Chapter 641: Look at the face

After the greeting, the people on both sides dispersed separately, Mu Zi accompanied Jiang Zhinuan to get the piano upstairs, and Gu Yan accompanied Ning Yuewei to continue playing the piano on the first floor.
This piano shop is a century-old brand. It not only sells pianos, but also provides maintenance and repair services. The famous piano masters in the shop only make five pianos a year, and each piano can be sold at a high price of more than 100,000. If it is auctioned, The price is higher.
The clerk took them to the VIP room, then fetched Jiang Zhinuan's piano, auditioned on the spot, and repacked it.
The guqin is very heavy and is held by Wang Zilong.
Wang Zilong took this opportunity to say to Jiang Zhinuan: "Zhannuan, such a heavy thing, I'll accompany you next time, just like Zhuang Jia's thin arms, and the strings are not thick, I can't hold them at all."
Zhuang Jia immediately said: "Next time? Are you cursing Zhi Nuan's piano to break again?"
Wang Zilong had eaten again, and wanted to tear Zhuang Jia, but Zhuang Jia was a good friend of Jiang Zhinuan, and Wang Zilong could only shut his mouth angrily.
They met Gu Yan and Ning Yuewei again downstairs.
"...The surface of the piano is fine paulownia wood, the real ancient lacquer, and the gray tires are made of antler cream. The pronunciation of such a guqin is loose and round, even if it is used for hundreds of years." The clerk in the piano shop said Ning Yuewei recommended it with all her heart.
Ning Yuewei also seemed quite satisfied, nodding slightly, with an elegant and noble temperament.
With her eyes rolling, she saw Mu Zi and her friends coming over, holding the piano in her hands, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of piano are you?"
Jiang Zhinuan glanced at the piano that the clerk was packing, knowing it was very expensive, and said ashamed: "My piano is just an ordinary practice piano."
"Why don't you buy a better one?" Ning Yuewei smiled gently, "The piano is better, and the person who plays it is in a better mood."
"I haven't been studying for a few years, and I want to wait until I become proficient, and then buy a good piano, so as not to disappoint the piano master." Jiang Zhinuan said.
Jiang's family is Qingliu, not a wealthy family. Jiang Zhinuan's answer is reasonable, but he somehow provokes Ning Yuewei.
The smile on Ning Yuewei's face was still there, but her eyes became cold for a moment.
At this time, the clerk had packed the guqin properly, and Ning Yuewei smiled politely at them, leaving with Gu Yan.
The Bugatti Veyron outside the store was indeed Gu Yan's car. Gu Yan carefully put the piano in the back seat, and then drove Ning Yuewei away.
Mu Zi and his party are inexplicable.
"This Miss Ning has a really big temper." Zhuang Jia and the others left, and said unhappily, "It seems that someone from Jingling is superior."
Jiang Zhinuan was smirked, and he felt a little uncomfortable, "Looking at the second young master, this Miss Ning should have a background."
Wang Zilong was careless. He didn't see the change in Ning Yuewei's expression just now, and only urged: "Let's go quickly too, this piano is so heavy!"
He can't hold it anymore.
Everyone looked at Wang Zilong with contempt, walked out of the piano shop together, and got on the car.
"I may know who this Ning Yuewei is." Zhuang Jia got into the car and went gossiping with them, "Didn't Gu Er Shao just say that her uncle is a senator? I heard that Situ's family might be with them. The Gu family is married, and her uncle must be Situ Yan!"
Wang Zilong asked: "Who is Situ Yan?"
"Oh my God, don't you watch the news? A popular candidate for the president!" Zhuang Jia said, chuckling, "Yes, of course you don't know, your school is isolated from the world, haha!"
Wang Zilong snorted.
Jiang Zhinuan smiled and said: "Jiajia, I thought you would only chase stars, so you still care about current affairs."
"I don't usually care, but this Situ Yan is handsome." Zhuang Jia smiled and said, "I also voted for him, because he looks a bit like Mu Zi, I feel kind in my eyes."
"Really? I will vote for him when I look back." Jiang Zhinuan smiled.
They are both over eighteen years old and can vote in the general election.
Wang Zilong, who drove ahead, was speechless: "Does the election of a president have to look at his face now?"