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Chapter 7: Give Some Sweetness

Chapter 7 Give Some Sweetness

Recently, the negotiations between Qiao and Adler Group have reached the final stage. The representative of the other party is a difficult British man who has many demands. He doesn't like to talk business in the office or at the dining table. He likes a secluded coffee shop, and he can't accept the coffee taste too light or too strong.

Qiao Mochuan thought about it for a long time and decided to go to Verdelite, which he often goes to. After all, it is close to the company, the environment is quiet, and he has a fixed reserved private room there.

After finally getting the matter basically settled, he sent the British representative away, walked out of the box slowly with long legs, and heard a soothing and beautiful piano sound coming from the corner.

Qiao Mochuan paused, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he almost immediately noticed the change in the piano sound.

He is too familiar with this coffee shop. The coffee tastes the same all year round, the aromatherapy always has a special smell, and even the pianist is a full-time employee hired for a long time at a high price. He has never changed for so long, and his playing style has always been very fixed.

But this one now -

he unconsciously stopped and listened carefully.

There is basically no problem with the overall technique and control. Each note is played well. When the tune is melodious, the sliding of a series of notes seems to be glued together, making it almost impossible to detect the fingertips jumping.

However, what is more outstanding than these is the amazing expressiveness conveyed by the progressive superposition of the melody, which can almost be said to be first-class.

Qiao Mochuan curled his lips, walked around the pillars of the corridor with interest, and looked at the round platform across the lattice in the middle of the cafe.

The slender young man sat upright beside the piano. From this angle, the movement of his fingers could not be seen clearly. Only his focused profile and the smooth movement of his wrists could be seen, like rolling mountains.

The sound of the piano poured out from his fluttering fingertips, and the light melody seemed like the sound of a mountain spring. And his expression was intoxicated, nodding slightly with the rhythm, his feet lightly stepping on the pedals, and the trembling aftertaste was all around him, as if it was a painting scroll and pleasing to the eye.

Qiao Mochuan's pupils shrank immediately. It was that Lin Jianxi again!

Over and over again, is there really such a coincidence in the world?

Qiao Mochuan never believed in coincidences. After all, he was best at creating coincidences, so many guesses flashed through his mind, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

"Why did you change the pianist here?" He directly called the manager over and asked directly.

"It's like this, Mr. Qiao, you know the original pianist Xiao Wu, he is not in good health, and this time he got sick suddenly, so we temporarily found a part-timer to take over for a while." The man nodded and explained. "Well

," Qiao Mochuan raised his eyebrows lightly without comment, "How long has he played in Verdelite?"

"For a while, I think, he is a college student, and he has always worked very hard. It's not easy to study and work at the same time." The manager had a good impression of Lin Jianxi and couldn't help but say a few more good words.

Could it really be an accident?

Qiao Mochuan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression gradually deepened.