in the course.
It's just that it's a different world after all, and Bai Yan doesn't know if the rules of music here are completely consistent with the world he lives in.
After listening to this piece of music, Bai Yan had an idea in his mind and called the waiter: "Can we invite the piano player to come?"
The piano player didn't look too young, and his temples were slightly gray, but he was dressed very well. He was steady, walked gracefully, and spoke politely: "Hello, sir, what do you want from me?"
Bai Yan smiled slightly and opened the screen on his phone: "I want to sell it to you. Sheet music."
The piano player was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that the boy who looked like he had just grown up in front of him would say such a thing. He frowned and said, "Please don't joke with me."
"Let's take a look first."
The piano player paused. After a pause, he reluctantly took the phone and looked at the music score inside carefully. At first, he looked vaguely dissatisfied, but then he became more and more serious, standing aside and completely forgetting the existence of the people around him.
Bai Yan used his brain to convert the music scores of his world into a language that this world can read - fortunately, the scales, tones and other elements of the two worlds are basically the same, with only different symbols, saving Bai Yan the trouble of making special adjustments.
After a while, the piano player raised his head, looking a little confused: "How come there is such a music score... Can this, can this be played?" The
tone switching style of this music score is inconsistent with the piano genres he knows. Different from the delicacy of the German-Austrian style and the explosiveness of the Russian style, the connection between the slow and allegro of this piece is very strange and full of quiet movement. He had never heard of this style, but it had a fatal attraction to it.
Bai Yan thought for a while, then gently pressed his left hand against the shell of his ear: "I'll demonstrate it again."
The piano player frowned and looked at Bai Yan, his eyes showing suspicion.
According to his experience, this piece of music is not easy to perform. Can this boy, at such a young age, master such a weird style? As for whether the music score was written by Bai Yan, the piano player didn't have any trust at all.
Although the music score itself has a strange style, the creator obviously has a deep understanding of music theory and cannot be such a young child.
Bai Yan saw the contempt hidden in the piano player's eyes and smiled slightly without explaining.
The piano player led him to the piano. Bai Yan sat down and briefly tried the piano's operation.
There are instruments in his world that are similar to pianos, but slightly different in subtle ways. In the short time he had just walked over, Zhinao had already introduced him to the instructions for using the piano in his mind.
Bai Yan tried a few keys and nodded.
Seeing that his movements were unfamiliar, the piano player frowned even more tightly and handed Bai Yan the phone with the music scores on it.
Bai Yan shook his head: "No need."
He wrote this score himself to cope with the classical music class, and every scale and tune is firmly engraved in his heart.
A pair of slender white hands were placed on the piano keys. Bai Yan thought for a moment and then dropped his fingers.
The melody like spring water sounded slowly.
The guests who were dining were a little confused and looked up at the piano performance area in the center:
"Hey, the piano player has been changed this time?"
"The young man looks quite young."
"Wow, so handsome!"
When the performance started , the stage, which could only accommodate one person and one piano, began to slowly rotate and rise. Bai Yan's handsome face, elegant movements, and the faint smile that always hung at the corner of his mouth quickly attracted the attention of the guests.
However, they soon became immersed in the piano music.
The tone of the clear spring at the beginning gradually became lower, leading people's emotions to gradually move away. They did not go to the sea, but seemed to have entered a vaster starry sky; every syllable was like a star, surrounding the tea restaurant, making everyone Immerse yourself in a dark, mysterious and infinite void.
The knives and forks in almost everyone's hands stopped, and they all stared blankly.
The piano player could hardly hold the cell phone in his hand, his mouth opened blankly, and his other hand unconsciously lit the air in accordance with the rhythm.
After just one song, the stage slowly came down, and the surrounding guests burst into warm applause as if they were waking up from a dream.
A few customers called the waiter to ask for the name of the handsome guy who just played the piano; there were also a few young girls who were fascinated by the music and started recording on their mobile phones and were watching it on their phones to reminisce.
Bai Yan stood up, bent down gracefully, jumped off the stage, and looked at the piano player.
The piano player watched Bai Yan come down and stepped forward excitedly. Now he has no doubt whether this score is Bai Yan's original creation. Only the original author can interpret the feeling of the score itself.
Bai Yan held on to the railing on the side, took a breath, and calmed his slightly accelerated heartbeat.
He is actually still in estrus, and his body will experience a wave of hot flashes from time to time. Fortunately, he didn't break out when he was playing the piano just now.
The piano player asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"Nothing." Bai Yan used his willpower to suppress the soreness of his body and showed concern for his business, "Do you want to buy it?"
"Buy!" The piano player took out his mobile phone without hesitation. , "How much are you asking for?"
"You bid." Bai Yan now has no ID card or bank account, so he keeps things simple. He glanced at Xiao Zhang beside him and said, "Give him the money."
Xiao Zhang just changed from the piano music just now . I woke up from the shock, was stunned for a moment to react, and quickly took out my mobile phone and posted the payment code.
The piano player looked at Bai Yan in surprise, but he didn't expect Bai Yan to be so casual.
Xiao Zhang looked at the numbers behind the payment amount and stuttered in shock: "Didn't there be a few more zeros?" "
No, it's worth it!" The piano player's face was filled with light, and every wrinkle was filled with joy. Excited and enthusiastic, "What is the name of this piece?"
This is Bai Yanjiao's piano homework, and the name is naturally chosen casually: ""Etude No. 7"."
There was a blank look on the player's face. He didn't expect the name to be so casual - he thought it should be at least something like "Starry Sky Etude".
He was full of enthusiasm for Bai Yan: "Can you leave your contact information?"
Bai Yan didn't have any contact information, so he politely refused.
The piano player was very disappointed, but he did not force it. He could only transfer the music score to his mobile phone regretfully, and pondered over it while holding the mobile phone.
They were rich, so Bai Yan simply sat down in this tea restaurant and ordered food.
He had not eaten any water or rice since last night and had been "fighting" all night, so he was already hungry. Omegas have high stamina and consume less energy, but they still get hungry when they are hungry.
After choosing the most expensive items and ordering them, Bai Yan slowly cut the foie gras open with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth, nodding with satisfaction.
Yes, the food culture of this world seems to be a little better than his world.
He began to like the world.
Xiao Zhang felt sorry for money. Even though Bai Yan was inviting guests, he still only ordered an ordinary personal meal. He looked at Bai Yan with bright eyes and couldn't hold back his words: "Bai Yan, so you are so good at playing the piano? Did you learn it since childhood? Really? Who made that piano music? There won’t be any copyright issues if it’s sold like this, right? Hey, you look like you have a fever. How about I buy you some cold medicine?” Bai
Yan took a sip of the drink and looked at it. It fell on the two wooden sticks in Xiao Zhang's hand: "What are these?"
Xiao Zhang was stunned for a moment and followed Bai Yan: "These are chopsticks. Have you never used them abroad?"
Born "abroad" Bai Yan had never seen this kind of tableware before and shook his head: "No."
This kind of tableware seemed to require a lot of skill to operate. He couldn't figure out why someone would exercise their hand movements when eating.
"It's rare for foreigners who come to China now to have never used chopsticks... But no one teaches you how to use chopsticks, so who teaches you Chinese?" "
...Teach yourself."
When they finished their meal and paid, the waiter informed them The bill has been settled by the fiddler.
Xiao Zhang, who saved Bai Yan a meal, was very happy and muttered several words about "being taken advantage of". After going out, he looked back at the West Asia Tea Restaurant and muttered, "That piano player looks a bit familiar..."
...
The piano player got the new score, so he simply ignored what was going on in the restaurant and went to the rest area backstage, recalling the tune he just listened to and pondering the details of this strange-style score.
Just after taking a few glances, I received a call on my phone.
The violinist was interrupted and answered unhappily: "Who is it?"
"Uncle, it's me." A steady voice came from the other side of the phone, "Have you reached the sea?"
Hearing that it was his nephew, the violinist said Slowly: "We're here, what's wrong?"
"I'll have someone pick you up."
When the piano player arrived at the mermaid room of Carls Hotel, he happened to see two young people standing at the door. One was Jiang Zhan's half-brother Jiang Du, and the other one he didn't recognize, but it looked familiar, so the piano player took a second look.
Jiang Du's eyes lit up when he saw the piano player, and he came up to say hello: "Teacher Shi, hello, are you here to see my brother?"
Shi Boxhang didn't have a good look at the notorious Fourth Young Master Jiang: "Yes."
Jiang Du But he was very enthusiastic towards Shi Boshang and sent Shi Boshang all the way through the door before standing back to his original position.
The young man next to him looked at Jiang Du's uncharacteristic enthusiasm with curiosity and asked in a low voice: "Four Young Masters, who is this?"
"This is my brother's uncle, the famous pianist Shi Boxhang." Jiang Du said casually, "Huangxing's party Ask him to play at the
meeting." When Shi Boshang entered the door, he saw Jiang Zhan throwing the materials in his hand on the coffee table, and said calmly to Secretary Fang beside him: "Let them go back."
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhan turned around to look. When he arrived at Shi Boxhang, he stood up and said, "It's nothing. Why did it take so long, uncle?"
Looking at his uncle sitting on the sofa, Jiang Zhan quietly picked a seat a little further away and sat down, frowning slightly.
——Why did your uncle start using vanilla perfume?
Shi Boshang knew that his nephew had serious mysophobia, so he didn't take it seriously: "It's a good delay. The harvest this time is not small. I got a wonderful piece of music and met a very talented young man. It's a pity that I didn't get his contact information." ."
Jiang Zhan was a little surprised to hear such high praise from his uncle rarely. He knew that his uncle had been stuck in a bottleneck period in the past two years, and he was looking for opportunities to break through the current constraints. He would often go into public life to find musical inspiration, and sometimes he would find a few talented music wizards.
"Is it helpful to uncle?"
"Yes!" Shi Boshang has been famous for a long time, and his vision is naturally very vicious. "This music score is actually similar to showing off skills, and it does not have much emotion from the creator; but its style It is different from several piano music genres today. It seems to have opened up another musical path - this value is huge!"
Jiang Zhan didn't understand what he heard. He saw his uncle dancing with excitement and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle. I have already booked a room in Kars. Uncle can stay here and study slowly."
Shi Boshang nodded, thought for a moment and added: "Don't let anyone disturb me these days. I want to Practice music."
"Okay."
Shi Boshang showed off the treasures he had dug up with his nephew. Just as he was about to stand up, he noticed a green-covered book on the coffee table. He was stunned for a moment, almost not believing himself. Eyes: ""Adolescent Sex Education Handbook"? Why are you looking at this?"
Jiang Zhan: "..."
His expression remained unchanged and he said slowly, "Equation."
Shi Boshang glanced at Secretary Fang in surprise.
"..." Secretary Fang swallowed his anger, "Yes, mine."
"You can't tell." Shi Boshang touched the back of his hand, a little confused, "There are still people at your age who don't know basic physiological knowledge?"
Secretary Fang You're already in your third year of high school and you're just starting to read this kind of educational book?
"..."
Secretary Fang quickly asked the person away to prevent Mr. Jiang from freezing to death.
After sending Shi Boshang away, Secretary Fang came back and brought back Jiang Zhan's family doctor.
"Judging from the test report, Mr. Jiang's physical condition is normal."
Jiang Zhan stroked his neck with his fingers and remained silent.
"There are traces of electric shock on the back of Mr. Jiang's neck, but there is no damage to the body." Dr. Xu turned to a page and reported, "Is Mr. Jiang using any electrotherapy device recently?"
Jiang Zhan paused and put his fingers down: "Others What about it?"
"What's wrong with Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Zhan crossed his hands and said in a calm tone: "Sexually transmitted diseases."
Dr. Xu choked and said, "Huh?"
He has been Jiang Zhan's family doctor for many years. He is very aware of the extent of Jiang Zhan's mysophobia.
Any other human being may be a carrier of germs and odors in Jiang Zhan's eyes, and should not appear within one meter of him unless necessary.
The man who is farthest from sexually transmitted diseases in the world may be the president of Xinghai Group in front of him.
What is going on now? Did Mr. Jiang get bitten while walking on the road?
Meeting Jiang Zhan's gaze, Dr. Xu quickly picked up his professionalism: "The blood test results are not abnormal, Mr. Jiang, don't worry."
Jiang Zhan paused and nodded: "I understand."
He suddenly coughed slightly, a subtle expression flashed across his face, and then changed to his normal indifference: "Is there a problem with having sex too many times in one night?"
Dr. Xu: "..."
Oh my god, I'm pure and pure. Is Mr. Jiang really down to earth?
"Well, it's okay to indulge occasionally, just don't overdo it." Dr. Xu tried his best to keep a professional smile, "If Mr. Jiang is worried, I have a health product here, and the fourth young master bought a lot of it before..."
When it comes to the sales process, Jiang Zhan quickly turned into a cold mode: "No need."
Dr. Xu was very sorry - most of the powerful people were very willing to spend money on maintenance, but this Mr. Jiang was in good health, never drank or indulged in sex, and hardly made any money for him. An opportunity for extra money...
After sending Dr. Xu away, Secretary Fang asked: "Four Young Masters and Pei Shen..."
Jiang Zhan remembered the strong vanilla smell that could not be dispelled from the room before, and the pungent roses on the little star he had just seen. The smell of perfume suddenly made him frown in disgust: "It's not him." "
The hotel surveillance has been called in, showing that the man left Mr. Jiang's room and disappeared after leaving the hotel." Secretary Fang reported, "Four Young Masters said he did not Arrange extra people."
Jiang Zhan was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "No need to check."
The man wanted to climb into bed, but he didn't get any benefits. He would definitely come to him again later, so he just waited.
He wanted to see who was so brave, dared to use drugs on him, slept with him for one night, and even stunned him directly!
Jiang Zhan closed his laptop and put the USB flash drive into his pocket as a habit, but his fingers touched something hard.
That dark blue earring.
He found this earring next to his pillow after waking up in the morning. It was obviously left behind intentionally by the daring young man.
"Equation, if someone gives you earrings, what does it mean?" Jiang Zhan suddenly asked.
Secretary Fang was startled for a moment, and then thought for a moment before replying: "According to convention, when a girl gives a boy earrings, it usually means to express that she likes you and is keeping an eye on you."
Jiang Zhan frowned slightly.
--like?
He didn't believe that the person who drugged him and stunned him liked him.
Thinking about what happened last night, Jiang Zhan couldn't help but recall his feelings at that time.
The boy's eyes looked very pure, but his movements were without hesitation. He pulled his clothes quickly and urgently, as if sleeping with him was a life-saving matter; his skin was very white, and his beautiful neck looked like a white when he raised it. The swan also had a bright red mole on the back of his neck, which was so captivating that he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her over and over again.
...and then was stunned without any precautions.
He is really impatient, self-destructive, throws himself into others' arms, and has no shame!
Jiang Zhan bombarded people's hearts, but still maintained an indifferent expression on his face. He picked up the doctor's full body test report and once again confirmed that there was no problem with his neck due to the electric shock, nor was he infected with anything dirty. I was sick, so I put the report aside and returned my attention to my work.
Secretary Fang coughed and hinted: "Mr. Jiang, the Fourth Young Master may know more about this matter, why don't you ask him? The Fourth Young Master is still at the door."
Following Jiang Zhan for so many years, Secretary Fang knows how many people surround their CEO. Clean, so clean that it's almost simple.
Thinking of Jiang Zhan's shocking mysophobia, Secretary Fang suspected that Jiang Zhan might not have even watched the short film.
Although it was a bit excessive to be as affectionate as Jiang Du, but simply like this, Secretary Fang was really worried that Jiang Zhan would be deceived one day, and even more worried that Mr. Jiang would spend his whole life alone in a sterile room.
Jiang Zhan didn't even raise his head and said simply, "He can just stand if he wants to."
Secretary Fang closed his mouth and felt a pity in his heart.
It seems that there is no point in showing pity to Mr. Jiang this time.
But yes, if Mr. Jiang hadn't found out in time that Huangxing's accounts were in such a big mess, Huangxing might have been sealed up by now.
This time Mr. Jiang came to Haishi specially to deal with the mess made by Fourth Young Master Jiang.
When the matter is settled, Fourth Young Master Jiang, the chairman of Huangxing, may no longer be able to hold his position.