The pangolin walked up to Han Sanqian, and asked softly, "Why don't we give up this round, anyway, we were ahead just now. Let's fight him for the last round."

Han Sanqian didn't speak, but raised his head slightly and looked at the bead curtain: "There really isn't the qin I want here."

"Sir, you can talk about the style of the piano, and we can arrange craftsmen to make it at any time." Inside the bead curtain. The voice rang out.

"That's right, there is a large craftsman's room under the flower boat, where you can do anything." Someone sneered.

"Yes." Han Sanqian nodded.

In fact, he didn't really want to compete, but because he suddenly thought of Qin and Su Yingxia, he naturally wanted to be here. Play a song for her, as a sacrifice to the thoughts in my heart.

Han Sanqian is naturally familiar with the piano, and is also very familiar with its principles and structure. At the moment, there are only a few paintings. He took out the blueprint and handed it to the waitress.

next. A group of people returned to their seats and took a short rest.

During the break. The group of people on the opposite side kept looking at Han Sanqian with funny eyes from time to time. The pangolin felt very guilty, but Han Sanqian on the side had already returned to the earth and Su Yingxia's little by little.

There is bitterness and joy, but in the end it all turns into honey, sweet in my heart.

"Crunch!"

About half an hour later, as the sound of wood rubbing against the floor suddenly sounded in the hall, everyone looked up and saw a black and white piano being slowly pushed in.

A group of people raised their heads and looked sideways, even the women in white and green clothes within Zhulian couldn't help but look up at this time.

"What the hell is this?"

"Is this also called a piano?"

A group of people discussed in low voices. Although everyone is proficient in temperament, they are still very puzzled by this strange piano.

Han Sanqian got up slightly, and walked to the side of the piano in a few steps. The speed was fast but the workmanship was indeed fine. Although compared with professional piano makers, the accuracy of the piano sound was not particularly good, and some details were handled relatively well. It's unfamiliar, but generally speaking, Han Sanqian is already very satisfied with having such a piano in Bafang World.

Wei Wei sat down and touched the familiar piano, Han Sanqian showed a faint happy smile.

And almost at the same time, the young master also sat down beside the piano that had been prepared in advance, and glanced at Han Sanqian with disdain. A competition on the piano officially started...

As the young master's slender hand slowly moved the strings, a leisurely sound of the piano sounded in the piano.

Sometimes tactful, sometimes high-pitched.

Everyone nodded again and again, and soon immersed in the sound of music.

"Yes, yes, yes. Great, great, great"

"Haha, this guy is simply the god of the piano, every note is almost accurate, not bad at all."

"Indeed, the so-called lingering sound is nothing more than that."

"If you want to talk about the attainments of the piano, I think. There is no need to compare. The sound of the piano alone has already won."

A group of young masters talked with eloquence. He didn't hesitate to praise that young master's piano art.

At this time, inside the bead curtain, the woman in green also moved slightly with the sound of the piano. When she set her eyes on the woman in white, she nodded slightly, which was regarded as approval.

"good!"

As the sound of the piano ended, everyone applauded. JrNovels.com