Chapter 11 - 11 Chopin's Piano and Paganini's Violin

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``` "Sister Ying, my heart can't take this!" The price of this villa at 280 million already had him dumbfounded, but what he didn't expect was that any random painting on the wall was worth 400 million, and in US dollars! That was enough to buy ten villas like this! "These are just some random decorations in the living room!" Actually, when Fang Huai transferred these assets to Fang Jueyu, Zhuang Ying was already aware. She figured Fang Jueyu would choose this villa as his residence, and these arrangements were made a month ago. To be honest, when she first saw these things, she was also scared enough. However, as she inherited more and more assets, she gradually became numb to it. Fang Jueyu walked into the living room, which was quite spacious, with a rug of some unknown beast's fur on the floor. The coffee tables and leather sofas seemed to be costly, and on the side, there was a magnificent grand piano. Fang Jueyu had been learning piano and violin since childhood, initially forced by his parents, but later he fell in love with them completely. No matter where he was, if there was a piano, he couldn't help but sit down and play a piece. He walked up to the piano, which was an amber color, covered completely in the dense marks of time. Through the text on the piano, Fang Jueyu recognized its name—Pleyel. "Ding!" The crisp sound still carried a very ancient aura. Based on his experience, Fang Jueyu judged that this piano might also be an antique, probably several decades old. Suddenly, he found a line of characters on the side of the piano. Surprisingly, they were Chinese characters, and although the writing was a bit aged, Fang Jueyu could still read them. "Gifted to my musician friend—Friedrich Francois Chopin!" "Wait… Don't tell me this is Chopin's piano?" Fang Jueyu's voice trembled, and he even involuntarily lifted his hand off the keys, afraid he might accidentally break it. "Yes, this Pleyel piano is over 180 years old. It's also Chopin's favorite because it was a gift from his friend in Huaxia!" "Don't tell me, this friend in Huaxia is also my ancestor?" Although he already had the answer in his mind, Fang Jueyu couldn't help but ask. "What do you think?" Zhuang Ying threw him a charming glance. "Oh, right, there's also this!" Zhuang Ying took out a box from a nearby cabinet, inside was a light brown violin. "Just tell me who used this violin. I'm mentally prepared!" Fang Jueyu took a deep breath, ready to accept whatever came. "This violin is the 'Il Cannone' created by Guarneri in 1743, known to later generations as the 'Cannon'!" "The one used by Paganini?" Though mentally prepared, Fang Jueyu still shivered. As the most famous violin master, Paganini held an unshakeable status. For many violinists, the chance to play on his violin would make their life worthwhile. What he didn't expect was that this violin, like Chopin's piano, had all become part of his collection. "This violin wasn't gifted by one of my ancestors, was it?" Fang Jueyu remembered it was a business tycoon, not from Huaxia, who gifted it to Paganini after a concert. Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "No, but the museum that later housed this violin was yours. Seventeen years ago, Mr. Fang Huai bought it directly!" "Seventeen years ago? I had just started learning violin then! My dad really didn't hold back!" Fang Jueyu felt completely disoriented. "By the way, there are also two famous violins here, used by masters Kreisler and Heifetz. They're all perfectly preserved, and we've had the descendants of the artisans who crafted these violins restore them, guaranteeing the best sound quality. You should try them." Fang Jueyu was already eager. He picked up Paganini's violin and played a Caprice. Although it had been over two hundred years, the moment the sound came out, Fang Jueyu felt like his soul was elevated. Though his skills weren't comparable to those masters, he still rendered the piece perfectly. Zhuang Ying even felt like Paganini himself was playing in front of her! After finishing the piece, Fang Jueyu's hand was already trembling. He carefully put the violin back in its case, not because of its worth, but because damaging it would be a desecration of art! "Want to check out the study? There are plenty of treasures there!" Zhuang Ying laughed, "There are many calligraphies and rare books from famous people!" "Forget it, I'll look another day. I'm afraid I might faint!" Fang Jueyu felt his brain was running out of oxygen. "Sister Ying, it's almost nine, where are you staying tonight?" "Oh, don't worry, when this villa was bought, the twenty nearest villas were bought too, so I'll just find an empty one to stay in. If you need anything, you can reach me anytime!" Several lines of exasperation popped up on Fang Jueyu's head, "Those are mine too?" "Yes, those twenty second-tier villas are yours, but most are already occupied. There are three empty ones left; if you need them, I can arrange it." "Hold on, what do you mean by mostly occupied? Were they rented out?" "No, those houses are occupied by a team always ready to serve the young master, including cleaning staff, chefs, drivers, and medical personnel, totaling over two hundred!" "Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Fang Jueyu felt like he was about to suffer internal injuries. "By the way, if you feel hungry, just ask the chefs to cook. Their numbers are all stored in the villa's phone. All kinds of cuisines, Western desserts, and dishes, whatever you want to eat, we have. Our chefs are the best!" "Alright, I got it!" Fang Jueyu thought if he continued chatting with Zhuang Ying, he might hear something even more unbelievable. "I'll leave now so you can rest early. Breakfast will be delivered to you tomorrow, and I'll be staying here permanently from today. If you need anything, just contact me!" With that, Zhuang Ying left the villa. "Phew…" Fang Jueyu seemed to lose all his strength and collapsed onto the sofa. He'd never been so shocked in his life. "Slap!" He gave himself a hard slap. The doubled strength caused him to lose control, leaving a red handprint on his face. "Ow, that hurts!" "Looks like I'm not dreaming after all…" ```

Chapter 11 - 11 Chopin's Piano and Paganini's Violin

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