The cup flew in the sky and hit the feet of the erhu player, and Peng's shattered.

Wang Lin and others were immersed in the sad atmosphere brought by the music, and were startled by the sudden sound.

The man who played the erhu was not frightened, and his tone was as steady as ever.

Looking at the whole song, the musical language of "Erquan Yingyue" is beautiful and compassionate. It is weak and weak, and it starts and turns, and it is always in a staggered and varied melody. It brings people the excitement of the soul.

Although the song is a bit sad, it is just a portrayal of the pain in the world. It would be a bit too much to say that it is a sad song.

The middle-aged man playing the erhu is completely immersed in the performance and ignores the external interference.

But the cup had already disturbed Wang Lin.

Wang Lin slowly glanced over there with his cold eyes and saw a few young men, one by one, fearing that others would not know that they could not afford to offend them.

The person who just cursed and threw the cup was a young man with a pinch of yellow hair.

By the early 1990s, perming and dyeing became popular.

But most of the people who perm their hair are women, and dyeing them is also to cover up their gray hair.

There are still very few men like this who dye their hair into other colors.

More young people like to keep the middle score, because the most handsome hairstyle of the four kings of the Heavenly King Guo is the middle score.

In the past, the perm was made of iron tongs, and in the 1980s, the largest barber shop in Shanghai, there were as many as hundreds of people queuing for perm every day, and three or four hundred people were welcomed every day. You can imagine the people who perm it.

How many are there.

As a time traveler, Wang Lin is not disgusted with perm and dyeing hair. It is everyone's freedom to pursue fashion trends.

But when Wang Lin saw the yellow hair in front of him, he felt a great disgust.

Uncle Zhong stood up suddenly and stared at the yellow-haired side coldly.

If the other party dares to move, Uncle Zhong will not mind teaching them how to behave.

Huangmao didn't know who he had offended. Seeing that the Erhu here was not boned, he slapped the table and shouted: "Don't you have ears? Tell you not to pull it! Can't hear it, right?"

Uncle Zhong walked up to the other side like an iron tower and said in a deep voice: "If you like to listen, listen; if you don't like to listen, shut up! Our boss likes to listen! If you make a noise, I will make you look good!"

Huangmao glanced at Uncle Zhong, reached out and pushed him over: "You and he—"

Before the two words of swearing were spoken out, Uncle Zhong's elbow hit the other party's chest.

The yellow-haired body was like a ball of soft cotton wool. It lost its strength and sat on the chair weakly.

Uncle Zhong said: "You're so good!"

They met face to face, and Uncle Zhong only hit each other for a moment. Huangmao’s accomplices didn’t know what had happened. When they saw Huangmao sitting down, they all smiled and said, “Is this a coward?”

Huangmao didn't move and didn't speak for a long time. It was not that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't speak at all. He felt a huge pain in his chest that he had never felt before, and his whole body was numb and he couldn't move at all.

Uncle Zhong turned around and left.

It was not until the Erhu that Huangmao recovered. He looked at Uncle Zhong in horror. He was about to curse a few times, but suddenly closed his mouth again.

Wang Lin took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the man who played the erhu: "It's good to pull it, you can tell that you have been practicing for decades, right?"

The middle-aged man took the money, said thank you, and said, "Yes, I started playing the erhu at the age of three, and I have been playing for more than forty years."

He took the little girl away.

Leng Meng asked curiously: "Why do he have such good skills? Is it not good to find a job?"

Wang Lin said calmly: "Do you think the income of others selling singing is not higher than that of jobs? In addition to the industry of singing being looked down upon by a small number of people, their income is not low."

He couldn't help but think of the live broadcast industry in later generations. When singing became a national profession, even celebrities could only make money by taking this opportunity.

Some of these artists who walk around the streets have real skills, but they don’t have a better platform. If there is a live video broadcast platform like later generations, they will be prosperous.

"Playing the erhu! Come here!" Huangmao pointed at the middle-aged man and said.

The middle-aged man knew that the other person was not a good person and ignored him.

His indifference instantly annoyed the yellow-haired.

Huangmao slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Are you deaf? Call you over! Did you hear it?"

Several other accomplices also cheered together: "Come here! Singing!"

The middle-aged man didn't want to offend others, so he said, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

"I didn't talk to you, I'm talking to the beauty! Girl, can you sing 18 models?"

"No." The little girl shook her head repeatedly.

"You can't even sing this? Do you dare to sing? Come on, I will teach you, I will make a lot of money on this in the future." Huangmao laughed.

Others laughed out loud, and the saliva sprayed out could flood the little girl.

The little girl often runs outside without being afraid, and keeps silent.

The middle-aged man winked at the little girl, and the two of them accelerated to leave.

But Huangmao stretched out her hand and wanted to pull the little girl.

The little girl hurriedly avoided and screamed.

This is Zhao Weiguo's barbecue city. He used to be a hot temper. Recently, he has been very angry because of his anger, but he cannot tolerate others bullying others on his own territory.

Zhao Weiguo strode over and said to Huang Mao: "Comrade, if someone makes two small money by singing, why bother them to make things difficult for them?"

"Oh, what's wrong with you?" Huang Mao stared at Zhao Weiguo.

Zhao Weiguo smiled and said, "We are doing business and are kind to make money. If anyone bullies people in my store and the police come later, then our store will be in trouble too, right?"

Huangmao said: "I'm not afraid of the police!"

He said he was not afraid, but he still didn't dare to act rashly. He glared at Zhao Weiguo fiercely and let the middle-aged man take the little girl away.

Seeing that there was no trouble, Zhao Weiguo turned around to entertain guests.

After Wang Lin and the others finished their midnight snack, they went home.

Zhou Boqiang and the others still have important work to do tomorrow, so they can go home early to rest.

The next morning, Wang Lin did not go to the contract signing site, but came to the company.

After finishing the work, Wang Lin called to inquire about Zhou Xia's signing.

Zhou Xia said that only dozens of households came to sign the contract. If this continues, the 80% signing rate will be difficult to complete.

She told Wang Lin again: "Our time is too fast. Other people's relocation projects usually take two years, and the shortest one is more than a year. How can we complete the task in two months like this? The relocation households must

Are you mentally prepared? You can’t talk about relocation today, but Ming asked them to sign a contract. This is too unreliable."

Wang Lin admitted that he had made mistakes in his previous judgment and was indeed a bit too hasty.

At this progress, even two years may not be able to complete the task.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "It's okay, I really can't be completed. Our project will be suspended first. I'm already contacting the Political Department and want to take over the land west of Hongguang Road."

Zhou Xia said: "But the area west of Hongguang Road is not as good as the one in the east."

Wang Lin said: "It's not cost-effective to settle for the second best. If we delay this for a few years and still have to pay a lot of capital."

Zhou Xia sighed helplessly: "Okay!"

By this day, the number of contracted households has not exceeded 100.

It seems that this project is much more difficult than Wang Lin imagined.

A few more days passed in a blink of an eye.

Wang Lin doesn't care about how much contract he signed.

Because Bach and his colleagues will come to Shencheng on this day.

Wang Lin personally led the team to the airport to welcome Bach.

Bach's surgery was very successful and he recovered well, but he looked like he had lost more than ten pounds and felt like he had lost a lot.

"Oh, Mr. Wang! Thank you for picking up the plane." Bach and Wang Lin gave a bear hug.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Welcome to Mr. Bach and colleagues of Hill Group to visit our company. I have arranged the hotel and lunch, and ask the three of you to get in the car."

"Thank you!" Bach shook hands with Wang Lin again.

After arriving at Huamei Hotel, Wang Lin invited the three of them to the presidential suite that they had booked in advance.

Bach was moved to see Wang Lin’s arrangements so thoughtful and said, “My condition has improved, and there is no need for a nurse to take care of me.”

Wang Lin said: "No matter whether it works, you need to keep them first!"

Bach said: "This is the most grand reception I have ever received. Thank you very much for Mr. Wang. I came here this time mainly to thank you for your life-saving grace. Last time in Huacheng, if Mr. Wang hadn't helped me, I

I've been to heaven long ago."

Wang Lin repeatedly said that it was a waste of effort, but it was not worth mentioning.

After making arrangements, Wang Lin invited Bach and his party to dinner.

Bach said that their itinerary in China will only be waiting for two days, and they have booked a plane the day after tomorrow to return to Germany.
To be continued...