Beautiful mother uses 18 martial arts to teach the whole network how to be a good person

Xie Yuqin, who was listening attentively, was suddenly stopped. After a moment of shock, she quickly tensed her face.

"The sound of this Zhongniqin was originally clear and transparent, but now it is dull and dull. I think it must have been replaced by a fake one!"

Han Bingbing looked at his serious expression and held back the smile that was about to spill over her lips.

She knocked gently on the turned-over bottom plate. The sound was muffled at the front and slightly echoed at the back. She spoke with some uncertainty.

"Although this situation is extremely rare, it is understandable that it happened."

Everyone saw her pointing at the front bottom plate and saying, "There is a foreign object in this groove."

Xie Yuqin widened her eyes, she never expected this to be the reason.

Everyone immediately started working, using various lights and angles to shine on the slot, but they could not see anything.

In desperation, one of the elderly men had to arrange for his nephew who worked in the hospital to come and pick up the piano for a CT scan.

At this point, she had completed all the tasks entrusted to her within her ability. Han Bingbing breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to sip her tea.

Thinking of the random task that was almost forgotten, she looked at Mr. He who was leisurely drinking tea.

"Mr. He, last time I heard He Jing say that he didn't learn violin making from you, so what are you going to do with this craft in the future?"

Mr. He's eyes suddenly sparkled. He put down his tea cup and leaned forward. "Why? Xiaohan, are you interested?"

Okay, her status in this old man's heart changes very quickly!

Little girl, Miss Han, Xiaohan...

Han Bingbing coughed and waved her hands quickly, "I can't do your job with my body!"

Mr. He glanced at her slender wrist and curled his lips unwillingly.

"You can train your physique! Your eyes are better than many boys!"

Her eyes were vague and she didn't dare to respond.

Suddenly, Xie Yuqin's awkward face came into her sight.

She turned to Mr. He and asked, "What are the requirements for getting started with your craft? Of course, it's not me. I just feel a little sorry that your craft has no one to carry on."

Mr. He leaned back against the mahogany chair with his slightly hunched back and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Young people nowadays are either too impetuous or too lazy. There are too few who are suitable for this job!"

"At that time, I learned violin making from my father. It took me several years just to learn about wood, not to mention the subsequent processes."

"Nowadays, many assembly line workshops make pianos that are cheaper than those made by traditional manufacturers, so not many people pursue meticulous craftsmanship!"

Han Bingbing looked at Xie Yuqin who was being scolded in front of President Xie, and leaned over to say, "I think that kid surnamed Xie knows about the piano. He is better than many young people, right?"

Mr. He glanced at him and shook his head.

"That kid is no good. He has no humility and no manners. He thinks he can do anything he wants with just a little knowledge! If he wasn't the grandson of Old Xie, I would have kicked him out of this room with my fists!"

As the two were talking, Xie Yuqin walked towards the tea table.

He walked up to Han Bingbing and bowed, "Sister, I was rude in my words just now. I apologize to you now. Please don't take it to heart."

Han Bingbing raised an eyebrow at He Lao, raised her hand to support him, and said with a smile, "Did he obey Mr. Xie's instructions or did he figure it out on his own?"

Xie Yuqin scratched the short hair on his head awkwardly, "I think both..."

Seeing that Han Bingbing didn't seem to blame him, he ignored He Lao's cold snort and hurriedly squeezed towards He Lao who was sitting opposite Han Bingbing.

"Sister, is your family a family of violin makers or a famous performer?"

Han Bingbing sneered and shook her head, "Neither, no one in my family has ever touched the guqin."

Xie Yuqin frowned, "Then how do you know all this? You're even better than these grandfathers?"

Han Bingbing glanced at Mr. He's disapproving look at him, and his heart moved.

"Do you think that one must have a considerable family background to understand this musical instrument or the art of making a violin?"

Xie Yuqin nodded, "Of course, how can someone who changes career path lately compare to the accumulated experience from childhood?"

"Unfortunately, I am a latecomer and not a professional. If you don't believe me, ask my friend. She never knew I knew these things."

Mo Han, who had been acting invisible, had been stunned by Jiao Yeqin's move. Only when she saw Han Bingbing's gaze looking at her did she close her slightly open mouth.

Seeing her nod and then shake her head, Xie Yuqin asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Mo Han had no choice but to say, "I really didn't know that Sister Bingbing knew the guqin. The last time I was at He's house was the first time I saw Sister Bingbing playing the guqin."

Han Bingbing continued, "You think I know more because I observe things from a different angle than you do, or maybe the part I know is exactly what you don't know."

"That's why they say 'One of the three of us can be my teacher'! Maybe if you look at the problem from a different angle, you know more than I do."

Mo Han closed her lips tightly. She didn't want to say that in her opinion, even if she changed the angle a hundred times, that boy didn't know as much as Sister Bingbing!

Han Bingbing glanced at Mr. Xie who was still studying the banana leaf zither not far away, and asked Xie Yuqin in a low voice, "Are you very interested in the guqin?"

Xie Yuqin also glanced over and lowered her voice, "Well, I have liked the sound of the guqin since I was a child. I also learned to play the guqin from my grandfather and majored in guqin in college, but it still doesn't feel enough!"

Glancing at Mr. He who was listening attentively beside him, Han Bingbing's lips curled up slightly.

"If you want to learn all about the guqin, all the elders around you can teach you! If you are interested, you can learn from them one by one! You have a natural advantage of teachers around you, right?!"

Xie Yuqin glanced at the old people around the banana leaf zither with a little disdain, "These grandpas! They just learn on the spot! They copy others! I won't learn from them!"

Han Bingbing pretended to be confused, "What do you mean?"

He glanced at Mr. He beside him, his expression a little unnatural, and turned his face to the side.

"In this association, only Mr. He has the real stuff and can bring it out to discuss and debate. No one else can do that!"

The eavesdropping Mr. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Good boy! So you always deliberately contradict me, right?"

Xie Yuqin quickly begged for mercy, "No, Grandpa He! Sometimes I really do think differently from you!"

Seeing the two of them arguing half-seriously, Han Bingbing and Mo Han looked at each other and tried to hold back their laughter.

On the way back to the hotel, Mo Han couldn't help but ask, "Sister Bingbing, so you deliberately pretended not to know how to make a violin last time, right?"

Han Bingbing pondered for a while, and looked at her sincerely, "Do you believe me when I say I only know the basics?"

Mo Han shook his head and smiled, "I'm looking forward to Sister Bingbing playing the piano on stage!"

Han Bingbing fell on her shoulder with a look of despair on her face.

Well, her universal image in these sisters’ hearts has been enhanced with several more layers of filters!