Charlie looked at Su Yang with incomprehension and disappointment.
"Are you crazy? You could have given me the money, are you trying to save beggars?"
Su Yang tilted his head and smiled, "In my heart, it really is like this, saving beggars."
"...I have nothing more to say. The money is yours anyway, spend it as you please. From now on, I won't discuss any money matters with you."
Su Yang felt like he had heard this before. He looked helplessly at Charlie, who had turned away, and didn't know how to explain. This was a deal where spending one hundred million would yield one billion, and only Su Yang knew the trick.
The more money spent, the more money one had.
"Now our parents are going to get their guitars. Let's wait for them for five minutes," Hans said as Su Yang sat down.
The villa area wasn't too far from the beach, so five minutes was enough.
During the next five minutes, Su Yang didn't need to think much; everyone was definitely discussing him.
Su Yang wasn't worried, as he was used to being the center of attention.
Mei Mei watched Su Yang from across the room and sighed.
Wasting a million dollars on a whim truly hit Mei Mei hard.
Her biggest regret now was not bringing her guitar to this show.
She usually traveled with her guitar, but she worried that bringing it to this show would make her seem like a workaholic, so she didn't.
As a result, Mei Mei had directly lost a million dollars.
Even though the money wasn't hers, Mei Mei felt as if she had lost a million dollars because Su Yang had given it to their parents.
This made Mei Mei uncomfortable, but since the money wasn't hers, there was nothing she could do about it.
Five minutes later, their parents returned with a guitar.
Bama hadn't lied. Su Yang had initially thought Bama was tricking him into giving up money by inflating the price of his guitar.
But when Su Yang saw the brand of the guitar his parents were carrying, he knew it was worth a million dollars.
This brand specialized in making guitars and had been doing so for many years. Even their cheapest guitars cost over seven hundred thousand dollars.
Therefore, the guitar Bama was carrying could very well be worth a million dollars.
Looking at the person walking towards him, Su Yang felt that Bama seemed even more proud than before.
Indeed, when carrying something from his professional field, a person seemed to be elevated.
Su Yang looked at Bama, who was walking towards him, and suddenly felt that Bama wasn't as annoying as before.
His professional field had indeed elevated Bama.
This made Su Yang feel that Bama appeared different.
A man was truly most handsome when he was serious. Su Yang felt that Bama was more than just handsome.
"Here," Bama said, handing the guitar he was carrying to Su Yang.
Su Yang took the guitar and smiled faintly at Bama, saying, "Mr. Bama, you look much more handsome when you're carrying a guitar."
Facing Su Yang's compliment, Bama chuckled and touched his dreadlocks, "I've always been handsome, haven't I?"
Bama exuded a kind of inexplicable confidence. Su Yang felt that Bama might not have understood the deeper meaning of his words, which was that Su Yang hadn't always found Bama handsome; it was only now, with the guitar, that Su Yang found him handsome.
Without further words, Su Yang smiled faintly and turned to look at Anna.
"Miss Anna, would you be willing to perform a piece with me?"
In response to Su Yang's invitation, Anna stood up and nodded with a smile.
"I would be honored."
They exchanged smiles, and Su Yang walked towards Anna, bowing like a prince to invite her, "Miss Anna, please."
Anna returned the gesture with a princess's curtsy.
She took Su Yang's hand and followed him to where Hans was.
Hans, being considerate, made space for them and went to mingle with other guests.
"Which piece would you like to play?" Su Yang asked Anna.
Anna replied, "How about Swan Lake?"
After saying that, Anna remembered that Su Yang wasn't a professional musician, and such a piece might be too difficult for him.
"Anything is fine. Any popular song you know, as long as it has a musical rhythm, I can do it."
"No."
Su Yang was about to refuse, but before he could, Bama raised his hand and said to Anna, "This guitar is mine. Whatever piece Su Yang plays will be decided by me."
Hearing Bama's words, Anna frowned and looked at him, "Isn't this a bit much? Su Yang isn't a professional musician, what is he supposed to do?"
Anna's words were met with Bama shaking his head, his attitude unwavering.
"If I say no, it's no. This guitar is mine. Su Yang is borrowing it, so he has to listen to me. Whatever piece he plays, he has to listen to me."
"This is bullying!" Anna's face turned red as she said to Bama, "Su Yang has already paid you for the guitar. This guitar is now Su Yang's, and he can play whatever he wants."
Bama wagged his finger at Anna and said, "Are you kidding? I made it very clear just now that this one million dollars is the money Su Yang paid to borrow my guitar.
This guitar is still mine, and I'm just lending it to Su Yang.
Furthermore, if Su Yang can truly play the guitar and satisfy me, I will return the money to him."
"Your satisfaction is just your own standard, you're just trying to scam..." Anna was getting increasingly angry, but Su Yang gently tugged her arm.
"It's okay, Anna."
Then Su Yang looked at his parents and said, "We clearly stated earlier that this is a guitar you are lending to me, and it is also a guitar you are borrowing from me.
We Chinese have always been very clear about these matters, so you don't need to worry about anything."
Su Yang then added, "Whatever piece you want me to play, I'm not a professional, but I should know any song you name."