Qin Xin casually nodded: "Mm-hmm. Feel free to choose whichever instrument you like."
The crowd was overjoyed and surged forward eagerly.
The usually unapproachable chairman of the music hall was now like a kindly old man next door: "Don't rush, don't rush, you can have whatever you like, if it's not here, I'll get it for you later."
Then, he respectfully consulted with Qin Xin: "This oboe was newly made by the Royal Music Academy, only one was made this year, do you think it's usable?"
Qin Xin played a few notes and casually said: "It'll do."
The crowd touched the brand new and expensive instruments, silently exclaimed: Sister Xin, truly, number one.
Connections, number one.
Professionalism, number one.
Presence, number one!
Quickly, under Qin Xin's direction, everyone got into position, picking their favored instruments to first play the simplest school anthem.
Those not skilled with instruments helped keep time, humming along.
