"Don't worry, don't worry. Can't you just ask the director?”
Huang Lei came out wearing an apron. He only spoke when he saw everyone's worried faces.
This was a live broadcast. Everyone had a cameraman following them. Nothing would happen.
"One hundred yuan for a message."
Wang Zhengyu glanced at Huang Lei. The nature of the black-hearted boss was already obvious.
"Aren't you too ruthless? A message costs 100 yuan. Why don't you rob someone?”
Ju Jingyi was furious.
"That's right. Director, you're going too far.”
Zhang Zifeng said angrily.
Huang Lei had already picked up his slippers and walked towards Wang Zhengyu angrily.
"Forget it, Teacher Huang, forget it.”
He Jiong acted as the peacemaker and quickly hugged Huang Lei.
"We can find it ourselves. Baby Ming, where are you?”
Li Yitong's loud voice was indeed well-deserved.
He immediately shouted.
"I'm here."
Little Qiu Ming's childish voice came from behind the mushroom house. Everyone was overjoyed and quickly ran to the back.
After such a long time, Little Qiu Ming had already made two disciples. At this moment, he ran back excitedly.
"Ming Ming, where did you go?"
He Jiong quickly went forward and hugged Little Qiu Ming.
"Sister Tongtong, this is a flute for you.”
Little Qiu Ming reached out and handed a flute to Li Yitong.
"Sister Zifeng, there's also yours. Ming Ming made this himself.”
Little Qiu Ming said with a smile.
Although there was some dirt on her body, she looked even cuter, like a playful child.
"I'm so touched. Thank you, Ming Ming. You actually made a flute for me personally.”
Li Yitong squatted down and kissed Qiu Ming.
"I'm already so touched that I'm crying. What should I do? Ming Ming is too great.”
Zhang Zifeng was so touched that he cried. He held the piccolo in his hand and felt very happy.
"Can you play this flute?"
Peng Peng, who was ruining the mood, spoke up from the side, and he was greeted with pairs of angry gazes.
"Mingming worked hard to make it. Even if it doesn't blow, it's still the most precious gift.”
Li Yitong was furious.
"That's right. Brother, you won't understand these things because you only know how to eat all day long.”
Zhang Zifeng was furious.
"Ming Ming made this, of course it can be blown.”
Little Qiu Ming said confidently.
"Let me try, let me try."
Li Yitong blew on her piccolo.
"Shh…"
There was a muffled sound, but it was obvious that there was no sound.
"Hahaha... Like I said, how could a piccolo that I made be played?”
Peng Peng couldn't help but laugh.
"Peng Peng, you're really too much.”
He Jiong was furious. Zhang Zifeng had already walked over with his fists clenched, looking like he wanted to teach Peng Peng a lesson.
"You can play it, Sister Tongtong. You can't play the piccolo like this.”
Little Qiu Ming took the piccolo and put it by his mouth. His lips moved slightly, and then a flute sound was heard.
It was like a stream that had a long history. It echoed in the mountain stream, hitting the gravel and emitting a beautiful music.
Peng Peng, who was still grinning, was already stunned.
Everyone looked at Little Qiu Ming in shock. They didn't expect that the piccolo they made could be played, and it could even play such a beautiful tune.
...
"Peng Peng, I just want to ask you, how does it feel to be instantly slapped in the face?”
"Smile, just smile. Let's see if you can still smile.”
"Peng Peng, doubting Baby Ming's strength is your biggest mistake.”
"Shut up Peng Peng, I'll let you see what true strength is.”
"I'm kneeling to Baby Ming. This can even be blown. It has refreshed my worldview.”
...
After Little Qiu Ming finished playing a song, Li Yitong's jaw was so wide that she could barely close it.
That beautiful tune was what she had been looking for all this time. She did not expect the mushroom house to hear it.
"What should I do? I've become a fan of Baby Ming.”
Li Yitong looked at Qiu Ming with a face full of stars.
"That's amazing. He can even play this. In the future, we can get Ming Ming to make flutes and sell them.”
Huang Lei only thought about money, and he could even make use of it.
"Teacher Huang, that's enough."
He Jiong said angrily.
"I'm just joking. Don't take it seriously. However, if Ming Ming has nothing to do, this plan can be implemented at any time.”
After Huang Lei finished speaking, he quickly ran into the kitchen to avoid He Jiong's anger.
"Teacher Huang is right. We can sell this flute to the director for 100 yuan each.”
Peng Peng was still pulling aggro.
Zhang Zifeng turned around and glared at him.
"I'll continue chopping wood."
Peng Peng shrunk his neck and said weakly.
"Director, do you accept this flute? But Peng Peng personally made it."
He Jiong thought about it carefully. It really made sense.
Anyway, whether it was a flute or something else, if he could sell it to the director for money, the living conditions of the mushroom house could be said to have skyrocketed.
"Yes, ten yuan for one."
Wang Zhengyu said.
"You're too evil. Ten yuan for one. Are you worthy of Ming Ming's hard work?”
He Jiong was furious.
"At least a hundred yuan each.”
Ju Jingyi placed her hands on her hips, looking like she was bargaining in the market.
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