Chapter 83 Master Chef? Helping Customers to Mourn!

Master Lin?

Lin Yuan was stunned. His last name was Lin, but when did he become a master?

But thinking carefully, it seemed that he had called a client last night.

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

"Nephew, have you found a suona player? Your father died. There can't be no one to play the funeral."

"Uncle, don't worry. I've called to find one. Master Chen sucked abalone and got an inflammation in his mouth. He can't play the funeral. I can't do anything."

Listening to the two people's chat, Lin Yuan's brain flashed.

Recalling that when he was scolded last night, the person said something about keeping vigil in the mourning hall, and now he is looking for a suona player to play the funeral.

It seems that the other party thinks that he is a master suona player?

Isn't this a coincidence? He just happened to draw the suona skill.

I thought it was completely useless before, but I didn't expect it to be useful so soon.

And from the tone of the customer, it seems that he is in a hurry to find a suona player.

If he goes to help blow the whistle at this time, even if the deal cannot be closed on the spot, I believe the customer will definitely look for him when he comes back to buy a house.

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

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

After hanging up the phone, the phone soon received a text message reminder.

The photographer came over curiously and asked: "Who called?"

Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "The customer you called last night?"

"What?" The photographer was shocked, and recalled the scene last night, and his anus tightened: "He won't call back and scold you, right?"

"That's not the case. I made an appointment with him to meet in a while."

"Ah?" Hearing this, the photographer was completely confused.

"You still want to go to him? And you say he didn't scold you? You're not going to beat him up, are you?"

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

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and don't waste time."

"Oh~~" The photographer looked at Lin Yuan, confused for a moment.

The two hailed a taxi on the roadside and went to the address given by the customer.

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

Then he looked at the photographer and said thoughtfully: "You say, we go out every day, isn't it a bit inconvenient to take a taxi all the time?"

"It's okay to meet clients, but when taking clients to see houses, we can't let them take a taxi by themselves, right?"

"How about buying a car later?"

The photographer thought about it and felt that it made sense: "It's a bit inconvenient. In my impression, nowadays, people who sell houses and take clients to see houses drive to go. After all, you don't just look at one house, you have to run back and forth for 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 in the competition."

Lin Yuan shrugged indifferently: "Sharpening the knife does not delay chopping wood. Besides, we have more than 1 million in our pockets now. Buying a car is a piece of cake!"

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

The two chatted along the way, and the car drove for more than half an hour without realizing it.

The scenery outside the window was quietly changing, 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 number of vehicles on the road became increasingly scarce, a bit like the section of the road to the funeral home before.

According to the address given by the customer, it seemed 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 also the reason why they couldn't find a suona craftsman.

It was too remote, and there were very few people who could play suona around.

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

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

It was not until more than ten minutes later that the car slowly stopped.

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

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the lush scenery makes people feel relaxed.

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

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

Looking at the endless lake not far to the left, it looked like golden dragon scales under the cooperation of the sun and the wind and waves.

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

Many people begged for the address and wanted 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 on the spot: "Brother, what is that? A mouse? Damn, so big?"

Lin Yuan nodded in astonishment.

This Mickey is indeed too big, and it dares to run on the main road in broad daylight. It is too bold!

But it is normal to have so many Mickeys here in the mountains, so I didn't think too much about it.

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

He picked it up and saw that it was a customer calling.

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

Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "I'm at the entrance of your village."

"Ah? At the entrance of the village? Wait a minute, I'll pick you up right away!"

After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and ran from the entrance of the village in a hurry.

In Lin Yuan's vision, a middle-aged man ran out of the house with thick smoke before, running all the way.

But when he came to Lin Yuan panting, he was dumbfounded.

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

But the young man in front of him didn't look like he was 50 years old, and he was probably not even 30 years old.

Could it be a mistake?

Thinking of this, the customer greeted him with a suspicious look: "Master Lin Lin, my last name is Cheng, Lao Wang should have told you before, right?"

Lin Yuan's face froze, and he smiled awkwardly: "Uh, I told you, where is the business, take me there."

"Ah this..." The customer looked at Lin Yuan a little confused, and found that he had nothing in his hands, and suddenly a bad premonition came to his mind.

In his impression, whether it is a suona player or a sheng and xiao player, they all take great care of their instruments.

When they go out to take jobs, they always carry a big box, and they won't let others touch it, let alone play other people's instruments.

As a result, not only does Lin Yuan's age not match, but he doesn't even bring his instrument.

This makes him even more confused about whether he has found the wrong person.

But now the other musicians have gathered, except for the suona player, and he dared not offend anyone easily.

He had no choice but to lead the way with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, Master Lin, follow me!"

He figured it out, who cares, what's real won't be fake, what's fake won't be real, anyway, things have come to this point, just take it one step at a time.