Tonight, it was a real home-cooked dish. Apart from a fish and some bacon, there was no other meat on the table. I slap cucumbers, mix them with tomatoes, salted peanuts, and salted broad beans prepared by Bianrui are good dishes for wine.

A jar of decades of aged wine, accompanied by a table of home-cooked tea, the three of them set up a table under the ginkgo tree, and had a slow drink, relaxing and comfortable.

The people above were eating, and the big gray and small flowers were turning back and forth under the table, looking up from time to time, hoping that the people could throw something down. The three people next to the table remembered to throw it under the table. If they were to the rise of their conversation, they completely ignored the longing eyes of the two dogs.

Mr. Wu talked about his new home with great enthusiasm, and Bian Rui and Yan Lan listened with their ears on their backs.

From the old man's words, Bian Rui could feel the old man's turbulent heart, as if this was the harbor of his soul.

The old man has too many things he wants to do for his new home.

Bian Rui can help in many things, but he cannot help openly. It is like the old man expecting to build an old tree in the yard. Just like the old ginkgo tree in Bian Rui's yard, Bian Rui cannot reach out. If he stretched out his hand, Bian Rui might be pulled into the abnormal human research institute to slice it.

"It's very valuable to buy an ancient tree!" Bian Rui said.

When he heard Mr. Wu was about to buy an old tree, Bian Rui sighed and said, the price of a tree depends not only on the tree species but also on the age. If there is an old silver tree from Bian Rui's family on the market, I am afraid that Mr. Wu can only see it. It is not that Bian Rui looked down on the old man, but if he could afford such a tree with his salary, the old man would definitely be a corrupt man and would almost have no chance to run away.

When the ancestor was alive, a boss came to buy this tree. The price was offered by two million more than ten years ago. At that time, two million could buy two or three houses in Mingzhu.

Now if Mr. Wu can afford such an ancient ginkgo tree, it will definitely be appropriate to give him a hat from a corrupt man!

Bian Rui may not be the first to jump out and destroy friends for justice and rush to be a good citizen.

“Can you still afford such a tree?”

Yan Lan also understood that the price of the tree on her head is about, and what are the rich people pursuing now? It is not the type of large-scale thing you can buy, but the kind of thing that you can tell at a glance that is unique and unreplicable. This is a powerful tool to show off.

Just as Wang Fugui, the richest real estate owner, said, young people now have a wrong understanding of luxury goods. Clothes, shoes, etc. are called wealth? What is luxury goods? Luxury hotels, private jets, and luxury yachts are called luxury goods!

The vast majority of people can’t afford it, and they can only be called luxury goods. White-collar workers can buy it even if they grit their teeth. In the eyes of Wang Fugui, it’s just like street stall goods!

Mr. Wu looked up at the big green tree canopy above his head, and sighed and said, "I can't afford it! I can't afford it even if I sell my wife and I!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Bian Rui hatefully: "You said, why are you so lucky? Your house is full of good things!"

Bian Rui spread his hands and said in a helpless tone: "Things are good, I admit this, but you must also admit that these things cannot be turned into money. If you want to make money, it is a one-time transaction. Isn't it the same as nothing?"

Tsk!

"You kid really have this idea?" Mr. Wu was gossiped and put his face close to Bian Rui.

Bian Rui said: "I am also poor, okay?"

He said he had never made the idea of ​​selling things, and Bian Rui was really shameless to say this. Even if he didn't want to sell it, he would ask how much these things are worth. The first thing that was valuable was the guqin, and the lower part was the old ginkgo tree in the yard. The house was actually not worth much, because the house could be pushed to the late Qing Dynasty at most, and it was really not considered an ancient house.

"You boy is still poor? A piano is sold for one million yuan. How do you live a poor life?"

"With your ability, it is true that as long as you don't waste it in this life, you will never be short of money in this life." Yan Lan nodded and responded.

Bian Rui said, "The landlord's family has no surplus food either. Haven't you seen another motorcycle be bought here?"

"Then why do you say that you have gotten hundreds of thousands of dollars from Americans?" said Mr. Wu Guanglong.

Bian Ruiqi said: "You know all this?"

The hundreds of thousands of dollars I got from the Americans were the deposit for the next zither that Bian Rui received from Wen Shizhang. Mr. Fu Qingxu's koto Bian Rui had already handed over the goods a week ago. After taking them back to Mingzhu, Mr. Fu Qingxu couldn't help it and took them out to show off to Wen Shizhang and Yosuke Terashima.

A guqin player gets a good piano, and his mood is like a pervert catches the best prey. He always has to show it to others. Otherwise, how can he gain the envious gaze of others?

That would be a journey in the night, and the pearls are cast in the dark?

As soon as he showed off, he mentioned the good piano material from Bian Rui. Now he designated it as the best material. Now Wen Shizhang couldn't sit still and insisted on finding Bian Rui to have a piano.

Wen Shizhang is endless, but it is not easy to take out a million at once. In addition, Bian Rui's piano has no sign yet, so Wen Shizhang only gave half of the deposit. Bian Rui has just picked up satisfactory materials these days and is ready to start making them.

It’s not that Yosuke Terashima is reluctant to let go of money, but Bian Rui doesn’t want to collect his money, because after Bian Rui collects other people’s money, he must focus on doing it. Bian Rui has this personality. If he gives money, he must do things well. The so-called collecting money and eliminating disasters does not exist. He is not the king of Blizzard.

If you don’t charge Yosuke Terashima, Bian Rui can make it slowly. This year, Bian Rui only plans to publish one bed in Fu Shizhang. As for when the next bed will be prepared next year, let Yosuke Terashima be the first to choose. If you are satisfied, pay for it. If you are not satisfied, wait.

You can't sell things without limit, that's too cheap. You have to sell them in order to buy them. One hundred pianos make one million, and one million pianos make one million. Even a fool knows how to choose.

For Bian Rui, making a zither should be just a part of life, and should not be the whole of life!

Mr. Wu Guanglong smiled and said, "I have the source of the news!"

Bian Rui curled his lips after hearing this: "Was Old Man Fu Qingxu said that?"

"Don't worry!" Mr. Wu Guanglong refused to admit it.

"I know it's him, at such an old age, I don't have a door-to-door hand?" Bian Rui said with a smile.

Bian Rui was not really angry. In fact, not only was he not angry, but he also had some good feelings for old man Fu Qingxu, because he was advertising for Bian Rui for free. With his status in the playing field, he said that the zither made by Bian Rui was good, and that it was a bit exaggerated to make Bian Rui famous in the guqin world overnight, but it was not without reason.

If you are accompanied by Wen Shizhang and Yosuke Terashima, it will take one or two years later, or half a year later. Bian Rui is definitely a first-class gust-making master in China. Maybe in a few years, you can add the name of Bian after Nan Chen and Bei Zuo.

"Look at your displeasure!"

Wu Guanglong can't tell that Bian Rui's mouth is inconsistent.

Yan Lan opened her mouth and said, "Since that's the case, how about you play a song for us?"

"Now?" Bian Rui asked.

Yan Lan nodded and said, "Now!"

Bian Rui shook his head: "Not now. The wine has not been over for three rounds. It is really not a good time to play the piano. Wait a while, after everyone has a good drink, I will give you a song to cheer you up!"

Mr. Wu Guanglong laughed and said, "You are just a kid who is wandering around!"

Bian Rui said seriously: "The two of you are my friends, so I will play the piano for you. I have to play the piano for you. One is to make friends. If you are my friends, even if you are a friend, I am willing to play the piano with you. The other is to play the piano with the piano. Everyone is a master of piano, so it is natural to be happy to play the piano with the piano. In addition, even if you place a golden mountain in front of me, I will not be able to play it. I am not short of money. In my opinion, it is a matter of exchanging the qin and enjoying people for money to buy wine, but it is not elegant to use the qin and enjoy people to make a living. In ancient times, the singer of the brothel Chuguan..."

"How many masters have you scolded me today?" Wu Guanglong said.

Bian Rui laughed and said, "So what if you scold me?"

"Are you going to show the style of a madman in the Wei and Jin Dynasties?" Wu Guanglong said with a smile.

"I'm just afraid of trouble!" Bian Rui smiled again.

Mr. Wu Guanglong laughed, picked up the wine in his hand and touched Bian Rui gently: "You are so cunning!"

"I'm fine!" Bian Rui and the master touched for a while.

Yan Lan was confused by the two of them and was sure what they were saying, but she understood every sentence. When she put it together, Yan Lan didn't know what they were saying.

"What are you doing? I don't understand what you said at all!" Yan Lan said.

Wu Guanglong glanced at Bian Rui and saw Bian Rui smiling and saying nothing, he knew that Bian Rui was not guarding against Yan Lan, so he opened his mouth and said.

"This kid is afraid of trouble, and is afraid that others will ask him to play the piano. Most people will refuse, but some people will be in trouble, so he lets things go first. If someone forces him, then he will have room for anything..." Mr. Wu Guanglong said.

Now in a legal society, it is unlikely to force a master-level figure. As long as you don’t do it yourself and don’t go to other people’s side, what are the powerful and powerful persecuting you?

Bian Rui didn’t want to please the rich and powerful, so he just made this clear first. If you want to listen to me playing the piano, there are only two possibilities. One is that you must be my friend, or you must be a master of piano!

Now this sentence sounds like Bian Rui is too arrogant, but Wu Guanglong knows Fu Qingxu's evaluation of Bian Rui. Except for being younger, Qin Yi is not too arrogant to say this.

Yan Lan looked at Bian Rui and asked, "Your piano skills are really as high as you do?"

"High is not considered high, the top five in the world!" Bian Rui stretched out a slap: "If you talk about ancient songs, someone Bian is unparalleled in the world!"

With Bian Rui's body, he stood upright like a javelin. The slender and erect Bian Rui was like a long spear. The arrogant aura actually made Yan Lan's heart tremble.

"Brave!" Yan Lan smiled.

"Let's hear it later and talk about whether to brag or not!" Bian Rui laughed out loud!
Chapter completed!