One hundred yuan for one song is not enough?

"There must be something wrong with this man's mind."

The crowd suddenly burst out with many sighs of emotion.

"Why not?" Han Bai still smiled slightly.

"You're not worth a hundred dollars a song," the street singer said.

"I know whether it's worth it or not."

"you do not know."

"Then how much should I give you before you are willing to sing?"

The street singer was silent for a while and said: "It can't exceed ten yuan at most."

"Oh, that's crazy. This person is really crazy."

"That's right. I've only heard of buyers lowering prices and sellers raising prices. Why is it the other way around now?"

There were waves of incomprehensible voices in the crowd.

"Then sing ten songs." Han Bo paused and then added: "Otherwise, you can sing it ten times."

"No. You can only sing one song." The street singer said decisively: "And the song cannot cost more than ten yuan."

Han Bai shook his head and said, "That's up to you."

Only then did the wandering singer lower his head and gently pluck the strings of his guitar, making three or two sounds, conveying his feelings.

"I can only make you believe me again and again. The person who once loved you is me. I leave you far away and leave the noisy crowd. I ask you to be the lover of a wandering singer..."

The lover of a wandering singer, such a sad singing voice, seems as if the singer once had such a lover, the voice is sentimental, the voice is love.

After singing the song, Han Bai took the lead in applauding. The crowd also began to applaud.

"But I don't have ten yuan." Han Bai said helplessly: "To be precise, I don't have any change."

The wandering singer looked at Han Bai in surprise, and finally sighed and said, "Forget it."

"That's not okay!" Han Bai said, "I don't want to owe anyone else money or love."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"How about I help you? Do you have any other instruments?"
Chapter completed!