I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 86 Tuner

Jiang Hanwen set out according to the route provided by Lao Zhuang. It is hard to say anything else about this mischievous foreigner.

He is really an expert at eating, drinking and having fun.

Just open your mouth and you will get a nanny-level guide for a one-day trip to Hong Kong!
From small things like which dim sum shop has good food, whether the proprietress is pretty, which street has cheap things to buy and has the fewest fakes, to big things like which tourist attraction is suitable for sightseeing, which hotel has the best food, they are all told.

As for which building's prostitutes are of the best quality and most cost-effective, what the neon sticks and foreign horse carriage lights are like, and how deep and shallow they are, Lao Zhuang knows them all, and his eyes shine as brightly as those of the Chinese people's laser eyes.

When talking about the bathroom in the nightclub bar Lan Kwai Fong, Jiang Hanwen really couldn't bear it anymore.

I hung up the phone with the foreigner without hesitation. If I continued to listen to such obscene content, I would probably lose my faith in Taoism.

After leaving the hotel, we took a taxi and headed straight to the famous attraction in Wan Chai: Golden Bauhinia Square

A flag-raising ceremony is held at the square at 8 a.m. every day. There is a "Hong Kong Return to the Motherland Monument" near the sculpture.

Such a meaningful and representative attraction! Of course you have to take photos and check in when you come to Hong Kong!
For breakfast, I had Chaozhou-style satay beef instant noodles from Min Wah Ice Hall on Wan Chai Road and drank a cup of strong coffee.

After eating, we went to Harbour City for shopping and everyone was busy buying things.

Everyone else was like mice entering a rice warehouse, disappearing as soon as they entered the mall. Only Wang Xiaolu, the accountant who was in charge of the money, slowly ran to the low-price area, picked and chose, but didn't buy anything for a long time.

Jiang Hanwen went over to take a look and his brows immediately frowned.

"Accountant Wang, you come to Hong Kong to buy clothes that cost dozens of dollars. You might as well buy them in Xi'an. Do you think the company doesn't have enough money, or am I a stingy boss? Go, follow your sister Nana and buy whatever she buys."

After saying that, he put the jeans in Wang Xiaolu's hand back on the hanger and drove Wang Xiaolu upstairs like a duck.

It's a good thing that the girl is thrifty, but Wang Xiaolu is too thrifty. She spends every dollar carefully. Her jeans have turned white from washing. She always wears white sneakers in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's a waste of such a good foundation. If she tidies up a little, she can become a beautiful girl.

However, Jiang Hanwen really couldn't say anything about saving money. Wasn't this why you hired someone as an accountant in the first place?

Everyone shopped, ate, and had afternoon tea, and Jiang Hanwen really couldn't run anymore.

He doesn't want to go to Disney either.

In his previous life, he had only been to an amusement park once, and nearly had a heart attack after riding the Pegasus.

Not to mention the pirate ship, bungee jumping machine, and roller coaster, just pass them up.

Jiang Hanwen acted pitifully along with everyone in the crew and directly withdrew from the second half.

Go back to your residence and take out the script.

The advertising fee offered by the manufacturer is tempting, but if this film is not made,

You won’t get a penny of that money.

Those who know the client know what kind of person he is. Jiang Hanwen is not sure whether he can make the film to his client's taste.

After all, it is really against the will of nature to let a director who spends all his time shooting murders and dismemberment of bodies to play something as artistic and elegant as the piano.

Jiang Hanwen held a pen, flipped through the script, and kept making revisions.

This book is from a foreign short film in the previous life, called The Tuner.

It tells the story of a piano tuner who pretends to be blind and witnesses a murder.

In order to cater to the local market, Jiang Hanwen specially modified the plot and moved all the characters in the story to China. Jiang Hanwen racked his brains to figure out how to combine a murder case with the piano. He had to maintain the original style of his account and justify the piano promotion fee given by the manufacturer.

While Jiang Hanwen was reading the script, an idea came to his mind.

He quickly marked out all the useful clues in the script.

Scene 1: Night - Apartment
In a retro European-style apartment, a dark corridor is vaguely visible.

The marble floor, white walls and luxurious decoration.

One could hear Mozart's piano sonatas coming from a room into which the corridor led.

There was no light in the room, only a little light coming in from the street lamp outside. In this semi-darkness, a man sat quietly on the sofa, seemingly listening to beautiful music.

The scene is advanced from the male protagonist's God's perspective.

Then the male protagonist confessed: I rarely appear in public, unless it is a special occasion or audience, like tonight.

Opposite the man, a handsome man in his 20s is sitting in front of a Steinway grand piano [remember the close-up of the piano brand for three seconds! ] and playing. He is the male protagonist.

Male protagonist: Who is this man? I don't know him, I haven't even seen him, I'm blind.

The protagonist's pale blue, almost gray eyes were strangely frozen.

Male protagonist: Besides, I am not playing for him, I am playing for someone: this person is standing behind me right now.

Why am I sweating? Is it really that hot?
The male protagonist is actually naked in the play, wearing only a pair of underpants. But he is still sweating profusely. Behind him stands an elegant woman in her thirties, hesitant, holding a nail gun.

Male protagonist: I am blind. I have no way of knowing who is plotting what behind my back. I have no way of knowing that she is aiming a nail gun at the back of my neck. Since I know nothing, I should relax.

The man's hands moved quickly on the keyboard. The woman's index finger was already on the trigger of the nail gun.

Scene 2: Daytime - Concert Hall (Flashback)
The male protagonist, wearing a performance costume, walked towards the Steinway grand piano on the stage [remember the piano brand close-up].

Male protagonist: Last year, I was still regarded as a genius, and I thought I had a bright future. For fifteen years, all my preparations were only for one goal: the Chopin Music Competition.

The judges sat in a dark hall. The only thing people could hear was the frightening white light reflected from their glasses, the tiny pen lights in their hands, and the slight friction of the springs when the ballpoint pens rolled.

The male protagonist began to get nervous and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Male protagonist: Is this my girlfriend from last night?
At this time, people could hear the unique creaking sound of the bed when men and women made love.

Male Lead: Or the piano stool?
The male protagonist tried to adjust the height of the piano footstool, but was dissatisfied with its cushion: the creaking sound made by the stool was almost the same as that of the bed.

Male protagonist: All in all, I failed.

As soon as he sat down at the piano, the male protagonist felt a wave of panic coming over him.

His heart was beating violently, the sound was like the bed and the stool, he was sweating, and the music score was becoming more and more blurred in front of his eyes.

The hero pressed one of the keys harder and it made no sound, but when it was his turn again it made a very discordant creaking sound.

This button was like lighting a terrible fuse, instantly detonating the piano in front of him, and the male protagonist was knocked unconscious on the piano keyboard.

(End of this chapter)