Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 185 Big brother, you were invited by a monkey to mess things up, right?

Good music can really touch people's hearts.

Steve Fan's Divine Comedy, Lao Huang's top custom-made electric guitar, and first-class audio equipment in Mansion No. [-].

Coupled with Yang Hao's god-like playing skills, it perfectly interprets the charm of music at this moment.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers!

There was thunderous applause in the hall again, and those bigwigs could still control their emotions.

After all, they are all people who are used to calling the wind and calling the rain, and they are all relatively old. Even if they are touched, they will adjust quickly.

But those young second-generation people are not so comfortable. They are easily infected by the clear electronic music, as if something is about to explode in the depths of their souls, and their blood surges upwards.

Especially among those rebels who are usually relatively high, the rebelliousness in their bones is ignited at this moment, no matter what the occasion is, they just want the mysterious guitarist on the stage to play a few more solos, let's have a good time first!
"Awesome! Another one!"

I don't know who started shouting first, anyway, waves of noise soon formed in the area on the right side of the hall.

Sitting in the middle of the front row, Boss Yao's expression at this time is completely the live-action version of the embarrassing expression in the rampage cartoon on the Internet.

He looked at the mysterious guitarist on the stage, and roared in his heart: Brother, you were invited by a monkey to mess things up, right?It's a good charity reception, but you turned it into a concert, so there's no way for him to do it!

At this moment, Jay Chou bravely stood in front of the stage, thinking that he had to fill the hole he dug, crying.

Facing the hardest-hit area where the second generation gathered, he forced a smile and said, "My friends over there, we just made an agreement in advance. Now it's time for the charity auction. Please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, Jay Chou pulled Yang Hao, who was in a daze, to the stage and bowed, ready to forcibly retreat.

Most of the second generation are still reasonable, seeing that things can't be done at this time, they no longer insist, and shake their heads regretfully, ready to let it go.

But as the saying goes, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. Seeing that Jay Chou and Yang Hao are about to retreat successfully, there are fierce people who are not afraid of big troubles, and they stand up to make troubles!

"Director Chou! Since this is a charity auction, isn't it just to raise money? Then I have a very good suggestion. Let this electric guitar master play a few more songs. Each capital is considered to be auctioned tonight. Should we pay for the head office?"

The person who spoke was in his early twenties, with shiny silver hair dyed, a diamond stud earring on his left ear, and a burgundy Givenchy tailored casual suit, looking very rebellious.

After he made the suggestion, regardless of whether the others agreed or not, he raised his right hand carelessly and stretched out a finger: "Well, since it was my suggestion, then I will give a starting price first."

"Every piece played by the master, no matter how long or short it is, starts at 10 yuan. If there is a bid, then follow the normal auction process. If no one bids, I will cover everything, okay?"

As soon as his guaranteed price was announced, those low-end customers in the back row, especially those young models who tried to sneak in, were really full of gold eyes!

The auction reserve price of 10 yuan is actually not high, but this is listening to songs, or this kind of electric guitar solo by one person, which disappears after listening to it. Unlike other auction items, there is still something.

What's even more frightening is that it doesn't matter how long or short it is, that is, there is no time limit. If the guitarist plays an interlude, such as the famous electric guitar interlude solo in "Endless-Rain", it will only last for one minute.

That's really 1 yuan for 10 minute, and 4 yuan for three or four minutes, which is higher than the appearance fee of many ordinary singers, and this is just a guaranteed reserve price for the auction!

Zhang Lei and Xia Xiaoxue, who were sitting in the front row, also widened their eyes instantly and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"That's 10 yuan. Parents' annual income may not be so much, but now Yang Hao just plays a random piece of music, and it is worth 10 yuan, or even more. This... ...it's just unbelievable!"

Zhang Lei's mood is very complicated. Her parents are both civil servants, and they are already considered relatively high-income families in the county, but now they are completely different from Yang Hao.

And Xia Xiaoxue once again saw the astonishing talent of this cheap master, and thought to herself, no wonder the master doesn't care about the high income of her live broadcast, he is hundreds of thousands every minute!
Yin Meiling and Wan Baoer were calmer, at least not much surprise could be seen from their expressions.

But in the bottom of their hearts, the two of them also sighed at Yang Hao's astonishing talent. It was not the guaranteed reserve price of 1 yuan per minute. After all, it was charity money, not Yang Hao's own income.

Instead, I sigh how can someone be able to master so many aspects that are completely out of bounds at the same time. Is this really something that humans can do?

Maybe there really is such a peerless genius, but at least, Yang Hao is the first and only one they saw, and he is still alive!

Just like that, the proposal of the silver-haired man with stud earrings brought the scene to a stalemate again in an instant.

Many second generations applauded loudly when they heard this proposal.

"That's right, it's an auction anyway, so why can't we auction off the performance of this guitar master? We can bid for it, and it can be regarded as doing our part for charity, right?"

The second generation, who were about to die down just now, started clamoring again.

This time, Jay Chou really had no way to save the situation, because what these people said was partly true, now we can only see what Boss Yao and the organizer have to say.

Boss Yao had an embarrassing smile on his face, and he was about to bite the bullet and go on stage to make a mess of himself. His plan was to ask the mysterious guitarist to play one or two more pieces to settle the matter.

But Yang Hao stretched out his hand at this time and signaled Jay Chou to give him the microphone. Jay Chou was still a little confused at this time, so he gave it to him.

As a result, Yang Hao took the microphone, turned around and said coldly to the second-generation people in the audience: "Thank you for your love, but I'm sorry, this is the end of tonight's performance, at least I won't perform any more performances .”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked backstage, with an air of arrogance and aloofness.

In fact, Yang Hao is feeling miserable right now, besides the accompaniment sheet music for that song that Jay Chou just had in his mind, only "For-The-Love-Of-God" is on his mind.

If you want to continue playing in the future, you can't repeat it, right?And under the watchful eyes of everyone, I couldn't let the backstage staff find the music score for me.

Then you can only improvise by yourself, or arrange music on the spot. In that case, not to mention hard work, the effect may not be good.

More importantly, Yang Hao felt that his friendship acting was already in place, and there was no need to get used to those second generations at this time.

Besides, it's getting late, and I have to go to the airport to pick up my parents and Xiaohuan later.

But he wanted to leave, but some people were not happy.

(End of this chapter)