Ancestral local tyrant system

"Sister Xiaoying, my heart can't stand it anymore!" He was already a little confused at the price of this villa of 280 million, but what was even more unexpected was that a random painting on the wall was worth 400 million, or US dollars!Enough to buy ten such villas!

"These are just some random decorations in the living room!" In fact, Zhuang Ying already knew when Fang Huai transferred these assets to Fang Jueyu's name. She estimated that Fang Jueyu would choose this villa as her residence. These things will last a month. It has been arranged before.

To be honest, when she saw these things, she was scared enough, not as the assets she took over more and more, she gradually became numb.

Fang Jueyu walked into the living room. The area of ​​the living room was large. The floor was covered with a piece of fur that he didn't know of a beast. Those coffee tables and leather sofas were probably also very valuable. Not only that, there was a gorgeous grand piano on the side.

Fang Jueyu studied piano and violin since he was a child, and was forced by his parents to fall in love with them since he was a child. No matter where he is, as long as there is a piano, he can't help playing a song.

Fang Jueyu walked to the front of the piano. This piano was yellowish-brown and covered with dense traces of years. Through the words on the piano, Fang Jueyu recognized the name of this piano-Pleyel.

"Ding!" The crisp voice still carries a very ancient atmosphere. Judging from his experience, this piano is probably also an antique, and it should be decades old.

Suddenly, he found a line of characters on the side of the piano. This character was actually a Chinese character. Although the handwriting was a bit old, Fang Jueyu could still recognize it.

"Gift to my musician friend-Frederic François Chopin!"

"This...you won't tell me that this is Chopin's piano?" Fang Jueyu's voice was trembling, and even the hand that was originally placed on the keyboard could not help but leave, for fear that it would fall apart by accident.

"Yes, this Pleyel piano has a history of more than 180 years, and this one is also Chopin's favorite, because it was given to him by a Chinese friend of his!"

"You won't tell me that this Chinese friend is also my ancestor, right?" Although he had an answer in his heart, Fang Jueyu couldn't help but ask.

"What do you mean?" Zhuang Ying cast a charming look in the past, "Oh, yes, there is this!"

Zhuang Ying took out a box from the cabinet next to it, and inside it was a light brown violin.

"Just tell me who used this piano, I'm mentally prepared!" Fang Jueyu took a deep breath and directly assumed a gesture of loving someone.

"This violin is the violin'IlCannone' made by Jesus Guarneri in 1743. Later generations will call it'cannon'!"

"Is the one Paganini used?" Although he was mentally prepared, Fang Jueyu trembled all over.

As the most famous violin master, Paganini's status is unshakable. For many violinists, if they have the opportunity to play his violin, this life will be worthwhile.

But I didn't expect that this piano, like Chopin's piano, would become his own collection.

"Isn't this piano always given by one of my ancestors?" Fang Jueyu remembered that this piano was given to him by a wealthy businessman after listening to a Papanini concert, and that wealthy businessman was not from China.

"That's not the case, but the museum that houses this violin later belonged to you, and Mr. Huai bought it directly seventeen years ago!"

"Seventeen years ago? I just learned the violin at that time! My dad was too expensive, right?" Fang Jueyu felt that he was messed up.

"By the way, there are two famous pianos here. They are the pianos used by the two masters of Clerks and Heifetz. They are all very well preserved, and we have found the master craftsmen who made these handmade pianos to repair them. It’s definitely the best sound quality, you can try it."

Fang Jueyu could not wait a long time ago. He put on Paganini's piano, and he directly played a Paganini Caprice. Although it has gone through more than two hundred years of history, its sound came out in an instant. , Fang Jueyu seemed to have sublimated his soul.

Although the skill of more than ten years can not be compared with those masters, she also performed this piece perfectly. Zhuang Ying even feels that the person playing in front of her is like Paganini himself!

At the end of the song, Fang Jueyu’s hands were already trembling. He carefully put the piano back into the case, not because the piano is valuable, but because if you accidentally break it, it will be a kind of Desecration of art!

"Would you like to go to the study? There are still many good things!" Zhuang Ying smiled, "There are many celebrities' calligraphy and paintings and ancient books there!"

"Forget it, I just need to see for myself another day, I'm afraid I will faint!" Fang Jueyu already feels that his head is lacking oxygen, "Sister Xiaoying, it's almost nine o'clock, where do you live today?"

"Oh, don't worry, when this villa was bought, the 20 nearest villas around were also bought. I just need to find a vacant place to live. If you have anything you can find me at any time!"

Several black lines suddenly appeared on Fang Jueyu's head: "Those are all mine too?"

"That's right, you also own the twenty second-grade villas, but most of them are already occupied, and three are left empty. If you have any purpose, you can ask me to deal with it."

"Wait, what does it mean that most people are already living? Is it rented out?"

"No, in those houses there live a team that serves the young master at any time, there are cleaning staff, there are chefs, there are drivers, there are medical staff, etc., there are probably more than two hundred people!"

"Cough cough cough!" Fang Jueyu seemed to feel that he had suffered internal injuries.

"By the way, if you are hungry, you can ask the chef to do it. Their number is on the phone of the villa. They have all kinds of cuisines, western desserts, and dishes, as long as you want to eat, our chef is The best!"

"Okay, I get it!" Fang Jueyu felt that if he continued to talk with Zhuang Ying, he might hear something even more incredible.

"Then I will leave first. You will rest early, and someone will bring you breakfast tomorrow. I will live here for a long time from today. If you have anything to arrange, just contact me directly!" , Zhuang Ying left the villa.

"Huh..." Fang Jueyu seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the sofa. He had received less shock than he has received in his life.

"Pop!" He slapped himself fiercely, doubled his strength so that he didn't control his strength, leaving a red slap mark on his face.

"His, it hurts!"

"It seems that I am not dreaming..."