Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 292 - 293: A Cry from the Depths of the Soul

Chapter 292: Chapter 293: A Cry from the Depths of the Soul

Zhang Yuanyuan nodded, "Yeah, I understand, but Sister Jinxia, will that lady really come over tomorrow?"

He Jinxia actually had no idea either, but she couldn’t show it.

Panic is contagious, and Zhang Yuanyuan was already quite panicked. If she expressed her inner thoughts, it would probably only make things worse, making her restless as well.

She said, "She should come, she promised us, and that woman is also a fan of mine, even just for me... she should turn up, right?"

Even He Jinxia herself wasn’t too sure as she spoke.

Zhang Yuanyuan laughed with a "pfft," "Haha, should? Can’t you give a definite answer?"

He Jinxia shrugged her shoulders, teasingly replied, "Can’t, I have no idea about my own charm."

She looked around and chose a path, "Let’s go, since we’ve already found the guest, let’s hurry up and buy the decorative ornaments; we must make the room nice and pretty."

Anything related to ancient style, He Jinxia was very familiar with.

First, she headed straight to the stationery store to buy brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, then she went to a jewelry store to buy some red tassels, embroidered with the characters "xi" and "fu".

There were quite a few jewelry stores related to ancient style nearby, including an antique street. Additionally, with plenty of funds, both started shopping liberally.

On the other hand, Zhang You and his team adopted a strategy opposite to He Jinxia’s.

Zhang You discussed with Ji Jiaming and decided first to buy all the decoration materials, and only after purchasing them, consider the problem of attracting customers.

The two entered a music store, comparing prices at three different places along the way, buying the instruments that met the criteria, looked good, and were cheaper.

After buying the last reserved instrument, they still had over seven hundred left, which made Zhang You think about buying a guitar.

After giving it some thought, he decided to buy it and told Ji Jiaming before entering the music store to purchase the guitar.

Ji Jiaming, seeing that there was money left, didn’t stop him; after all, they had bought what was needed, and whatever Zhang You wanted to do with the rest was his choice.

He sat on a public bench by the road, lowered his head looking at the shopping bags, and checked off each item on his list.

There was no issue with the small items, and he turned his head towards the larger items, double-checking them against his list.

As he counted, he suddenly furrowed his brow, feeling like they had forgotten something.

He muttered, "Wait, did we forget to buy something..."

Thinking left and right, up and down, his entire face scrunched up in concentration, Ji Jiaming still couldn’t figure it out and helplessly rubbed his head, eyes fixed on that pile of instruments.

Instruments, instruments, so many instruments...

Wait, so many instruments, how were they going to display them?

It’s not possible to hang every instrument by nailing it, right?

Ji Jiaming stared blankly, a lightbulb went off in his head, and he suddenly exclaimed, "A rack, we didn’t buy the horizontal racks!"

"Zhang You, come back, don’t buy the guitar, we still need to buy racks, Zhang You!!"

The entire street was filled with Ji Jiaming’s soul-seeping scream of terror.

True to his title as a soul singer~

Zhang You was in the music store, struggling mightily to haggle with the shopkeeper.

He had his eye on a guitar, but it required eight hundred and fifty, and he tried hard to communicate with the shop owner, hoping to reduce the price by one hundred and fifty.

The money he had left was just over seven hundred, with a little change left over to buy water!

Bargaining was a novel experience for Zhang You, as he had lived without worries about food and clothing from childhood, and his family reached a well-off status, providing enough for Zhang You to pursue his hobbies.

As a child, his musical instruments were bought by his parents.

After growing up and entering high school, he joined a music club at school, played music with a band there, and eventually became the lead guitarist and later the lead vocalist.

The school participated in many activities and some external competitions, winning numerous awards and prize money, so even if his parents stopped providing money for his music later, Zhang You could continue his hobby on his own merit.

Latter, the prize money he earned increased, the musical equipment he bought became more upscale, and he smoothly entered university and became a prominent figure, then shot to fame after participating in a talent show.

Zhang You’s life could really be described as "smooth sailing."

"Boss, seven hundred, seven hundred will do," Zhang You, holding the guitar and wearing a mask, looked sincerely at the shop owner.

"No way, young man, this guitar is imported from abroad, it uses very good materials, and it’s genuinely worth the price, you get what you pay for, there are guitars for seven hundred available here."

He knew there were, but the problem was the seven hundred category guitars, he didn’t like any of them!

Zhang You held onto the guitar firmly and kept at the same price, "Seven hundred, boss, you earn a bit less, I only have seven hundred RMB on me, I really like this guitar, just seven hundred, boss, seven hundred, seven hundred!"

The owner waved his hands at him, "No way, I can’t do it at that price."

Zhang You, "You can do it, definitely, seven hundred, seven hundred!"

The owner became agitated, "Our shop operates on a small margin, you’re bargaining too hard, eight hundred, eight hundred has to be okay, take it if you want it."

Zhang You reached into his pockets and pulled out all his money, putting it on the counter, "This is all I have, boss, I only have seven hundred, the change is for buying water."

He had twenty RMB in change. Seeing that the owner still would not budge, Zhang You gritted his teeth, took out ten RMB from it and put it on the stack of RMB, sincerely saying, "Add another ten, seven hundred and ten!"

The shop owner, "..."

A muffled chuckle sounded, its source unknown.

The shop owner, "No, really can’t do—"

Zhang You quickly interrupted, "It can be done, seven hundred and ten, seven hundred and ten will work!"

The shop owner looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, and after a tense standoff, he sighed helplessly, "Okay, okay, take it then."

The shop owner had just turned around to get a box to pack the guitar when suddenly, a soulful roar came from the entrance of the shop:

"Don’t—buy—it—"

"We—forgot—to—buy—a—stand!!"

At the crucial moment, Ji Jiaming arrived, quickly gathered the money on the table, and ran off even letting his mask fall off.

Ji Jiaming bent over, panting, grabbed Zhang You, and said, "I, we forgot to buy a stand, a horizontal rack for holding instruments, you mentioned before that you wanted to buy it, but it didn’t make it on the list, we, we need to go buy the stand first!"

Zhang You looked dazed, "Ah? The stand... we didn’t buy the stand?"

Ji Jiaming shook his head, "No, we have to go and buy it now."

Zhang You looked at the shop owner, then at Ji Jiaming, feeling a bit uneasy, "But I’ve already agreed on the price."