Yang Feng put his arm around Han Shilan's slender waist and said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan smiled sweetly, and the two sat on a park bench, quietly watching the pigeons fly into the sky.
The two, deeply in love, were inseparable, walking from the park to the amusement park, from the amusement park to the garden, from the garden to People's Square...
Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon. As the sun set, their shadows were made to appear very long.
After Yang Feng took Han Shilan home, he took the bus to the coffee shop.
As she reached the door, Xiao Mo's expression changed slightly, and she bit her pink lips tightly.
Seeing this, Yang Feng asked with some confusion, "Sister Mo, what happened again?"
"Sigh, go in and see for yourself, you'll know."
Xiao Mo sighed deeply and said.
Yang Feng nodded slightly and walked inside. In the center of the coffee shop, he saw a foreign man in a black suit sitting upright in front of the piano, his hands deftly striking the black and white keys.
This foreign man is probably Korean; the music he plays is similar to Yang Feng's.
Yang Feng frowned slightly, a surge of anger rising within him, and headed towards his office.
The door was flung open with a bang, and a middle-aged man was seen sitting in the chair that Wu Miaoyin had once worn, his large arm around a glamorous woman, the two of them entwined together.
"Who, who are you? Who...who let you in?!"
The middle-aged man, Cai Gao, the new owner of the coffee shop, spoke hastily.
"Are you the new boss? I was hired by Wu Miaoyin to play the piano, and the contract was for three months. Why have you hired someone else now?"
Yang Feng stepped forward and questioned him.
"Oh, so you're the pianist that woman hired before. Did she run out of people or what, and ended up hiring a greenhorn like you to play the piano? How ridiculous! Sorry, we at Buckingham Coffee don't keep idle people. Besides, this contract is only between you and that woman, not between me and you, or between the company and you! Understand, kid?"
Cai Gao felt relieved, but his face immediately darkened. He had just been about to do that kind of thing when he was interrupted, so he spoke coldly.
Yang Feng felt aggrieved. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He was absolutely right. He had indeed only signed a contract with Wu Miaoyin, and now that she had left, he was essentially unemployed.
"Do you feel frustrated? That's just how society is. I've looked at your information, and you're just planning to go to university. Let me ask you, how high is your piano fingering? You probably don't even know how many notes there are."
Cai Gao sneered and said sarcastically:
"Do you know who that person outside is? He's a famous pianist I specially invited from Korea. He only needs to come here to play once a month. And you, who do you think you are? Get out of here."
Yang Feng chuckled, stepped forward and pulled Cai Gao up, instantly slapping him several times, startling the glamorous woman beside him who staggered away.
"Fine, get out of here then, but before that, I don't like you, so I'll beat you up first."
After saying that, he slapped Cai Gao several more times, and instantly a large bump swelled up on Cai Gao's cheek.
"You, how dare you hit someone, I..."
Before Cai Gao could finish speaking, he was slapped several more times, and his vision went black as he fainted.
Yang Feng coldly tossed him onto the leather chair, clapped his hands, and walked out.
Xiao Mo looked worried. Seeing Yang Feng come out, she quickly asked:
"Xiao Feng, how is it?"
"What else can I do? I got fired."
Yang Feng shrugged, somewhat helplessly.
"Huh? So what do you plan to do now?"
Xiao Mo frowned slightly and said with some regret.
"Let's take it one step at a time, Sister Mo. I'm leaving now."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, glanced at Xiao Mo, and disappeared into the night with heavy steps.
He walked under the streetlights in the daytime, took out his phone and lit up the screen. Today was June 10th, and tomorrow, the 11th, was the music festival.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 112 Music Festival Auditions
Just then, Yang Feng turned off the screen, and it suddenly lit up again, with a rapid, old-fashioned ringtone echoing throughout the silent road.
"Hmm? Shilan, why are you calling me so late? Are you missing me again?"
Yang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile curving his lips as he narcissistically muttered to himself.
"Yang Feng~"
When I answered the phone, I heard Han Shilan calling out to me, but it sounded a little strange.
"Yes, what's up, my dear Shilan?"
Yang Feng smiled faintly as he walked and answered the phone.
"No...it's nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice again."
After saying that, Han Shilan covered her mouth tightly with her small hands, afraid that she would cry.