The concubine doesn't fall in love, but crazy critics insist on holding her responsible

"Mr. Song, you only saw our people tune it twice, but the strings are newly replaced, and the musicians who adjust the intonation also need to pay labor fees. We informed you of this in advance, and you agreed, let us just do it. Just go ahead and do it, we’ll get the job done.”

The more noble people's instruments, the higher the requirements for timbre, which puts higher requirements on the skills of the musicians. Selection and labor costs are all costs.

And if it weren't for the fact that the piano was in good condition and the man looked like he was not short of money, he would not be willing to take the business from such a vulgar person.

"You said it, but who knew you were asking for such a high price?! I told you that you were open for business, and it took me a long time to come. It was almost done. Why don't you find the reason why no one came to the door? You must be the one asking the price. Too high!"

"If you ask me, you only charge the money for the strings. How much silver does one string cost?"

The young man surnamed Song was disdainful, and without waiting for the shopkeeper to reply, he took out a brand new banknote from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

"I just got this from the bank. It's 100 taels, which is enough to pay you for the strings. You don't need to change. The bento is just a reward."

The young master surnamed Song was arrogant and puffed up his chest, as if this brand-new bank note was a rare item.

100 two.

The shopkeeper has been in business for 30 years and has never suffered such humiliation.

He grimaced and said, "Mr. Song, this is Qinle Pavilion, the number one Qin Pavilion in the capital. This is not a place for you to be rude and rude. If you don't follow our rules and insist on doing so, don't blame us for being rude."

Qin Le Pavilion was deserted early in the morning, not because the business was sluggish, but on the contrary, it was not an exaggeration to say that every day there was a lot of money.

It is true that no ordinary people come, and most of them are royal relatives and nobles. When these people come, they have a special private room and rarely stay in the lobby. As for adjusting the tone, it usually requires the musicians of Qinyue Pavilion to come and adjust it personally. Precious objects such as musical instruments should not be moved easily unless absolutely necessary.

And even when a musician comes to visit, he is treated politely and offers fruit and tea. I have never seen anyone so bossy.

The young man named Song seemed to have heard a big joke.

You're welcome?What kind of rudeness?
They are just a bunch of lowly businessmen who rely on their craftsmanship to make a living.

Why do you charge him so much money if you move your hands a few times?

He kept in mind the instructions of his elders in the family who asked him to keep a low profile, and said in a good voice and disdain: "Rules are dead, people are alive. You gave me convenience and benefits this time. I will come to you next time. Don't do business just for personal gain?" Repeat customer?”

"Don't take Qiao, just keep it if I give you 100 taels. If I keep talking, I won't get 100 taels."

100 taels, even if the musician's ears twitch, it's more than 100 taels!

The shopkeeper's expression completely changed, he was no longer polite and as cold as ice.

Just as he was about to order the thugs to beat him out, Lin Zhiyu came in from the door.

"We accepted these 100 taels, but..."

A female voice like an oriole came from behind. Young Master Song subconsciously turned around. With just one glance, his eyes lit up and he forgot to breathe.

The scenery of the capital is indeed remarkable, prosperous and prosperous, and even the girl does not look like an ordinary person.

Lin Zhiyu walked straight up to the two of them and pushed the banknote in front of the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, please accept this banknote."

The young master named Song's heart was beating wildly when he saw Lin Zhiyu. Now that he saw Lin Zhiyu speaking for him, he immediately became proud.

"This girl is very knowledgeable. I can't stand your pricing alone, but I think it's better to be wiser -"

But before he finished speaking, he heard a harsh sound from the piano.

A proud smile froze on his face.

I saw a sharp dagger in Lin Zhiyu's hand at some point. She swung it towards the strings neatly. With a slight exertion, the newly replaced strings broke in front of the three of them and fell in the air. Draw an arc and fly to the other end. "You...you destroyed my piano!"

The young master surnamed Song took a long time to realize what happened, and glared at Lin Zhiyu angrily.

This is what he will use to perform his skills at the host's house when he meets later!
The moment the shopkeeper saw Lin Zhiyu, he was in a daze.

This... this is Miss Cixue's child, Mr. Shen's only granddaughter?

He was so outstanding.

Not only does he look stunning, he also behaves gracefully and generously, neither humble nor arrogant, and has the majesty of a master.

But why did the young lady come here suddenly? Didn't she always look down on the Shen family's business and stay away from it?

Seeing Lan Sheng following Lin Zhiyu holding a pipa in his arms, the shopkeeper understood something.

Facing the angry roar of the young master surnamed Song, Lin Zhiyu said without changing his expression, "100 taels is the musician's salary. I see that the young master doesn't seem to have much money at his disposal, so I won't charge more."

The young master surnamed Song was blushing, he was ashamed and even more angry, "You! Stop looking down on others!"

"So you can afford it?"

Lin Zhiyu stretched out his hand, "Then please make up for the missing silver. How much is the difference?"

Lin Zhiyu looked at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper immediately responded, "There are still 130 and a half taels left. This is after discount."

Lin Zhiyu nodded, "It's calculated after a discount. The first time this young man came to our door, he gave us a friendly price, which is considered as our sincerity."

100 taels is enough, and another 100 taels are needed. The young master surnamed Song was dumbfounded.

Then he became angry and pointed at Lin Zhiyu's nose, "You will pay whatever you say? Who are you? Why should I listen to you!"

He looked at the shopkeeper again and said disdainfully: "I understand. It turns out that you are just a servant who obeys orders. Where is your boss? Where is he? Does he know that you are bullying customers like this?!"

Lin Zhiyu stepped forward with a smile, "I am the owner of Le Ge."

"You? A woman? Stop being ridiculous!"

She's pretty, she's not good at business, she's just as good as a prostitute.

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Zhiyu with a very revealing look. He slapped the table and said, "Call your boss out quickly, or I will report it to the official, saying that your shop is bullying customers and charging exorbitant prices!"

The shopkeeper didn't want to waste any more time with this arrogant and unreasonable person, "Miss, please go down and rest inside until the processing here is finished..."

"She's not allowed to leave either!"

The young man surnamed Song quickly pulled the shopkeeper away with quick eyes and hands, and stopped him in front of Lin Zhiyu, "You destroyed my piano. If you don't give me an explanation, this matter will never end today!"

Lin Zhiyu nodded, "What explanation do you want?"

The young master surnamed Song didn't believe that Lin Zhiyu was the owner of something. He said arrogantly: "You need to pay me money, double the market price. This string is said to cost 300 taels at least, you have to give me 600 taels! One point difference No way! You still have to apologize to me, and I’ll let you go when I’m satisfied!”

Lin Zhiyu finally understood the shopkeeper's helplessness in asking her to leave, and laughed and said, "Young Master will come to Beijing soon, right?"