"Cough... SanNa... What are you saying? Quickly apologize to this gentleman... I can feel that he is indeed concerned about me. Thank you!"
The middle-aged man spoke anxiously, and after saying that, he began to cough violently.
The chubby woman blushed but still stubbornly said, "Darling, I'll take you to the hospital now, but I will never apologize to a Chinaman!"
Chou Ping was initially relieved by the sincere attitude of the middle-aged man, but the nationalist remarks from the chubby woman added a touch of annoyance.
Ignorant fool! Chou Ping coldly snorted in his heart, let you experience the taste of losing loved ones again.
Without further persuasion, he turned and walked away.
Behind him, the chubby woman said, "See, I've exposed his identity. He has no face to stay here anymore."
Outside the restaurant, Chou Ping took a deep breath. The good mood that had just restarted was spoiled by that pig-like woman.
Adjusting his emotions, Chou Ping put on a smile and comforted himself, "Hey, what's there to be angry about? Everything will restart, why bother caring."
Although the chubby woman had a sharp tongue, the middle-aged man was reasonable and polite. If given the chance, Chou Ping wouldn't mind helping him.
According to his memory, Chou Ping arrived at the hardware and glass shop, where a cunning bald guy poked half his body out.
"Sir, may I ask what you need?"
...
"Five square feet of bulletproof glass, plus the installation fee, a total of five hundred dollars." Same quote.
"Five hundred dollars? Why don't you just rob me? I can only afford a hundred dollars at most for both. Your glass isn't worth that much, the extra is for labor!" Chou Ping cut it down to one-fifth directly.
The bald guy gestured outside, and Chou Ping followed his gaze in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"Please leave."
Chou Ping: "..."
"Okay, buddy, how about two hundred dollars? If not, forget it."
"Ok, deal. Where's your home? I can go there now."
Seeing the bald guy agreeing so readily, Chou Ping instantly felt like he stepped on dog poop.
He probably got tricked by this guy again; the actual payment must be lower than this price.
The two got on the pickup truck, returned to the apartment, and an hour later...
"Hey, look at how sturdy this glass is. Your two hundred dollars are well spent." The bald guy proudly said.
Chou Ping still asked him to convey his "greetings" to his family elders and impatiently sent him away.
Afterward, Chou Ping also left. Since time could restart, he could resume his piano learning schedule.
Despite his poor foundation, Chou Ping always believed in the saying that with enough effort, even an iron pestle could be ground into a needle—except for the exception of a solid foundation in talent.
Arriving at the doorstep of Tammy's house, Chou Ping knocked on the door. Seeing Chou Ping standing at the door, Tammy seemed surprised.
"Hi, Chou, I thought you wouldn't come."
Chou Ping smiled, "I had something in the morning."
Tammy's face lit up with a big smile, "Come in, come in."
After entering, the first thing Tammy did was to find an excuse to let the two little girls inside leave early.
"Um, Chou, you see, I didn't know when you would come, so..."
"It's okay. How about leaving your contact information? I'll inform you in advance before coming next time." Chou waved his hand indifferently.
Seeing the sincerity of the reward, Tammy's attitude towards Chou Ping was exceptionally warm.
After all, her normal lesson fee was only fifty dollars, and she could teach at most two students together for a total of six hours, earning only six hundred dollars. This was far less than what Chou Ping offered, making Chou Ping a genuine local wealthy man in her eyes.
"Chou, let's review the posture and fingerings we learned yesterday, and then based on your proficiency, we'll plan the next teaching schedule."
Hearing this, Chou Ping sat directly in front of the piano, hands open, fingers pressing on the keys.
Tammy nodded secretly; Chou Ping's movements this time were very standard. Although he learned slowly, his foundation was quite solid.
"Not bad, Chou. You did very well. It seems you already have the demeanor of a master!" Tammy applauded.
"Tammy teacher, you are too kind."
"So, let's review fingerings now."
Chou Ping didn't speak, opened the sheet music, took a deep breath, and slowly began to play.
A simple Hanon, with no difficulty, was perfect for practicing fingerings.
There was only one pause in the middle, and Chou Ping unexpectedly played the piece flawlessly.
Tammy was somewhat surprised.
"Chou, did you practice seriously after you went back yesterday? You played very well!"
Chou Ping furrowed his brows. He couldn't master anything at the beginning, and Tammy's teaching almost lost confidence.
Why did she praise him so much today, right after he arrived? Was she afraid that he wouldn't learn and discouraged him, so she was trying to coax him?
If that were the case, it would be absolutely unacceptable.
So Chou Ping said firmly, "Tammy teacher, if there is any problem, please point it out. I am determined to learn the piano well and can withstand setbacks!"
Tammy was somewhat speechless, "Chou, as a beginner who just started learning the piano, you've already done well. Why would I discourage you?"
"Tammy teacher, don't fool me. If you can really help me master the piano, I will definitely express my gratitude generously!" Chou Ping continued.
Tammy's eyes suddenly lit up. Was there such a good thing?
"Cough, Chou, your performance is indeed much better than yesterday. However, there are still some flaws. Now let's correct these flaws."
Six hours later, Tammy took a deep breath. Could it be that she wasn't suitable for teaching? Chou Ping, as a beginner, could practice and play well after one session, indicating his strong insight.
But why couldn't she correct the few remaining flaws, even after spending six hours?
"Chou, let's stop here today. You can go back and practice, okay?" Tammy covered her forehead.
"Okay, thank you!"
After practicing the piano for six hours straight, Chou Ping also felt a bit tired.
Leaving Tammy's house, Chou Ping rubbed his stomach. He didn't feel hungry while practicing the piano with full concentration, but now that he was out, why was he so hungry?
Chou Ping felt a bit surprised. He initially thought that he would have a hearty appetite for lunch, and after eating so much, he wouldn't feel hungry until the evening.
This was not scientific at all, not in line with the law of conservation of energy!
Muttering to himself, Chou Ping walked into the nearby fast-food restaurant.
Thanks to Chou Ping's early warning, the fast-food restaurant was not affected by the robbery incident last night and could operate normally today.