Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Three

Shen Long suddenly understood the meaning of Aunt Guo Yan's leaving him and Guo Yan here. If they lived in Aunt Guo Yan's house, it would be equivalent to relying on them, and their urgency to find a job would be greatly reduced.

It’s like looking for a job when a college student graduates. If you are looking for a job by renting a house in an unfamiliar city, even if you don’t want to, you have to go to the talent market to try your luck every day, because he has to spend money every day; But maybe, if the arrangement is made at home, it’s better to talk about it. If there is no arrangement, and I am not active, then I may not know when it will be delayed, and even a little exaggerated, I will start to gnaw at home.

"Make money? How do you... Qiming, you don't... you don't want to go out to perform, right?" Guo Yan suddenly panicked. She has seen street performers in New York's squares and underground passages these days. , now seeing that Shen Long was about to go out with the cello, he guessed it right away.

"Qiming, let's stop being self-willed, okay? If you think it's embarrassing to go to the restaurant to wash the dishes, why don't I go?" Guo Yan was about to cry. They were members of the symphony orchestra when they were in the capital. , stay in a comfortable concert hall, and perform for a high-quality audience with status and culture. Now you ask Guo Yan to perform on the street, and she thinks it is more terrifying than going to a restaurant to wash dishes.

Washing dishes and washing dishes in a restaurant is just staying in the kitchen without accepting other people’s pointers, but going to perform on the street. How is that different from the lower-class performers under the overpass in the capital in the early days? In Guo Yan's heart, symphony music is high-ranking, while street performances are low-level, which she can't accept at all.

"Guo Yan, I started practicing piano at the age of eight, and it has been twenty-seven years now. I don't know what else I can do in my life other than music? Since God gave me this craft, I have to rely on this craft Thinking of a way out, it’s not shameful for us to rely on craftsmanship; didn’t many of those who performed under the bridge back then became people’s artists?” Shen Long said solemnly, ah, Guo Yan still hasn’t experienced the beatings of capitalism, and Don't lose face!

Wang Qiming seems to be the same. In the original book, when he first came to the United States to work, a colleague heard that he was a cellist, so he was invited to perform at his home. The man obviously had good intentions, but Wang Qiming was furious when he heard this, and fought with him. In the final analysis, they are still too comfortable in the country.

Although domestic symphony orchestras don’t make much money, they are in charge of everything. They just need to concentrate on practicing and performing. When they go out and say that they work in a symphony orchestra, no matter what other people think, they will A few compliments, oh, that's an artist, amazing.

Over time, they developed the habit of being superior and ungrounded. When they heard that they were going to perform on the street, Guo Yan had such a big reaction.

"Qi Ming..." Guo Yan still couldn't turn the corner, she wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Shen Long, "Let's stop arguing, see if this works, the restaurant doesn't pay us a month's salary Eight hundred? An average of twenty-six or seven dollars a day; let’s take this as the standard,

I'll try it for three days. If I can earn one hundred and twenty dollars in these three days, then I will continue to do this. If I can't earn it, I will listen to you and wash the dishes for others! "

"One hundred and twenty dollars for three days?" This is worth her salary for the past year, Guo Yan felt that he would definitely not be able to do it, and then she suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Isn't it 40 dollars a day? Why do you set a higher standard than washing dishes in a restaurant?"

"This is not an indoor performance. There is also a roof to shelter you from the wind and rain. If the weather is bad, don't you have to stay at home? Besides, I can't go to work every day. Why don't you prepare a vacation for yourself, take you out shopping, buy some gifts for Ningning?" Shen Long said seriously.

"Pfft!" This made Guo Yan amused, "De Xing, you are thinking about giving yourself a vacation before you earn a dime."

Seeing her laughing through tears, Shen Long knew that the barrier in her heart had loosened, so he patted her on the shoulder, "Come on, it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a walk, maybe I'll foolishly drag it there for a day, and it turns out all the time." Didn't make any money!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know what you are capable of?" Just now, she didn't want to let Shen Long go out to perform, but now Guo Yan began to blame him for underestimating herself, "You are also the chief cellist of our orchestra. When you come to the United States, there will definitely be people who appreciate your performance."

"Well, let me lend you a good word. When I make money today, I'll take you to a big meal!" These days, the soup and water were scarce every day, and Shen Long almost knelt down.

"What kind of big meal do you want to eat? If you earn money, you have to save it, pay the rent, and pay back the money to your aunt!" Guo Yan said this, but the delicious chicken wings of KFC couldn't help popping up in Guo Yan's mind...

"Isn't there an underground passage there? I saw someone playing a violin in it yesterday. Let's go there?" After coming out, Guo Yan kept giving Shen Long a venue for street performances.

Then Shen Long rejected them one by one, "It's not good in the interior, haven't you noticed, there are some poor people around the interior, they don't know how to appreciate classical music, what they like is rock music, where we go to perform, we must starve to death... this The place is not suitable, this is Financial Street, those capitalists are as busy as dogs trying to make money, they walk with the wind, so there is still time to stop and enjoy the music..."

Shen Long is also a person who has experience in street performances, he knows how to choose a place, Guo Yan was taken aback when he heard these words, "Okay, Qiming, co-author these days you took me to wander around New York, Just thinking about this... I want to see what kind of place you can find to come out."

"You'll know when you get there!" Shen Long smiled without saying a word. The only places where he can appreciate the charm of classical music are those places where colleges and universities are concentrated, near churches, and places frequented by true art lovers.

After half an hour, Shen Long got off the bus with Guo Yan, and what appeared in front of them was a group of huge buildings distributed in the form of finished products, with a large square in the middle of the form.

"I think this place is good, let's perform here!" Shen Long took off the cello from his back, carried it and walked to the small square next to it, where several street performers had already started performing .

"No, Qiming, this is the Lincoln Center for the Arts! Are you going to perform here?" Guo Yan still didn't say a word, aren't you just playing tricks!