"I'm sorry to ask, I know this is a bit unruly. It's just Mr. Chu Yang. We have never handled such a large amount of private remittances, so I want to know more about the source of the 550,000 yuan remittances." Lin Feng asked at the young man who was a few years younger than him, trying to make himself look unsurprised.

The post office’s remittance business has not been handled with a larger amount than this amount, but it is generally a business from the public to the public. The daily deposit and withdrawal limit for company accounts is very high, and it is generally very common for a single transaction of millions of dollars.

However, Lin Feng has been a postman for so many years and has never seen him before!

When an individual remittance is made through a remittance order, the maximum amount for a single transaction is 50,000. When he received these eleven remittance orders that were all early this morning, especially when he saw clearly that the recipient was the same person, he felt a little strange. In theory, with such a large amount of transactions, why not use wire transfers and so much trouble using the remittance order?

In fact, this is also Xie Wenzheng's helplessness. When Chu Yang contacted him, he only left his mailing address and phone number. Seeing that it was the end of the month, Xie Wenzheng's "Huayin" series of flutes sold in this month were sold. In addition to being almost digested by Tan Yanjian and his students, due to Tan Yanjian's publicity, many famous artists and senior flute friends in the circle also came to order this kind of flutes. So although Chu Yang would supply him a batch of goods every week, the Huayin series of flutes was still in short supply!

Because of this, at the end of the month, Xie Wenzheng wanted to send the money to Chu Yang quickly and continue to make a deposit for the next month's flute. If it weren't for some things at hand that had been entangled with his itinerary, Xie Wenzheng would have wanted to come over and discuss the next step with Chu Yang alone.

It happened that Chu Yang's phone ran out of power again in those days. It sounds a bit strange to Chu Yang. Although he bought a mobile phone, Chu Yang did not seem to have a good habit of using the mobile phone. After the first time he called the mobile phone, he often forgot to charge it. He only occasionally remembered to charge it once, and after a few days of use, he threw it in his pocket again.

Since he couldn't contact Chu Yang, Xie Wenzheng had no choice but to adopt this primitive method to send Chu Yang the payment for the goods.

Eleven green remittance slips are placed together, which is quite visually impactful. This is a remittance slip of 50,000 yuan per remittance slip!

Hearing the postman's words, Chu Yang had to explain to him a few words, telling him that because his store has not opened a company account for the time being, the customer can only use this method to make payments. After explaining clearly, the postman completed the procedures with Chu Yang and gave him eleven remittances in one piece.

Before leaving, he looked at Chu Yang with emotion, and the small shop behind him, thinking that he really couldn't see that such a dilapidated store had such a large turnover, but the boss of this store was too stingy. Why didn't he decorate the store with such a good business?

After seeing off the salesperson, Chu Yang turned around and realized that the family of three had surrounded him, including his father.

"Yangzi, what's going on with you? Why are you so much money? Tell me the truth, are you doing something illegal?" Chu Guochang asked in a trembling voice as he looked at the stack of remittance slips in Chu Yang's hand.

Just now when my son was looking through the stack of remittance orders, he had already seen clearly. Eleven pictures, eleven pictures! Each one was 50,000, and the sum was 550,000! Such a large sum of money, even if he bought his small shop, it would be more than enough!

Chu Guochang has been cautious all his life. He really felt a bit like a disaster for this money of unknown origin!

"Didn't I tell the postman just now? This is the payment for the goods in our store. Just the way it is, Dad, don't worry." Chu Yang said with a smile.

"Payment? What kind of payment?" Chu Guochang was a little confused.

"The money for selling flutes." Seeing that Chu Yang had seen it, he stopped hiding it. Anyway, they would know about this matter sooner or later, and it just happened to take this opportunity to explain it to them clearly.

"Dad, do you remember the 10,000 yuan you got from me last time my mother was sick?" Chu Yang asked Chu Guochang.

"Remember, there are more than 3,000 left now." Chu Guochang said hurriedly.

"Dad, do you know how many flutes I bought to earn this ten thousand yuan?" Chu Yang asked.

"How many? I don't know how much flutes in the store cost, more than two hundred?" Chu Guochang asked tentatively.

"One!" Chu Yang raised his fingers at his father and said proudly.

"What? You said one? One flute is sold for 10,000 yuan? You~~Aren't you cheating people?" Chu Guochang was anxious when he heard his son's words. He was honest all his life and never had a cheating business!

"Stop, stop! Stop, dad! Don't think about it carefully. Even if your son wants to cheat people, that person is so good? My flute is expensive, so it makes sense to be expensive!" Chu Yang said, turning around and opening the locked cabinet in the store, and carrying out more than a dozen flutes that had not been sent to Xie Wenzheng.

"What are you doing for locking the flute? It's not worth it." Seeing that his son actually locked the flute in the cabinet that he had not used for a long time, Chu Guochang asked strangely. His son's performance today really surprised him and he didn't understand what was going on.

"Isn't it worth it?" Chu Yang said with a smile, then put more than a dozen flutes in front of Chu Guochang, opened one casually and said, "Dad, do you know how much I buy this flute?"

Chu Guochang took the flute from his son and looked at it. It was made of bamboo materials from the bamboo forest he contracted. The handmade ones were similar to his own. In the store, this kind of flute was only a piece of fifteen yuan per piece. After all, it was just a flute, and it was made of cheap plastic flute heads.

"How much does it cost?" Chu Guochang asked as he looked at his son.

"Two thousand two thousand, Director Xie Wenzheng of Guanyun Musical Instrument Factory purchased about fifty to one hundred pieces per week at this price, and paid monthly. This money is the first month's payment." Chu Yang shook the stack of remittance orders in his hand and said.

"Two thousand two, one?" Chu Guochang murmured and repeated his son's words, looking at the flute in his hand in incredible ways.

Yang Ru was also stunned and didn't understand how her son could sell flutes so expensive!

"You're not~~" Chu Guochang looked up at his son. He was about to say something, but his son interrupted him.

"It's a cheating person, right? Dad, Xie Wenzheng, you should know. Do you think, with his shrewdness, can I cheat him?" Chu Yang looked at his father and asked.

This question woke Chu Guochang up. Yes, who is Xie Wenzheng? He has never seen a flute in a large musical instrument factory with assets of over 100 million yuan. I want to fool him on a musical instrument like flute. It is estimated that the chance of winning 5 million yuan is lower!

"What the hell is going on?" Chu Guochang looked at his son and asked directly.

"Dad, why don't you try to play it? See if my son makes this flute, is it worth it?" Chu Yang reminded him with a smile.

"Try playing it? Do you still have to try this flute?" Chu Guochang muttered and looked at the flute in his hand. He has been making flutes for half his life. He can make more than 30 flutes of this quality a day. How can he try it?

However, he subconsciously put the flute to his mouth and blew it.

The flute film has just been put on for a while, so there is basically no need to adjust it. When Chu Guochang just blew this D-tuning flute, he was stunned!

Is this a flute made in his store?

This is the flute made by his son who never likes to make flutes?

Chu Guochang has been making flutes for half his life. People say that the masters who can make flutes are half a flute master, and Chu Guochang is no exception. Most of the famous bamboo flute songs, Chu Guochang will have two sections. Now he uses this D-tuning flute to play it, which is Madi's famous flute song "The Spirit of the Sage".

The light flute sound is like silky threads, and the sensitive pronunciation is easily obtained without even how he adjusts the corners of his lips. Moreover, the tone is so moist and spiritual, and the smell of bamboo unconsciously seeps out of every note. The beauty of naturalness is really intoxicating!

Chu Guochang played the song "The Spirit of Driving the Lives" so vividly!

As a flutemaker, every time I play the flute, I rarely play the song in one breath. After all, I feel annoyed to touch the flute every day, and there is no newness. But at this moment, the flute in my hand brings Chu Guochang a feeling of being unwilling to let go!

Bao flute! This is definitely a Bao flute!

After playing the song "The Spirit of Driving the Lives", Chu Guochang looked at the flute in his hand, his face full of excitement!

Wait, what did the son say? Each of his flutes will be sold for 2,200 yuan? Wouldn't that mean it?

Chu Guochang looked at the remaining dozen flutes, and his expression of joy gradually turned into shock!

Putting down the D-tuning flute in his hand, Chu Guochang picked up an A-tuning bangdi and played his best song "Raise the whip and urge the horse to transport grain".

Clean, crisp, bright! The sound of the A-tuning flute is like a bell on the neck of a big beast rolling around, which is so beautiful!

Big G bass flute, "Su Wu Sheep"!

Low, thick, distant, the sound of the flute is like crying and complaining, the sound of the blue sound cannot express the taste!

It is actually another rare treasure flute!

No need to try again, Chu Guochang already knew the remaining dozen flutes!

"You made these flutes?" Chu Guochang raised his head with difficulty and asked at his son.

"Well, I did it all. Dad, don't ask why, anyway, I suddenly got to know the tricks you taught me, and when I did it, I seemed to have an indescribable feeling. I followed that feeling and made this flute." Chu Yang explained half-truely.

Chu Guochang was stunned for a while when he heard his son's words, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, my ancestors have a spirit! The hundreds of years of craftsmanship of my Chu family finally shines again!"
Chapter completed!