When the music school opened, Haiyun Music Store was at its most prosperous. In just a few days, it sold more than two hundred guitars, one hundred basses and keyboards, and more than a dozen drum sets.

Although a lot of items were sold, the sales revenue was not high. Guitars and basses were almost all under 300 yuan, and keyboards did not exceed 1,000 yuan.

These low-end products have low sales volume and low profit margins.

Haiyun Music Store does not sell musical instruments at unreasonable prices simply because it has the advantage of being near a school.

Their prices are not only not high, but are actually lower than the market price.

The profit for each musical instrument is only a few tens of yuan, and no one makes more than a hundred yuan.

Liang Liang did not think it was too little. He believed that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and a great river is formed from countless small streams.

Everything develops from small to large, accumulating little by little.

Once the foundation is laid, it will eventually bear fruit.

Xu Wei felt both excited and nervous on his first day of class.

The class he taught was the oldest in the class, with an average age of around seventeen and the oldest being over twenty.

It's not too late to learn guitar at this age; as long as you put in the effort, you can become a master.

These older trainees were selected by Xu Wei himself.

When Yan Liang came to ask him what kind of classes he liked to teach, he picked an older class without even thinking.

He thought teaching those little kids was too troublesome, and they were prone to causing trouble.

But he forgot that these older students were more prone to causing trouble.

Many of these students are older and can play a few strings, and quite a few can even strum them.

Don't let their lack of skill fool you; they have a keen eye for talent.

Many of the musicians who performed at the Haiyun Dance Hall and those who studied there knew each other, but they never expected that the person who taught them their first lesson would be a complete stranger.

What's even more unbearable is that the first lesson was about learning to recognize a guitar.

"Teacher! We all know what a guitar is, so why don't you teach us? Let's become good guitarists in the shortest amount of time!" a student said confidently from his seat.

"Excuse me! Are you still a student?"

This is a student who looks to be about sixteen or seventeen years old; he should be a middle school student.

"So what if they're students?"

"Is this how you talk to the teacher in class? Even though this is just an arts school, you still have to respect the teachers. If any student wants to speak, please raise your hand first, otherwise I will not answer any of your questions."

Xu Wei picked up a guitar and prepared to continue explaining the guitar's structure.

The student who had just asked the question raised his hand again, and after receiving Xu Wei's permission, he repeated his question.

"My friend! No matter what you learn, you must build a solid foundation. As the saying goes, 'A tall building starts from the ground up.' Without a foundation, everything is just a sandcastle or a castle in the air, and you will not achieve anything in the future. You say that understanding the structure of a guitar is useless, but can you really pronounce the names of all the parts on a guitar accurately?"

The boy hesitated for a moment.

Xu Wei placed the acoustic guitar on the desk with the soundboard facing the students, pointed to the headstock, and asked, "What's this part called?"

"Knob!"

What is its function?

"For tuning."

“Very good! So what is this part called?” Xu Wei’s hand went straight down and placed it on the bridge.

The boy hesitated for a moment before answering, "String Bridge!"

Xu Wei's hand then landed on the string-fixing cone: "What about this one?"

The boy did not answer.

"I asked you three questions. You answered one correctly, one incorrectly, and you couldn't answer the third one, regardless of whether it was right or wrong. You're just given an ordinary guitar with more than a dozen fixed parts, and you can't even tell the difference. How can you possibly learn to play the guitar well?"

The boy remained silent, but his expression clearly showed his dissatisfaction.

“Please sit down, classmate. If you’re just thinking of learning guitar as something to play around with and just want to be able to play a couple of songs to impress girls on the street, then you don’t need to learn these basics, and you don’t even need to come here to learn. If you buy a guitar and just strum around at home for a year, you’ll still only be able to strum and sing a couple of songs. That’s about it.”

Xu Wei paused for a moment, then continued, "If you want to change your life and make guitar your profession in the future, then you have to work hard and start from the very basics. You must treat the guitar as a part of your body, reaching a state of perfect harmony between you and the instrument to be considered a master. If you want the guitar to be a part of your body, but you don't even know the names of its parts, how can it become a part of your body? How can you possibly reach that state of perfect harmony between you and the instrument?"

Although the people in the classroom did not speak, their expressions varied.

Some people wholeheartedly agree, while others disagree.

These little guys aren't easy to fool. Looks like I'll have to show them something to prove I'm not just here to freeload.

Compared to these trainees, 24-year-old Xu Wei felt he was qualified to be called an old man.

"Next, I'll play a rather famous piece from a few years ago."

Xu Wei picked up his guitar and began strumming the strings. He didn't play the intro but started with the chords, and finished playing the song in more than three minutes.

"Can anyone tell what song this is, the instrumental version?"

Without an intro, and only the accompaniment in the middle, most people wouldn't necessarily be able to tell what song it is just by listening to the accompaniment without knowing the song's background.

Unless you've played it before or are extremely familiar with the song, you won't be able to recognize it immediately.

The entire classroom fell silent instantly.

"Is it 'How Could You Bear to Make Me Sad'?" A timid voice echoed from a corner of the classroom.

Xu Wei's eyes lit up, and his gaze fell on a somewhat thin boy.

"Little student! Your answer is absolutely correct. The accompaniment piece is 'How Could You Bear to Make Me Sad.' Do you know why I'm playing this piece?"

No one answered his question.

"This piece sounds very simple, doesn't it? Let me tell you, if you can play this piece perfectly, passing the Grade 6 folk guitar exam won't be a problem. Passing Grade 6 will definitely make you a master."

Although guitar exams shouldn't be taken too seriously, they do provide a standard, and almost all Grade 6 guitar exams include the song "How Could You Bear to Make Me Sad".

If you can play this piece perfectly, you'll have little trouble accompaniing most other songs.

"See? Being able to play such a simple piece well makes you a master. As long as you follow my teaching method, you will definitely be able to play this piece well. Did everyone understand?"

"Understood!" the students answered in unison.

Xu Wei smiled slyly.

Let's fool these kids first.

This piece sounds easy, but it's not simple to play; otherwise, it wouldn't be included in several versions of the Grade 6 guitar exam.