Otherworldly Merchant

“Okay, I agree!” Before I finished, Sun Shiqi promised happily.

Although the wedding was a fake play, she was still an unmarried girl, and suddenly performing a 'wedding' with a stranger in front of a neighboring colleague was a bit difficult for her. I thought it would take a lot of work to impress her. I didn't expect her to say yes so quickly. Even Sun Changshun and his wife were surprised.

“You were supposed to cure me and my mother's weird illness. What else can I say? Moreover, as descendants of Mrs. Mek, it is incumbent upon Tchaikovsky to leave without regret. I totally agree with the plan, everything is up to you!” Sun Shiqi explained.

I had no idea this little girl was so enlightened!

“I thank you for Tchaikovsky first!” I bowed very solemnly to Sun Shiqi and turned to Sun and his wife: “Uncle, Auntie, you have a wonderful daughter! I'll set it up. I'll see you later.” I put the carving board away from the table and hurried out.

As soon as I left, I called Li Mazi.

My phone had sunk to the bottom of the river with the icebreaker, and I bought a new card and phone in town. I was going to contact him when I was resting, but now I'm going to hold a concert, and I don't have much money left on my spare bank card, so I have to ask him for help.

As soon as Li Mazi heard it was me, he shouted, "Brother Zhang Jia, where have you been all these days? If I can't reach you again, I'm going to make you a crown grave! ”

“I followed Master Six to the northeast to do some big things.” Usurijiang was a very dangerous business, of course I didn't want to tell Li Mazi, just a small handwriting, then said: “I'll be back in a few days, how is home? Everything all right? ”

“There's nothing wrong with that, but if you're not here these past few days, I can't do it, so I have to keep it down. ”

“Oh, I'll talk to you when I get back. Call me 5 million first. I need it urgently. The card number is...”

Although Li Mazi loved money as much as he wanted, he was a stingy iron cock, but he never picked on me. Especially when I had something serious to do.

He didn't even ask, he just called the money.

I left Little Hutong and headed straight to that little bar I used to go to.

Early in the morning, the bar was still open, but I knew the fat couple lived here, so I walked up and knocked on the door desperately.

“Who is it? This early in the morning.” The fat boss yelled and opened the door. At first sight, it was me, and he said angrily: “Didn't you just come two days ago? This is what happened so quickly. You mixed up all my dreams. ”

After that, he walked forward in arrears.

“Brother, I'm not here to drink today.” I didn't go in the house and open the door to see the mountain lane.

“Not drinking? Then what door did you knock on in the morning?” The fat boss asked angrily.

“I'd like to invite you to organize an exclusive concert and to celebrate someone at the same time. ”

“What do you mean?” The fat boss didn't get it.

“Let me put it this way, I'm going to give you half a million dollars to bring in all the music lovers in town, and I'm going to have a concert in Tchaikovsky, and I'm going to celebrate this great melody master. ”

“Concert?” Fat Boss finally understood: “It's fresh, Blackstone has never done this before. When are you going to do it? ”

“The sooner the better! I have no acquaintance here, but you can help me with this.” I was very sincere.

“Yes, I'll handle it for you.” I don't know if it's in the face of money, or if this fat boss really treats me like a friend, or if he's interested in having a concert, anyway, he's very happy to say yes.

He let me in and took out two bottles of wine, let me drink first, then pulled out my phone and kept dialing.

Don't tell me this guy is really good. At least he's got plenty of connections in this town. He won't be sure to tell me later: "Yes! ”

Three days later, the town hall seat, which accommodates more than a thousand people, was filled with people even standing in the aisle, and many more squeezed by the doors and windows to look inside.

The colour belt floats around the stage in front of you, and the blossoms are stunning, and the outfit is even more exciting than New Year's Eve.

The inhabitants of the town have always had a passion for music. Almost everyone is a music enthusiast. Everyone is dressed in tuxedos and looking at each other as if they were both solemn and happy. And, of course, a little curiosity.

The show officially began after the fat boss with a loud voice made an unsuccessful opening statement.

Piano, size violin, accordion, saxophone… solo or resonant.

At my request, all performances are by Tchaikovsky.

The love of music among the residents of the town is far beyond my imagination. So many people, and the vast majority of them ordinary little workers, even children, could not hear a single noise and gave each performer a very warm applause.

If the performer's level is ignored for the time being and the environment is good and bad, the quality of the audience alone is no worse than that of the gentlemen and nobles in the Vienna Hall of Music!

The last show was Sun Shiqi.

Wearing a snow-white high-profile skirt, she smiled and saluted the audience, playing a song called "The June Boat Song".

The music was like a clear stream of water, slowly flowing, jumping, jumping into everyone's heart.

The audience under the stage held their breath independently and were deeply afraid to influence this wonderful voice.

As the last note landed, I slowly walked onto the stage.

I was dressed in a black tuxedo with a pencil and a beard and wig, dressed like Tchaikovsky.

“Hello, I'm Peter Irich Tchaikovsky. I am very happy to see that everyone loves my music so much, but today I want to tell a sad story...”

Sun Shiqi played the "Sorrow Symphony" by playing the strings of the violin.

I tell the story of Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Mek again with a low, slow voice. Of course, he deliberately hid the link between his suicide and his ghost.

With so much sad music and so many exciting stories, the corners of many people underneath the stage were wet.

When I talk about the end, when two people die of poison and another end dies of depression, there is no applause, no cheer, but a slaughter, and there is a lot of sobbing in between.