Chapter 83 Master? Help customers mourn!

Chapter 83 Master? Help customers mourn!

Master Lin?

Lin Yuan was stunned. His surname was Lin. When did he become a master?

But when I think about it carefully, it seems that I made a call to a customer last night.

Just as he was stunned, someone else's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"My eldest nephew, have you found the suona craftsman? You can't leave your father without a mourner, right?"

"Second uncle, don't worry, I've already called and I'm looking for him. Master Chen recently sucked abalone and got inflammation in his mouth. He can't blow it, so I can't do anything."

Listening to the chat between the two, Lin Yuan had an idea flash in his mind.

Thinking back to what he said when he was scolded last night, and what he said about keeping vigil at the mourning hall, and now he is looking for a suona to play the funeral.

Apparently, the person opposite thinks he is a master of suona?

Isn't it a coincidence? I just happened to have the skill of Suona.

I thought it would be completely useless before, but I didn’t expect it to come in handy so quickly.

And judging from the customer's tone, it seems that he is in a hurry to find a suona craftsman.

If he goes to help with the blowing at this time, even if the transaction cannot be completed on the spot, I believe that the customer will definitely come to him when he buys a house again.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan immediately smiled and replied: "Yes, I am Master Lin. I am calling to ask where your address is. I will be there in a moment."

Hearing this, the customer on the other end of the phone was extremely surprised and quickly replied politely: "Okay, okay, I'll send it to you right away. Sorry for the trouble!"

After hanging up the phone, I received a text message reminder on my phone soon after.

The photographer came over curiously and asked, "Who called."

Lin Yuan smiled lightly: "That customer you hit last night?"

"What?" The photographer looked shocked. Recalling the scene last night, his anus tightened: "He won't call you back to scold you, right?"

"That's not true. I made an appointment with him to meet for a while."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the photographer was completely confused.

"You still want to go find him? And you said he didn't scold you? Are you going to beat him up?"

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes at him, a little speechless.

"What are you thinking about? Hold on tight and don't leave any ink marks."

"Oh" The photographer looked at Lin Yuan, and the monk, who was a little over two feet tall, was confused for a moment.

The two of them hailed a taxi on the side of the road and went to the address given by the customer.

On the way, Lin Yuan looked at the private cars outside the window, then at the taxi he was riding in, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Then he looked at the photographer and said thoughtfully: "Tell me, since we run out every day, wouldn't it be a bit inconvenient to take a taxi all the time?"

"It's okay to see clients, but when you show clients a house, you can't let them take a taxi, right?"

"Why don't you go back and buy a car?"

The photographer thought for a while and felt that it made sense: "It's a bit inconvenient. In my impression, now you have to drive to show a house to a client. After all, you don't just see one house, you have to go back and forth to several houses. It’s too troublesome to take a taxi.”

"But... buying a car is so expensive. A car costs a lot of money! After all, we are still competing."

Lin Yuan shrugged nonchalantly: "It's better to sharpen your knife than chop wood. Besides, we now have more than 1 million in our pockets. Buying a car is all about it!"

"That's right." The photographer pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Then let's buy a cheaper one later and use it for transportation."

The two of them chatted along the way, and the car drove for more than half an hour before they knew it.

The scenery outside the window is quietly changing, gradually transitioning from bustling high-rise buildings to the tranquility of mountains, forests and rice fields.

The original asphalt road was gradually replaced by dirt and gravel, and the vehicles on the road became increasingly sparse, a bit like the road to the funeral parlor before.

According to the address given by the customer, it seems to be in a remote mountain village.

The old man lived there all year round, so after his death, the funeral was held directly in the village.

This is why they couldn't find a suona craftsman.

It's too remote, and there are very few people around who can play suona.

In addition, the previous master had an accident, which made the customer extremely anxious.

Looking at the pristine scenery outside the window, Lin Yuan felt that his whole mood became more relaxed.

It wasn't until another ten minutes passed that the car slowly stopped.

After getting off the bus, what came into view was a small mountain village with few red brick houses, flat-roofed houses, and even two-story villas.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the lush scenery is refreshing and refreshing.

It was only more than an hour before 12 o'clock.

There was a lot of thick smoke floating on the roof of one of the houses, as if they were cooking.

Looking not far to the left, the endless lake looks like shining golden dragon scales under the combination of sunshine and wind and waves.

With such a view, netizens in the live broadcast room said that they were in a fairyland.

Many people beg for the address and want to come here for vacation or retirement.

But at this moment, several black shadows suddenly appeared at the intersection ahead and hurried past.

The photographer was frightened and exclaimed: "Brother, what is that? A mouse? Damn it, it's so big?"

Lin Yuan also nodded in surprise.

This Mickey is indeed too big, and he must be too brave to dare to run on the road in broad daylight!

However, I thought it was normal to come here in the mountains and to have many Mickeys, so I didn’t think about it too much.

Just as Lin Yuan was standing at the entrance of the village at a loss, his cell phone suddenly rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was a call from a customer.

After the call was connected, an anxious voice came from the other side: "Hey!! Master Lin, are you here? Where are you!"

Lin Yuan smiled lightly: "We have arrived at the entrance of your village."

"Ah? Are you at the entrance of the village? Just wait a moment, I will pick you up right away!"

After speaking, he quickly hung up the phone and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the village.

In Lin Yuan's field of vision, a middle-aged man ran out of the house that was filled with thick smoke and ran wildly.

But when he came to Lin Yuan out of breath, he was dumbfounded.

When someone introduced him before, Master Lin was an old suona craftsman in his 50s, so he was called Master.

But the young man in front of me doesn't look like he is 50 years old, and I'm afraid he doesn't even look like he is 30 years old.

Could it be a mistake?

Thinking of this, the customer greeted with a suspicious look on his face: "Master Lin Lin, my surname is Cheng. Lao Wang must have told you before, right?"

Lin Yuan's face froze, and he smiled awkwardly: "Uh, I told you, where are you doing things? Take me there."

"Ah..." The customer looked at Lin Yuan in confusion and found that his hands were empty and he didn't bring anything. Suddenly, a bad premonition came to his mind.

In his impression, both the suona craftsmen and the shengxiao players took great care of their instruments.

When I go out to pick up work, I always carry a big box with me, and I won't let anyone touch it, let alone brag about it.

As a result, not only was Lin Yuan not the right age, he didn't even bring a musical instrument.

This made him feel even more that he had found the wrong person.

But now the other musicians have gathered, and even the suona craftsman doesn't dare to offend others easily.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead the way with a smile.

"Okay, please, Master Lin, come with me!"

He figured it out, no matter what, it can't be fake, and it can't be true. Anyway, this is the end of the matter, let's take it one step at a time.