C77 Auction
C77 Auction
It was already rare for someone to offer a price of 500,000 yuan. Even the pianist himself nodded repeatedly, revealing a gratified smile on his face.
"One million!"
At this moment, Han Dong raised his hand and shouted.
Chung Qing looked at him with a surprised expression.
Han Dong smiled proudly, then he heard the surrounding crowd, all of their gazes were focused on Han Dong.
An increase of five hundred thousand in one breath sealed the mouths of many people.
The price had risen so quickly that everyone wanted to see which god of war could be so generous.
"One million, deal!"
When the beautiful woman's announcement sounded from the stage, Han Dong stood up with thunderous applause. Wang Shuwei also took the initiative to welcome him.
"Han Dong, I didn't expect it to be you. It was too surprising."
Wang Shuwei was full of smiles as he gently hugged Han Dong.
"Teacher, I am not here to support your performance, but it is worth this price. If I wasn't afraid of being lectured by you, I wouldn't even be able to bid such a low price."
Han Dong waved his hand modestly and said without a care.
His words were very beautiful. Not only had he given the other party face, he had also revealed his status and value.
Also, he called out to Wang Shuwei for his teacher, which immediately attracted the attention of the crowd.
When he heard Han Dong calling him his teacher, he was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he felt the shocked gazes and Han Dong's humble smile. He nodded.
He and Han Dong could be considered acquaintances. It was just that they had met a few times by chance and had guided him on the main point of the piano. However, the relationship between them was still far from master and disciple.
However, he had no choice but to admit that the other party's actions had made him very happy.
A song worth a million yuan raised his worth even more.
"It's Teacher Wang Shuwei's disciple. No wonder!"
"Didn't they say that Teacher Wang Shuwei never takes in disciples? So he was hiding himself."
"It's really hard to imagine. Since Teacher Wang's disciple is so young, then his ability to play the piano must be first-rate."
The surrounding people started to discuss, and they looked at Han Dong with admiration.
After chatting with Wang Shuwei for a while, Han Dong returned to his seat.
"Han Dong, since when did you become the last disciple of Teacher Wang Shuwei? This is unbelievable. I took the initiative to visit three times, but was rejected."
Chung Qing was also very surprised. If it weren't for the pressure of reality, her dream would have been to become a pianist and immerse herself in the beautiful notes every day to create even more new songs.
It was just that the current her had long since left her original trajectory and was now running at her back with her dreams.
This was also one of her regrets.
"Actually, I wanted to tell you about this a long time ago, but I just didn't have the chance. I've never forgotten my first dream, do you remember? We have to work hard together to become the best pianist and travel the whole world?"
Han Dong had a gentle expression on his face. He reached out his hand to grab Chung Qing's hand, but she cleverly avoided his hand.
He wasn't embarrassed. He just smiled. The atmosphere was the same as before.
"Sigh, I can forget about it now. The piano is out of my reach. It has been a long time since it was new to me."
While the two of them were talking, another famous pianist appeared on stage. A girl named Cinderella played a tune, causing people to be unable to forget about it.
After the song ended, the applause rang out again as the bidding price rapidly rose.
However, compared to Wang Shuwei, who appeared for the first time, the second pianist was a lot worse. A single song was only sold for 300 thousand and that was the end of it.
"Qingqing, you can't give up. That's a dream. Don't worry, as long as you're willing, I'll accompany you every day to practice the zither, and also Teacher Wang Shuwei's tutelage. I believe you will soon step up from the stage."
Han Dong's warm encouragement and his excited words aroused Chung Qing's interest.
When the third song ended, he stood up and said to Chung Qing, "I've never given up on my dream. Now, let me play a song for you."
Saying that, Han Dong walked towards the stage.
First of all, he stood at the edge of the stage in a very gentleman manner, bowing to the people below.
Such a polite action was greeted with cheers. Only Qin Feng, who was sitting on a chair and had just woken up, wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
"Next, I want to offer a song for Chung Qing, my favorite girl!"
The moment Han Dong finished his words, rose petals rained down from the ceiling, creating a romantic atmosphere.
Everyone was searching for that girl called Chung Qing. Where was she? She was so blissful.
Han Dong sat in front of the piano. His movements were elegant like a prince. Many of the women present were mesmerized by his actions and his enchanting face.
Even Wang Shuwei nodded his head frequently. Although Han Dong had played a careful game with him just now, looking at him now, his temperament and self-restraint were all very suitable to play the piano.
He did not accept any disciples, but he did not meet anyone suitable for him. This Han Dong seemed to suit his taste.
The graceful tune started playing and the surroundings fell into silence. Everyone was listening to the notes that were being played by Han Dong's hands, interweaving into a beautiful tune that made them feel like they were being played.
The melody gradually rose. It was soft and had a hint of passion within. It was like a hair tied around an emotion. As it flowed in and out of the melody, it was gentle and soothing to the soul.
After the song ended, Chung Qing also felt that Han Dong's music skills were really good. Although he hadn't reached the level of a master, it was still quite rare. At the same time, she felt a little touched.
"Alright!"
"As expected of Master Wang's disciple, it's too wonderful."
Many people were applauding. Even Wang Shuwei was nodding and smiling at Han Dong.
This young man was extremely talented and was indeed a talent that could be created.
Seems like he didn't come here for nothing today. Not only did he earn some fame, he even accepted a good disciple.
Han Dong suppressed the pride in his heart. On the surface, he was modest and welcomed applause.
He looked at his own position and said softly, "Chung Qing, can you come onto the stage and dance with me?"
Chung Qing wanted to go, but she was surprised to see Qin Feng standing up impatiently.
"What's wrong, Qin Feng?"
Suddenly, he remembered that during the classical music festival earlier, Qin Feng's zither playing along with Ye Meiyun had become the center of attention of the audience, touching countless people. Even she had secretly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
It came from Qin Feng's magic, which created a vivid love story with music, which made people sigh at the incomplete beauty.
If only that dancer had been him at the time.
Thinking of this, Han Dong's invitation to her instantly became boring.