"You… Well, Uncle, how do you want me to prove it?" Cheng Yiran thought for a while and asked.
The old man replied in a cold voice, "Humph! You said that it is important to you, very important to you, and I want you to prove it, but you ask me on how? Is that reasonable?"
"I…"Cheng Yiran had nothing to say.
He was getting more and more anxious. As time passed, his desire to leave got stronger and stronger---His intuition told him that maybe Hong Guan's playing could help him wake up the lost ability of his to play that guitar.
It was an eager desire and it even made him believe that it would be much more difficult to get another chance if he lost the opportunity this time.
He didn't want to waste time with the weird old man here… the best way to solve this was to buy the bass at a high price.
But obviously, the weird old man intended to create trouble for him… Maybe he wanted to raise the price?
