Ji Jiaming took a deep breath and straightened up, "There's no getting around this, you must buy the stand. If you don't, how are you supposed to set up your instruments? You can't possibly put them all on tables and in corners, can you?"
He turned to face the shop owner and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, but we don't want this guitar anymore."
As he spoke, he pulled Zhang You out of there, leaving the store owner standing there, speechless and choked up.
By the time they had bought the crossbar storage rack and returned, half of their money had been spent. These items might look small, but each came with a hefty price tag.
Having finally bought all the items they needed, Zhang You and Ji Jiaming began to consider the problem of finding customers.
It was now close to the end of the workday and there were even more people on the streets than before.
Zhang You, wearing a mask and a hat, sat on a flowerbed pondering, while Ji Jiaming sat next to him, occasionally voicing his thoughts.
