The woman in the cheongsam hesitated for a moment, then said impatiently, "Wait a moment, I'll go inform the boss."
Three minutes later, the woman in the cheongsam calmly said to Yang Feng, "Our boss said he can give you a chance. Go to the central area and play a piece. It depends on the situation."
"That's it?" Yang Feng smiled faintly, turned around and walked to the center, slowly sat down, lifted the piano lid, and saw some barely visible dust stuck in the gaps. He gently placed his slender fingers on the black and white keys and realized that he could play the piano, but what could he do without sheet music?
The train stopped abruptly in the middle, drawing the attention of many customers who began to discuss it.
"This young man is going to play the piano? No way, I remember no one has been to this coffee shop for a long time."
"Look at him, he's just standing there, do you really think he's going to play the piano?"
“This young man looks like a student; look at the school uniform he’s wearing.”
“…”
The woman in the cheongsam shook her head slightly and glanced at Yang Feng with some disdain. She had previously thought that even if this student could play the piano, he wouldn't be able to play any particularly beautiful songs, but now he was standing there dumbfounded.
"System...System, it's an emergency! You didn't give me the sheet music, how am I supposed to play it?" Yang Feng thought anxiously to himself.
"Don't you have that in your world?" the system said speechlessly.
"There isn't any sheet music on the piano. What are we going to do now?" Yang Feng wrinkled his nose and thought to himself.
"System analysis begins..."
"Ding ding, host, you now have two options to implement. The first is to use a lottery scroll to draw a complete playlist from the special category, but the probability is very low. The second is to use a low-level profession scroll to unlock the composition skill in the [Music] profession."
"Oh well, whatever, just give me that composition skill," Yang Feng thought anxiously to himself. With everyone staring at him, he felt quite uncomfortable.
"Ding-dong—Congratulations, host, you have unlocked the composition skill in the [Music] profession."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng's mind was filled with knowledge about composing, arranging, and writing lyrics. These were all top-notch skills in the world, including actors' vocalization, singing range, and sound effects.
His mind began to rapidly conceive ideas, and musical notes began to dance, connecting to form a series of songs.
A song titled "Floating Life Dream"
Without any warning, Yang Feng suddenly began to gently play this song, a melody tinged with a faint sadness, interspersed with deep emotion.
"Jingle bells—"
Some guests dropped their spoons on the ground, unable to resist closing their eyes to enjoy the song. It was so perfect that you had to listen with your ears to appreciate its beautiful melody.
This song is mainly expressed with sadness, and its touching melody spread throughout the coffee shop.
Life is but a dream, how much joy can it hold?
Yang Feng's nimble fingers slowly came to a stop, until the song ended...
A hint of sadness flashed in Yang Feng's eyes. He snapped out of his reverie, chuckled softly, and realized that he had also become immersed in the music.
Just then, a series of light clapping sounds rang out in the coffee shop. Yang Feng glanced at them indifferently and saw that almost everyone was clapping, while those who weren't clapping... were actually wiping away tears.
P.S.: Thanks to phantom from QQ Reading for the recommendation vote, and thanks to Wudi Ling Shao and Nvren from Qidian for the four and two recommendation votes respectively. Thank you!
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Chapter 16 Salary
Seeing this, Yang Feng smiled. He knew he had succeeded in the job application, and life would be much better from now on. At that time, his younger sister's dream of learning to dance could also come true.
At this moment, a woman walked out from behind the counter. She was wearing a black business suit, with her hair draped over her shoulders. She had delicate features and a curvaceous figure, exuding the allure of a mature peach.
"You're the applicant who just played the piano?" She was taken aback when she saw Yang Feng, then smiled and said, "Come to my office and tell me your requirements for this job."
She had just heard from the woman in the cheongsam that a student had come to apply for a piano job and asked her if she should send him away. So she gave Yang Feng a chance. Now that she saw him, he looked incredibly young, but the music he played was indeed very good. Even she listened to him carefully in her office.
When Yang Feng arrived at the landlady's office, he found it to be quite simple and elegant. There was a black desk with an Apple PC on it, a black leather chair, and a white sofa to the side. In front of it was a glass table with a coffee table on it.
"What would you like to drink?" The proprietress smiled faintly, sitting in a chair and looking at Yang Feng.
"Just a glass of hot water will do, warm it is fine." Yang Feng sat down on the sofa without any hesitation.
"Okay, just a moment." The proprietress asked the woman in the cheongsam to bring in a glass of warm water, then smiled faintly and said, "What music were you playing just now? It was so beautiful?"
Yang Feng smiled and said, "This is a piece of music I composed myself, called 'Floating Life Dream'."
"A song you wrote yourself?!"
A hint of surprise flashed in the landlady's beautiful eyes. Then, her gaze swept over Yang Feng. Judging from the school uniform he was wearing, he was at most a high school student. Yet he could compose his own songs. Just how amazing was his talent? No, she had to keep him here.
Yang Feng was startled by the landlady's gaze, secretly thinking to himself, "This woman wouldn't possibly have designs on me, would she? I'm still a virgin!"
However, a woman like this, exuding mature and alluring charm, could probably make countless men flock to her like moths to a flame.
At this moment, the office door opened, and a woman in a cheongsam entered with a glass of warm water, placing it on the glass table. Her beautiful eyes looked at Yang Feng with a hint of admiration. She hadn't expected such a young student to be able to play such beautiful music. Even she herself was captivated by the music at that moment. How much effort must one have put in to achieve such a feat?
Behind every genius lies untold hard work.
However, the woman in the cheongsam was overthinking it.
"Thank you." Yang Feng glanced at the woman in the cheongsam, picked up the warm water and drank it in big gulps. He had been walking for who knows how long in this hot weather, and he was tired and thirsty. Fortunately, he had the physique of a mercenary.
"You're welcome." The woman in the cheongsam smiled as she looked at Yang Feng's polite manner and his school uniform, which made him look somewhat naive, before leaving the office.
"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wu Miaoyin, you can just call me Sister Wu."
Wu Miaoyin smiled and tossed her hair, saying, "Tell me how much you want to be paid for playing for an hour? It can't be too much, but it's within our acceptable range."
"Hmm? Doesn't the notice board outside say the hourly wage is 50 yuan?" Yang Feng frowned slightly, puzzled.