Mayor Xiong finished speaking, then turned to Tang Xiaobao and said with a smile, "By the way, Mr. Tang, when are you going to Bazhong?"

Tang Xiaobao was stunned: "Well, maybe in a few days."

"Oh, when you get to Bazhong, you must contact me. I left my phone number for you last time. You must contact me."

Mayor Xiong said seriously.

Tang Xiaobao was so annoyed that he asked, "Mayor Xiong, do you want to talk to me about something?"

"I'm embarrassed to say this, but my girl is only 24 years old this year and just graduated from college. She's so cute and a huge fan of yours. You don't know, but her bedroom is full of your magazines and photos. This girl of mine, I'm not exaggerating, is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. When she heard I was coming to your friend's wedding today, she insisted I bring her along, saying she wanted your autograph. I thought it was inappropriate, so I refused, but in the end, she pestered me so much that I had to agree to one of her requests."

Tang Xiaobao was ashamed.

Why does this sound like a sales pitch?

"What request? Does it have anything to do with me?"

Tang Xiaobao asked again subconsciously.

Mayor Xiong said, "Of course there's a connection. She asked me to invite you to our home so she can cook for you herself. She's a fantastic cook, and I don't usually get the pleasure of tasting it. I want to take advantage of your kindness, and she wants to challenge you. She knows you're also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and especially your expertise and mastery of musical instruments, so she wants to take you as her teacher."

puff……

Tang Xiaobao almost fell down.

What the hell is going on here?

You want to take me as your master for no reason?

That's not right. Why do I feel like there's a conspiracy here, and it's so strong!