Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 95 - 89 True or False_1

Feng Yi had thought just now that the gentleman playing the violin was making sounds akin to slaughtering chickens and was deliberately toying with him.

However, after analyzing the emotions emanating from the other person, Feng Yi realized:

The enrapturement was indeed genuine; the violinist was almost completely immersed in his own world while playing.

The joy was also authentic, that kind of heartfelt happiness enveloping his whole being.

But in this room, as a listener, Feng Yi only felt it was torture!

Mr. Zou probably had some sort of sound filter in his ears that automatically corrected the erhu’s sounds into a perfect form in his head, which explained why he had no clue about his actual skill level on the violin!!

Feng Yi sat on the wooden stool, his expression slightly dazed, contemplating how to put things more delicately when he saw Mr. Zou in the wheelchair in front of him had already switched to another violin, ready to begin.

Feng Yi, agitated, shifted, and the wooden stool let out a "crack".

Feng Yi quickly stood up.

Mr. Zou heard the crack of the wooden stool too, and when he looked over, he saw the split in the stool.

Mr. Zou himself was stunned, having not expected his own wooden stool to be so fragile. Could it be that it had reached the end of its life?

"It might be because it’s been used for some time, and it’s not sturdy enough. There’s another stool over there that you can bring, I just bought it last year," Mr. Zou said.

Feng Yi glanced at the stool pointed out by Mr. Zou, but did not go over to pick it up.

He himself was well aware of why the stool had cracked just now.

With his feet suspended in air, the entire weight of his body was pressing down on that wooden stool, and indeed, it could not withstand the weight of over 300 pounds. It was fine when sitting still, but the moment he wobbled, it gave out.

Having already broken one of the host’s stools, Feng Yi was not at all keen on the prospect of breaking another. Moreover, if he were to split a second one in the same way, Mr. Zou would definitely suspect him.

Yet he couldn’t just stand there either. It would be disrespectful to stand towering over a customer in a wheelchair, forcing them to look up all the time.

Feng Yi’s gaze swept around the room before settling on an item in the corner.

"Can I sit on that?" Feng Yi pointed towards the corner.

Mr. Zou wheeled around to look, and there, placed in the corner, was a wooden stump.

This stump had some age to it, passed down from his grandfather.

With strict regulations on logging nowadays, it was hard to find such a stump, but it wasn’t as strictly controlled as python skin. Besides, his grandfather hadn’t spent more than 200 yuan on this stump; the wood wasn’t really high quality, and it didn’t possess significant collectible value.

Yet, as it was a keepsake from his grandfather, Mr. Zou kept it and occasionally took care of it.

This wooden stump, like the erhu in his hand, was a collectible but also had practical uses. freewēbnoveℓ.com

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The stump was wide and sturdy enough, but it was too low. He usually used the stump as a display stand for placing things.

"Isn’t the stump a bit too short?" Mr. Zou said.

"No problem, no problem, I’ll sit on this. I really like this stump," Feng Yi replied.

It’s strong!

It could handle his weight of over 300 pounds!

He could sit with his feet dangling in the air, swaying however he wanted!

Feng Yi picked up the stump and sat on it.

Since Feng Yi insisted, Zou Fan didn’t try to dissuade him any further. But watching Feng Yi sit down, it was akin to seeing an adult perched on a child’s stool – wouldn’t his legs get tired from bending like that?

No matter Feng Yi’s appraisal skills, a visitor was a guest, and it was quite rude to treat a guest this way.

It was like bullying.

He wouldn’t treat a stranger like this, let alone someone Lu Yue had introduced.

Mr. Zou wasn’t about to leave a visitor without a proper seat.

"How about I call my assistant to bring a stool up from the study downstairs?" Mr. Zou offered.

"No need, no need, let’s continue," Feng Yi said.

He was eager to finish the appraisal so he could return to his swimming. He had rented a swimming venue for a month and needed to make the most of the time to train.

Seeing that Feng Yi wasn’t being coerced, Mr. Zou shifted his focus back, cradling his second erhu and preparing to begin again.

Mr. Zou clearly was still very enthusiastic, but Feng Yi held back, and before the other man could start playing again, he interrupted.

To be tortured by another performance?

After a few more sessions, who knew if his ears wouldn’t mutate from the assault!

"Mr. Zou, if I may, to save your time, I can now provide you with my appraisal results," Feng Yi said.

Under Mr. Zou’s surprised gaze, Feng Yi continued, "I’m different from you, Mr. Zou. My talents are limited; I don’t understand music and can’t distinguish the good from the bad. You who understand music can discern by listening, but I can’t. I identify by the materials used.

"I can only judge by the hide used. As for the wooden components and other details, I’m clueless. So, I can only recognize the hide, not the wood, which means I can’t precisely determine its price."

After listening, Mr. Zou slowly nodded, agreeing with Feng Yi’s statement, "Indeed, laypeople like you can’t discern the quality from the sound."

Somewhat reluctantly, Mr. Zou put down the erhu in his hands and said, "Alright then, tell me the differences in their hides."

Feng Yi straightened his expression, "These five violins use, from left to right, the hides of Medusa’s 7th generation, 6th generation, 6th generation, an unknown material, and... sheepskin."

Mr. Zou looked at the five violins and then back at Feng Yi, letting out a chuckle filled with surprise, "You really can identify the hides at a glance as Lu Yue said!"

Although Feng Yi lacked official certification from any authoritative institution, his skill in hide identification was unmatched, at least among those Mr. Zou had met, Feng Yi was ranked first.