from the golden generation

Chapter 247 Selling Pianos

At the end of the game, the Knicks had the last laugh.

Ewing was absent on the Knicks side and Pippen was absent on the Bulls side, so the Bulls did not gain an advantage in terms of players.

Gang leader Qiao was panting at the side, his anger had subsided, and now he looked at Yan Song who was suppressing his complacent mood, and couldn't help laughing.

"Good boy."

Qiao Dan has always had a high evaluation of Yan Song, but he will not praise Yan Song in front of Yan Song.

He was afraid that Yan Song would be too proud and lose himself.

But now it seems that Yan Song is much more mature, although he still has that childlike aura, but there is not much of it.

Yan Song has grown up. Of course, this is not a good thing for the entire league, but it is a good thing.

Countless teams want to get this big boy, and the conditions are not a problem. The Celtics can do so much for Duncan.

The Celtics will do the same in order to reinforce.

After defeating the Bulls, the news of the victory did not last long, and Stern once again deliberately revealed some news.

"The Knicks are suspected of entrapping rookies, and Yan Song is being used!"

This news resounded in every corner of the league, and everyone who saw the news was shocked.

They all have an idea in their heads, that is, Yan Song will be traded.

However, Yan Song's contract will not expire in two seasons, and the league's release of these news now seems to be a buffer and foreshadowing.

...

At Jordan's house, Pippen was a guest at his house.

Pippen looked at the news about Yan Song on TV and asked.

"Boy Yan, there was a lot of news at the end."

"Yeah, it's much more popular than our old guys."

Jordan used cigar scissors to cut off the front of the cigar, thought about it, but smiled.

"According to my experience, something will happen to Yan Song."

"Ok?"

Pippen was a little surprised, Yan Song was going to have an accident, what could happen to him?Recurrence of injury?

Jordan seemed to see Pippen's thoughts, he shook his head and continued.

"You didn't notice the recent news related to Yan Song. It's all about the Knicks' bad treatment of Yan Song, and it happened when all the teams wanted him."

"I feel that the Knicks may have committed a crime, but Stern kept it a secret. I can't guess what specific crime was committed."

"But such publicity is all for one thing!"

"what?"

Jordan stretched out a finger and said solemnly.

"Prepare for him to be traded."

After the words fell, Pippen lay back on the sofa.

It is impossible for the Knicks to trade Yan Song.

So Pippen asked.

"Ewing is injured now, and the Knicks have always been led by him, not to mention how the Knicks would trade this kid."

Pippen didn't believe it, Jordan thought about it, and said again.

"So, I said what did the Knicks do? Probably not voluntary either."

"In short, my intuition is not wrong, and everyone will know when the time comes."

After Jordan finished speaking, he turned off the TV, and Pippen waved his hand.

"Fuck, it's over after you finish talking, why turn off the TV?"

...

10th, rest day.

This day Yan Song wanted to go out for a walk with his younger sister as usual, but the little girl got up today and said nothing.

Yan Song can't help it, if the younger sister wants to stay, let him stay.

Yan Song was sitting in the living room watching TV, suddenly his head moved and he had many thoughts.

"I don't know what my sister's study status is like recently, hey, I'm too busy."

Yan Song beat his chest with self-blame, and continued to think.

"You should let my younger sister learn some specialties, so that I won't be able to do anything without myself in the future."

Thinking of this, Yan Song looked at the piano in the corner of the living room.

That is the treasure of the mall, and I bought it for 10 yuan.

But then, after buying the piano back, Yan Yaqi didn't touch it at all.

Yan Song got up and walked to the piano, sliding his fingers on it, and a thin layer of dust rubbed on his fingers.

At this moment, Yan Song's flesh hurts.

I blame myself for spending 10 yuan for the sake of face.

Money is not spent like this, Yan Song thinks it is not worth it.

Even if he sells the piano now, Yan Song will not be able to get back the money.

Yan Song estimates that this piano can be sold for [-] to [-] meters now.

With the idea of ​​selling the piano, Yan Song didn't make a private claim, he even went upstairs to ask Yan Yaqi's opinion.

"Sell it, sell it, take up space."

Yan Yaqi said something in a daze, then turned her head and got under the quilt again.

Seeing this, Yan Song dragged Yan Yaqi out, and asked Yan Yaqi again after she regained consciousness.

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Sure, very sure, if, if possible, can you give me some of the money from selling the piano?"

Yan Yaqi said, rubbing her fingers.

Yan Song glanced at her sideways, Yan Yaqi felt a chill go down her back, immediately waved her hand and said.

"Forget it, forget it, go get busy."

After dismissing Yan Song, Yan Yaqi fell asleep.

But Yan Song, who walked out of his sister's bedroom, was a little disappointed. He originally thought that Yan Yaqi would insist on not selling it, and would continue to study in the future.

But I didn't expect Yan Yaqi to answer so simply, it seems that the piano is not suitable for her sister.

...

Half an hour later, several moving workers came to the gate of Yan Song's villa.

The leader, wearing glasses, knocked on the door.

"Hi, we're here to get the piano."

After a while, the door of the villa was opened, and Yan Song greeted everyone warmly when he saw the visitor.

He called just now and called the person who came to buy the piano.

The other party heard about Yan Song's purchase price, so he came here to take a look and give a recovery price by the way.

The white man wearing glasses nodded towards Yan Song. Although he didn't know Yan Song, he would not discriminate against him.

Young and rich people like this are generally very powerful, so they only discriminate against ordinary people when they discriminate.

After Yan Song brought him to the piano, he went to the side to fetch water.

The white man leaned down, looked at the material of the piano, and stared.

One place has his name engraved on it.

"Damn, isn't this the piano I made myself?"

White men don't know what to say?
This piano was made by Lao Tzu himself. Now that I want to take back my own work, I really feel a little uncomfortable.

If the price you give is too low, won't your work be devalued?
But if you give too much, don't you still lose money?

The man touched the name on the piano. When the big boy asked him to take it back, he had already introduced himself.

As long as this young man is not a fool, he will know that he and the name engraved on the piano are the same.

The man fell silent, rubbing his chin with his hand.

At this moment, Yan Song came over with a water glass.

"Mr. Mark, how is the piano?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, the white man named Mark nodded heavily.

Sure enough, this kid remembered his name, he knew it earlier.

I don't want to engrave my name on the piano.

Mark hesitated, thought for a long time, and said.

"One hundred thousand and one meters of gold!"

(End of this chapter)