Chapter 11

"Sister Xiaoying, my heart can't stand it!" The price of 280 million yuan for this villa is already a little confused, but what's more unexpected is that any painting on the wall is worth 400 million, or US dollars! It's enough to buy ten such villas!

"These are just some random decorations in the living room!" In fact, Zhuang Ying knew when Fang Huai transferred these assets to Fang jueyu. She estimated that Fang jueyu would choose this villa as his residence. These things had been arranged a month ago.

To tell the truth, when she saw these things, she was also frightened. However, as she took over more and more assets, she gradually became numb.

Fang jueyu walked into the living room. The living room was very large. There was a piece of fur of unknown beasts on the ground. The tea tables and leather sofas were also estimated to be valuable. Not only that, there was a gorgeous grand grand grand grand piano on the side.

Fang jueyu learned piano and violin from childhood. When he was a child, he was forced by his parents. Later, he completely fell in love with them. No matter where there was a piano, he couldn't help playing a song.

Fang jueyu came to the front of the piano. The piano was yellowish brown and covered with dense traces of years. Through the words on the piano, Fang jueyu recognized the name of the piano - Preyer.

"Ding!" This crisp voice still has a very old flavor. Judging from his experience, this piano is probably an antique, which should have a history of decades.

Suddenly, he found a line of characters on the side of the piano. It was actually Chinese characters. Although the handwriting was a little old, Fang jueyu could still recognize it.

"To my musician friend Frederick Francois Chopin!"

"This... You won't tell me this is Chopin's piano?" Fang jueyu's voice trembled, and even the hand originally placed on the piano key couldn't help leaving, for fear that it would fall apart accidentally.

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

"You won't tell me that this Chinese friend is also my ancestor?" Although he had the answer in his heart, Fang jueyu couldn't help asking.

"What do you say?" Zhuang Ying cast a charming look, "Oh, yes, and this!"

Zhuang Ying took out a box from the next cabinet, which was a light brown violin.

"Just say who used this piano. I'm prepared!" Fang jueyu took a deep breath and made a direct gesture of love.

"This is the Violin 'IL cannon' made by Jesus Guarneri in 1743. Later generations call it 'cannon'!"

"The one Paganini used?" Although he was ready, Fang jueyu still trembled.

As the most famous violinist, Paganini's position is unmatched. For many violinists, if they have the opportunity to play his violin, it will be worth their whole life.

I just didn't expect that this piano, like Chopin's piano, has become my own collection.

"This piano is not from any of my ancestors, is it?" Fang jueyu remembered that this piano was given to him by a rich businessman after listening to a papanini concert. The rich businessman was not Chinese.

"That's not true, but later the museum that collected this piano was yours. Mr. Huai bought it directly 17 years ago!"

"Seventeen years ago? I just learned the violin at that time! My father is too expensive, isn't he? " Fang jueyu felt that he was in a mess.

"By the way, there are also two famous harps here. They are the ones used by masters klex and Hafez. They are all well preserved. Moreover, we have found the famous craftsman who made these handmade harps. Later generations have repaired them and absolutely have the best sound quality. You can try them."

Fang jueyu couldn't wait. He put on Paganini's piano. He directly played Paganini's Capriccio. Although it has experienced more than 200 years of history, the moment its voice came out, Fang jueyu seemed to have sublimated his soul.

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

At the end of the song, Fang jueyu's hand was shaking. He carefully put the piano back into the box, not because it was valuable, but because if he accidentally broke it, it would be a blasphemy to art!

"Do you want to go to the study? There are many good things! " Zhuang Ying smiled, "there are many famous calligraphy and painting and ancient books!"

"Forget it, I'll just have a look by myself another day. I'm afraid I'll faint!" Fang jueyu already felt that his head was short of oxygen. "Sister Xiaoying, it's almost nine o'clock. Where do you live today?"

"Oh, don't worry. When you buy this villa, the nearest 20 villas around you have also been bought. I can just find an empty place to live. If you have anything, you can come to me at any time!"

Several black lines suddenly appeared on Fang jueyu's head: "those are mine, too?"

"Yes, the twenty second-class villas are also yours, but most of them have been occupied, and there are still three vacant. If you have any use, you can ask me to deal with them."

"Wait, most of them are already occupied. What do you mean? Is it rented out? "

"No, there are more than 200 people living in those houses who serve the young master at any time, including cleaners, chefs, drivers, medical staff and so on!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Fang jueyu seemed to feel that he had been hurt internally.

"By the way, if you are hungry, you can ask the chef to do it. Their numbers are available on the phone of the villa. There are all kinds of dishes, Western desserts and dishes. As long as you want to eat, our chef is the best!"

"Well, I see!" Fang jueyu felt that if he continued to talk with Zhuang Ying, he might hear something more incredible.

"Then I'll leave first. You have to rest early. Tomorrow's breakfast will be delivered to you. From today on, I'll stay here for a long time. If you have anything to arrange, just contact me directly!" With that, Zhuang Ying left the villa.

"Hoo..." Fang jueyu seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the sofa. He was not as frightened in his life as he is today.

"Pa!" He severely gave himself an ear photon and doubled his strength, so that he didn't control his strength and left a red palm print on his face.

"Hiss, it hurts!"

"It seems that I'm not dreaming..."