"Would you like to start the lucky draw, Host?"
"Yes."
"Starting the lucky draw..."
"Prize One: Suzuki Jiro's musical talent."
"Prize Two: Joe Hisaishi's musical talent."
"Prize Three: Fang Jinlong's musical talent."
Without any hesitation, Zhang Jingdong chose: "I'll take Prize Three."
"Prize redemption complete. Host, you have 4 more chances to draw. Would you like to continue?"
"No."
Zhang Jingdong walked around the screen and gave Yuan Mei a deep look, then said to her, "Sister Mei, why don't you take a break, and let me perform for you guys?"
Yuan Mei, impressed by his profound calligraphy skills just now and by his confident and calm gaze, suddenly felt a surge of expectation, "Sure."
She stood up and gave up her seat to him.
Zhang Jingdong took a seat, stroked the strings of the instrument, and also subtly sniffed the faint fragrance lingering around Yuan Mei.
