A Promising Youth

Chapter 37 Symphony of Fate

“Artist.”

He shuddered at my yell, and his eyes obviously wimped outt... would someone with real ability wimp out?

“Who... who the hell are you?

If you're a peer, let's not smash each other's jobs, or else I'll make you lost job in coaching industry in R City!”

He gritted his teeth and had the audacity to threaten me.

I pursed my lips and nodded heavily, saying,

“I am just an ordinary worker in the garment factory. When our children choose tutors, we are parents and want to hear the teacher play the piano, don’t we have this qualification?”

Once he heard that I was just a worker, he pursed his lips, stifled his laughter and said.

“Ok! Of course I can play it, but let's say if I just play it, we need double tuition fee!

I shook my head and sneered, looked at the idiot and said.

“It's not about ‘can play it’, but ‘play well’, showing that you have the quality to teach my kids before I'll pay double!

“Deal!”

As he said that, he lifted the lid and was about to play. I immediately stopped him and said.

“What's your name? Do you have a business card?”

He hurriedly pulled out a business card from the bag next to him, where he was collecting money, and handed it to me.

The next moment, he popped up.

While listening to him play, I took the information on the business card and sent it to Sienna by text message, “Find out for me what this guy is.”

For a moment, she replied.

“Matteo, can you not be so boring? I had so much work.”

I immediately lied to her and said.

hurry up and

Clara in two days, now with

Maybe the piano was a bit old, plus his level was not good. It had no emotion

the applause, Clara and

artist stood up

to teach these children?!!! If the piano wasn't a bit old, you would

I don't know anything about music? I'll let you see what

pushed him out of the way and sat down directly at

looking at me with a curious face and

can play

lips, patted the bench next to me, asked her

college. I can’t

to the keys, closed my eyes for ten seconds, brewed my

memory all at once took me to the prison, the prison library, where there

he played

know what thoughts this

He asked me.

dumbly, but was struck by

teacher played a thick note

but we have to fall at its feet. In spite of this, there are still many who go on and never give up, because the history of human civilization is a history of struggle! So,

hope from music, and the first time I had a fervent desire to learn

four years of prison, whenever I was tired of studying, the broken pedal piano became my best companion to relieve my depression, and the music teacher who taught me was once the leader of a

with each note striking my heart. Life was never as good as it seemed, as

was only by fighting that we could see the hope of the

should dare

tilted my head, took a deep breath, and the whole rehearsal room, as the music ended, was

the principal

from

looked coldly at “the Artist” and

these children? For your level, do you deserve to charge ten thousand

then suddenly shouted at

very well either! What the

principal did not know anything about music, he

playing blindly, coming from

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