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Zhong Ying, who got help, happily went out with Li Jinqiu.

He was introducing Chu Mu to Li Jinqiu along the way.

"Chu Mu is from Austria, but he is also the grandson of Mr. Chu."

When Zhong Ying said this, he couldn't hide the melancholy in his heart, "That pistil lute is hung on the wall of his musical instrument row, and he has maintained it very well."

Li Jinqiu listened quietly, without saying a word.

Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing are patriots worthy of the name, but as their grandsons, one is sick and her husband who is in debt sells her stamen pipa, and the other refuses to communicate and hangs her pistil pipa on the wall as an ornament.

It is really embarrassing for him that no one has inherited the mantle, and he does not even admit that he is Chinese.

They walked to Kenboser Street, and they could see the Chinese signboard of Chu's Musical Instrument Store in the distance.

Li Jinqiu suggested aloud: "I will go in alone later, you can wait for me here."

Zhong Ying was stunned.

He had already thought about it, he had to apologize to Chu Mu first, and then quietly learn how to communicate with Li Jinqiu.

As a result, don't let him go?

"But I want to apologize to Boss Chu in person."

Zhong Ying's attitude is very sincere.

However, the more sincere he is, the more unhappy Li Jinqiu becomes.

In Li Jinqiu's heart, he is a genius who is unique in ten thousand. He treats the legacy of Yin Yashe and the lost musical instruments with absolute sincerity. Who is Chu Mu who deserves him to apologize in person? !

If it weren't for the fear that he would comment again, and Zhong Ying would say that he was like a smoker, Li Jinqiu would never show mercy.

At this moment, his gaze was extraordinarily gentle and kind.

"Sorry, you can do it anytime. But now you want Chu Mu to be calm and talk about Mulan Pipa, so I think it's better for me to go alone."

As he spoke, he reminded, "What if you go in and he gets angry at you again?"

The hypothesis put forward by the composer is not unreasonable.

Zhong Ying was obedient and obedient, and nodded.

I just think that Li Jinqiu deserves to be a reliable man similar to Chu Mu. He really understands the temper of the same kind and is very considerate.

Therefore, Li Jinqiu pushed open the glass door of Chu's Musical Instrument Store by himself.

The faint smell of cigarettes rushed towards him, and with a glance, he saw the boss Chu leaning against the counter, playing with his mobile phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Welcome, what would you like to see?"

Boss Chu's greeting was still in friendly German.

It's a pity that Li Jinqiu didn't like him no matter what, and didn't even give him a good look.

Famous people are not as good as meeting each other. The real person stands in front of Li Jinqiu with a sly demeanor. Compared with this, Zhong Yingcai looks like a descendant of the musicians of the Yiyin Yashe, and Chu Mu is purely carrying a false name.

The two faced each other in silence, Chu Mu frowned instinctively, feeling that the visitor was not kind.

"Is something wrong?"

"Have."

Li Jinqiu walked over, glanced at the ashtray full of cigarette butts in front of him, and got straight to the point.

"Boss Chu, none of us like to waste time. If I ask you one thing, it's fine, but if it's not, let it go."

It's not his temper to attack sideways or slowly plot. Li Jinqiu has always been decisive and direct.

Chu Mu laughed out loud, looking at Li Jinqiu with surprise and amazement.

He has seen a lot of guys who beat around the bush, even the musicians appointed by the Jews are countless, but he has never seen such a straightforward one.

He suddenly became curious, "You ask."

Li Jinqiu raised his chin, pointing to the pistil pipa hanging on the wall next to him.

"I want to talk to you again about the pipa on the wall and the 1000 million euro pipa at the auction house. I will set the time and you will set the location."

Hearing this, Chu Mu looked at him jokingly, but was not angry, just took off the cigarette, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"We know each other?"

"Of course I don't know you." Li Jinqiu said mercilessly, "I don't want to know you either."

Chu Mu shook the soot and took a long breath of smoke.

"Since you don't want to know me, but you still come to talk about pipa with me, who sent you this time?"

Li Jinqiu just looked at him.

This person was careless, and he was obviously used to many people asking about the pipa.

After such a moment of silence, Chu Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Fliss? Godello? Chu Huai?"

"Zhong Ying." Li Jinqiu said leisurely.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this name, most of Chu Mu's leisurely and undisciplined atmosphere disappeared immediately.

He was smoking a cigarette, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was painful. It seemed that Zhong Ying gave him more headaches than the three people he listed before.

"I don't talk to him."

Chu Mu's voice suddenly became colder, "He is Chinese, he keeps talking about Chinese cultural relics, and he doesn't respect private property at all. I also advise you to tell him, don't worry about it, it's not their national affairs, it's a small matter in our family. "

"No matter big or small, as long as this pipa hangs on the wall for a day, he will not give up."

Li Jinqiu admired Zhong Ying's persistence. If it were him, seeing such a stubborn guy like Chu Mu, he would have given up on it long ago.

Only Zhong Ying said he wanted to apologize to this bastard.

If there is anything to apologize for, it is obviously Chu Mu's fault.

Thinking of Zhong Ying, he saw that Chu Mu's gaze became colder and his voice more contemptuous, "Because he wants to fulfill the last wish of the deceased, even if the unworthy descendants of the deceased are devoid of conscience, he will stick to his beliefs."

Chu Mu had never seen a guy who came to scold him.

He looked at Li Jinqiu incredulously, this man looked handsome and polite, and he was sarcastic when he opened his mouth.

He squinted his eyes slightly, biting a cigarette and said with a sneer: "You are really not afraid that I will set the pipa on fire."

With a calm expression, Li Jinqiu reached out and knocked on the counter, making a crisp sound.

"I have to remind you, Boss Chu."

"They cherish the pipa and think that the feelings it carries are precious, so they feel that your threat is terrible."

However, Li Jinqiu has always been ruthless, "Unfortunately, for me, this pipa is no different from a 100 yuan musical instrument on the street. I don't care if you burn it, chop it up, or smash it."

"Do you think they value you? What they value is the original owner of the pipa, Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing—"

"Chu Shuming was deeply trapped in a concentration camp, but he still maintained his noble character and saved the lives of strangers. He is a hero. Zheng Wanqing took his daughter alone, took root in Austria in troubled times, and kept Mulan Pipa, which is even more admirable."

The composer directly named the key points, and felt that it was ridiculous for Chu Mu to be arrogant because of his pipa.

"If you want me to say, you were just lucky. You were born in the Chu family, got their glory, left their blood, and inherited their surname and pipa."

"It's because of Chu Zheng and his wife's face that they come to you again and again, wanting to help you resolve family conflicts. Don't take yourself too seriously."

Chu Mu was used to the high-sounding scenes, and suddenly he was ridiculed by people's yin and yang, but he didn't get angry, and he calmly smoked a cigarette and stared at Li Jinqiu.

Smoke billowed from the musical instrument store, he half-closed his eyes, and sighed with emotion:

"He really found a good lobbyist."

"A lobbyist?" Li Jinqiu didn't hide his disdain in front of Chu Mu.

Zhong Ying said that he was similar to this kind of smoker, which was already a great insult, not to mention seeing the smoker with his own eyes, and recalling the noble integrity of Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing in his mind, he felt more and more that this guy in front of him didn't deserve the surname Chu at all.

"I'm not here to convince you at all, I just want to scold you."

"Calling you for not knowing what is good or bad, being self-righteous, and having the nerve to say that you are an Austrian."

Li Jinqiu never speaks with regard to anyone's face, let alone a guy he hates.

"The Austrians I know are straightforward and enthusiastic. If you have something to say, although you are not capable of disgracing China, you can almost lose Austria's disgrace."

Chu Mu scolded next to each other, his frowning brows still could not be relaxed.

He stared at Li Jinqiu silently, smoked the last cigarette, and let go.

He asked: "You said you set the time, when?"

Li Jinqiu smiled and said, "Just today, after you get off work."

"Okay, just wait."

Chu Mu put out the cigarette butt, "Remember to call Zhong Ying."

Zhong Ying was shocked when he saw Li Jinqiu coming out of the Chu musical instrument line.

This is too fast!

The meeting he imagined should be full of the background sound of the piano, and it should be the voice of Li Jinqiu chatting about world famous songs and telling interesting stories about the musician's life.

What Mozart Beethoven, what fate moonlight, chatting for three or four hours is no problem.

Why did Li Jinqiu come out within a few minutes after entering? !

Zhong Ying rushed forward anxiously, "Does he agree to talk again?"

"I agree." Li Jinqiu frowned, very unhappy.

Zhong Ying looked surprised, "How did you do that!"

His anticipation and eyes finally eased the pent-up anger in Li Jinqiu's heart.

"Didn't you say he looks like me?"

Li Jinqiu refused to admit that he was definitely not like this old smoker, but he had to admit that the character of the other party was actually compatible with his way of thinking.

"People like us don't like to beat around the bush, and we don't like to talk nonsense. I went in and told him, give him a chance to talk about Yiyin Yashe and Mulan Pipa. I will set the time, and he will set the place. No more."

Zhong Ying was dumbfounded, marveling at Li Jinqiu's immortal efficiency.

"When?"

"When he gets off work, it's today."

Zhong Ying was amazed by Li Jinqiu's high efficiency.

Sure enough, he is an excellent composer, and even Chu Mu's soul is similar. Zhong Ying made various plans and anticipated various difficulties, and Li Jinqiu's straight punches solved them all.

Zhong Ying's happiness lasted the whole afternoon.

They wandered around the Naschmarket, visiting the Chu Musical Instrument Shop every once in a while, and finally saw Chu Mu turning around and locking the door.

"Boss Chu!" Zhong Ying walked over excitedly.

Chu Mu glanced at him, locked the store door, and frowned at them with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Are you so afraid that I'll run away?"

Li Jinqiu retorted, "Others can't, but you can't."

Chu Mu frowned and said with a cigarette in his hand, "You really need to talk."

"You're not bad either." Li Jinqiu replied casually.

Chu Mu chuckled, and didn't even quarrel with Li Jinqiu, turned around and led the way, "Let's go, let's talk slowly in another place."

A strong player has a strong player.

Zhong Ying, who was once choked by Chu Mu and had nothing to say, stood beside Li Jinqiu, as if he had a backer.

The image of great composers is gradually becoming stalwart, even if they move forward in silence, Zhong Ying feels that the road ahead is full of hope.

They followed Chu Mu slowly, and Zhong Ying made a sound tentatively.

"Boss Chu, in fact, your sister is really seriously ill. You should go and see her."

"With Godro taking care of him, it's fine if he can't die."

Chu Mu was obviously indifferent, but asked again: "Have you visited my sister?"

"Mm. Ms. Chu Huai has severe memory loss due to blood clots and tumors in her brain, and she often has headaches. She really needs treatment..."

Zhong Ying hesitated for a moment, feeling that no matter how much he said, it would be better for Chu Mu to meet her.

So, he paused, and added: "I asked Mr. Godello, he owed about [-] euros in gambling debts, and at the beginning he hoped to win Ms. Chu's medical expenses back in the casino, so the more he owed more."

"You also believe what the gamblers say."

Chu Mu lit the cigarette again, feeling extremely irritable, and chatted with Zhong Ying again for the first time.

"He is a bad gambler. He owes so much money sooner or later. He is just using my sister's illness as an excuse. He is also very suitable for my sister. He is not a good person."

Li Jinqiu couldn't understand him satirizing the patient, and asked instead: "How about you, what kind of a good person is it to compete with your seriously ill sister for the inheritance that was divided ten years ago?"

Chu Mu sneered, stopped, and saw Li Jinqiu like a knife.

Zhong Ying thought he was angry, but found that he had thrown away the cigarette butt and pointed to the stairs leading to the ground.

"arrive."

It was still early, and the neon signs in the basement hadn't been lit yet, and red and green light tubes could still be seen, twisting and twisting to form the word "bar".

Li Jinqiu frowned, "Are you bringing us to this kind of place to talk about serious business?"

"You said the place and I will decide. Is there any problem?"

Chu Mu walked in first, his voice still leisurely.

"Because I'm really not a good person, so I like to come to this kind of dubious place to talk about business."

The bar opens very early, and you can hear deafening electronic music and a strong smell of cigarettes when you open the door.

Apparently a happy place for a bunch of smokers and drinkers.

The lights inside were dim, and Zhong Ying was a little dizzy when he walked in.

He glanced over, and in broad daylight, there were quite a few people gathered in the bar, sitting in twos and threes drinking and laughing together, or playing cards and smoking.

From a distance, I saw a corner of the pool table, which is used for entertainment in the deeper part of the bar.

He expected Chu Mu to push open the door of a private room or office, at least to isolate the deafening background music.

As a result, Chu Mu sat directly at the bar and said to the bartender, "Three glasses of Corpse Reviver."

He should be familiar with the bartender, the brown-haired and blue-eyed bartender had a playful expression upon hearing this.

"Don't you have to open the door tomorrow?"

Chu Musui pointed at Zhong Ying, "It's not me who drinks."

Zhong Ying looked bewildered, seeing the bartender smiling and adding ice to the tall glass with a very elegant gesture.

Shiny ice cubes were placed in front of him, and he skillfully added colorful liquor to the shaker.

Satisfied with the other party's reticence, Chu Mu turned around and told Zhong Ying.

"Since you went to meet my sister, I guess, you are trying to persuade me to meet her this time, right?"

Zhong Ying was not surprised that Chu Mu knew clearly.

Obviously, over the years, people from all walks of life have tried countless methods, but they failed to persuade this stubborn owner of the musical instrument store.

"Yes."

Amidst the noisy electronic sound and the bartender's refreshing shaking pot, Zhong Ying said affirmatively, "I heard about Ms. Chu Zhiya's death, and I regret that I didn't report the news about Mr. Chu Shuming sooner. tell you."

"However, you have already lost an important relative, do you have the heart to lose another one?"

Chu Mu was noncommittal, staring at the bartender's movements intently.

"I couldn't bear it, so I thought, if you can drink three glasses of Corpse Reviver in a row, I'll go see my sister."

Before Zhong Ying could answer, the bartender who was concentrating on pouring the wine laughed lowly and rolled out the Corpse Reviver, which was as white as a calla lily.

The glass of wine was beautiful and elegant, exuding a faint aroma of wine in the room that smelled heavily of smoke.

However, Zhong Ying guessed that this wine is definitely not simple, otherwise Chu Mu would not be so easy to talk to.

He frowned slightly, but still stretched out his hand.

Such a decisive action caused the bartender to remind him.

"Children, is this your first time here?"

"Yes……"

It is true that Zhong Ying has never been to a bar, and he doesn't even know how to drink.

So Master laughed at him that he would never be able to play the drunkenness of "Drunken Maniac", and it is best to stay away from the songs composed by those drunken lunatics.

But Chu Mu made a condition, and he couldn't respond. It was only three glasses of wine, even thirty glasses, and he could drink them all in one go.

Therefore, Zhong Ying raised his wine glass carefully and said, "Boss Chu, you must keep your word."

The courage of the newborn calf made the bartender applaud uncontrollably.

"This is Corpse Reviver. It's sour and spicy, spicy and sweet, and sweet and bitter. If you don't hold enough alcohol, you will pour it down after drinking it. You may sleep for four or five days."

Chu Mu smiled hoarsely and said, "This wine has a nice Chinese name: The dead come back to life. The living can drink it to death, and the dead can drink it to life."

Such a description is too scary, Zhong Ying hesitated a little, and the wine glass in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Li Jinqiu stood beside him, holding the cup and looking down at Chu Mu who was watching the play leisurely.

He sneered and said, "He's only eighteen, don't teach bad children."

"Child?" Chu Mu felt that his logic was wrong, "It's eighteen, how about a child?"

Li Jinqiu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he drank it all in one gulp, and Zhong Ying didn't even have time to stop.

"Mr. Li!"

The Corpse Reviver is not much, and Li Jinqiu only felt that the back of his neck was burning, his throat was torn, and even his ears and eyes were burning when he drank it in one gulp.

But losing is not losing, he put down the goblet, stared at Chu Mu fiercely and said, "Come again."

The bartender looked approvingly, and Chu Mu watched with great interest.

"Okay, if you can help him drink, that's fine."

Soon, the banging of the flagon jug sounded again amidst the loud background music, preparing the remaining two glasses for Li Jinqiu.

Zhong Ying saw the bright red on Li Jinqiu's neck, and realized that the wine was unusually strong.

"Mr. Li, I'll drink the remaining two glasses, you've already done me a great favor..."

Li Jinqiu's ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear it clearly. He just felt that the unfamiliar "Mr. Li" was very harsh.

He squinted his eyes, suppressing the pain in his head, and still maintained the calmness of an adult.

"There will be a commemorative concert in two days, you can't have an accident."

"Brother Qiu." Li Jinqiu rubbed Zhong Ying's dark and soft hair, "I'll help you drink as much wine as you want."