Chapter 166
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“……”
I didn't expect to hear this sentence on the other end of the phone. I was silent for a moment.
Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry. He leaned back in his chair and looked up out of the window.
Warm sunshine, as if across many years of time.
After a long silence, there was a sound coming from the mobile phone.
"Theoretically, it's possible, but it's as low as zero." It's not like we see it in the supernatural world
Fu Yunshen gave a faint hum.
Then he said: "otherwise, there will be no alchemy and ancient medicine. The end of science is theology. Up to now, there is still no way to answer all the mysteries of life."
"So -" Fu Yun looked thoughtfully at the post that had already replied to thousands of floors, "it exists."
"As I said, the possibility is zero. No matter how supernatural, we have to talk about science.
Fu Yun deep look lazy, mouse slide, refresh post, and pull to the end.
1241 floor: no wonder the landlord thinks that the score of "song of Emerald" is equivalent to none. It's not Willa hall himself. How do you know?
Fu Yun's eyes moved.
Yeah.
He had been thinking for a long time when he heard Ying Zijin playing jihad.
But everything needs a proof. He just guesses out of thin air, which is useless.
But this kind of thing, can't really ask me directly.
Fu Yun chanted deeply, ready to post.
At this time, a new post appeared.
This post is automatically marked red, but there is no top.
But all ID users with account level above SS have such a privilege.
[@ only love money: back scattered, back scattered, what death and rebirth, really enough bullshit, you say no music? Sorry, a while ago, we just sold the music score, and some people in China also bought it. If you don't believe me, ask a few people in the forum, and they also bought it. 】
as long as it's not new, there will be no users who don't know this ID in the hidden section.
This is the ID of the person in charge of the Laurent family.
Of course, this post will not be sent by this person in power.
After all, the man in power is only interested in money, and everything else will be left to his people.
SS users post, NOK's system will remind all other users.
The forum exploded.
[1st floor]: crouching trough, startling big man.
Second floor: what? Does the Laurent family have music?
……
[77th floor]: is it strange that the Loran family has music scores? Willa hall is a great literary and artistic master who was supported by the Loren family.
78th floor I have forgotten who I have heard about the piano piece "song of Emerald" written by Willa hall for the Laurent family.
[79th floor]: I see. It's no surprise that the Chinese player is a genius.
……
[109th floor]: Damn, it's your Laurent family. Can it sell money?
110th floor: I'm afraid Vera will jump out of the soil and hammer you to death.
When the young servant saw the reply, he wiped his sweat.
If you don't say that, how can you cover it up?
Then they'll be beaten to death.
The young servant was relieved to withdraw his account.
Finally, I have finished what I told you in the letter, and I can return it to the host.
That's a good guess. It's Vera hall.
Unfortunately, this kind of thing can not really be known by the outside world.
**
at noon.
Before Jiang Moyuan finished his work, he received a call from Jiang's old house.
It was old lady Jiang who called him.
Since the death of Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang has moved into the Buddhist hall.
I'm not familiar with other people.
This is the first time that Mrs. Jiang has called him in recent years.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Mrs. Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone. She just said to let him go now.
"Tell the others that I have something to do and put off the afternoon meeting." Jiang Moyuan looked at the watch on his wrist and called the Secretary, "that list, be careful."
The Secretary nodded and said in a low voice, "Third Master, Miss Lu Wei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."
Hearing this, Jiang Moyuan stopped pushing the door.
The Secretary lowered his head and didn't know what to say.
What happened yesterday was really unexpected.
No one thought that an adopted daughter from the countryside, piano level close to those top pianists.Ying Luwei became a joke directly.
Not to mention a storm on the Internet, she had done all the things out.
On the surface, the years are quiet, but on the inside, they are extremely vicious.
It's not worthy of jiangmoyuan.
"I see." Without any expression, Jiang Moyuan went out directly.
Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man come out, she wiped her tears and immediately rushed to hold him. Her voice was crying: "Moyuan!"
The secretary who followed him frowned.
If you put it in the past, it doesn't matter.
But now Ying Luwei's reputation is so bad, and her proud piano technology is also from marketing. How can she still stick to their third master?
The Secretary said unhappily, "Miss Dewey, you --"
the following words have not been said yet.
Jiang Moyuan retreats Ying Luwei without any pity and pulls his arm out of her arms.
Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment. She looked at him in disbelief and her voice trembled "Far away?"
"Our engagement hasn't been made yet, it's just engagement." Jiang Moyuan looked at her eyes without the usual warmth, only a piece of indifference, "the company is a public place, pay attention."
With that, Jiang Moyuan doesn't see what Ying Luwei's expression is. He takes the suit coat in the Secretary's hand and strides away.
The secretary sent Jiang Mo to the door and then turned back to Ying Luwei with an apologetic smile: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family won't."
Polite but contemptuous tone, with before to Ying Zijin speak no different.
Ying Luwei's face turned white: "you What do you mean
The Secretary didn't speak any more and asked Ying Luwei to go out.
**
when Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, old lady Jiang, with her back to him, knelt on the futon and was worshiping the Buddha.
A few minutes later, Mr. Jiang slowly got up and said, "Moyuan, there's something I think you'd better know."
Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's the matter?"
With a cold face, Mrs. Jiang threw a letter in front of him: "it was sent to the Buddhist hall early this morning. Have a look for yourself."
Jiang Moyuan took it over and spent ten minutes reading the contents of the envelope.
His body suddenly tightened, and for the first time he felt stiff.
How can this be
"The Jiang family doesn't need such a Rotten Mother." Old lady Jiang sat down and sipped her tea lightly. "Originally, I was not satisfied with her. There are so many celebrities in Shanghai. Can't I find someone who is not sick?"
Then she sighed: "but you can't stand it. If you still have to like her, then -"
"it's up to mom." Jiang Moyuan interrupted old lady Jiang's words, "I listen to my mother in everything."
"Good, good." Old lady Jiang just showed a smile, "after all, this engagement is also made by your father. It's not good for you to retire face to face. Mom will help you."
Jiang Moyuan's thin lips are slightly pursed.
Somehow, he was relieved.
"Visit Ying's another day." Mrs. Jiang said, "I don't know who sent this letter, but they must know it there."
"The Ying family is also the victim of this. Poor Xiaoxuan, this kind of thing happened to her."
Mrs. Jiang has seen many people, but she has never seen such a vicious person as Ying Luwei.
Jiang Moyuan's lips moved and did not speak.
He knows the true and false gold of the Ying family. He also knows that Ying Zijin was the one who was stolen by Ying Luwei and thrown away.
That's why he just had a kind of inexplicable anger and regret.
However, the Ying family didn't plan to make it public, and he didn't have to tell Mrs. Jiang about it.
**
after school in the afternoon, the group of class 19 went to Ying Zijin's celebration banquet.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, they were shocked.
I thought it was an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I didn't expect it would be Han Pavilion.
Today's scattered celebrations add up to 80 people, which is equal to the number of guests the Han Pavilion entertains in a month.
The younger brother was very excited. He lowered his voice, "father Ying, do you have an affair with the master of Han pavilion?"
The Han Pavilion doesn't even pay attention to the imperial capital. If the owner doesn't speak, they can come without reservation.
Ying Zijin looks a meal, she thoughtfully looked at the man who is talking with the waiter, not slow: "a leg is not as good as."
The younger brother is at a loss: "ah?"
"At most."
“……”
My younger brother scratched his head, so he didn't want to: "no matter what, it's not my bleeding today, I want to eat enough."He swaggered in and took two happy jumps.
"Tut, although I don't have any desire for food, Hanke is really one of the best in the catering industry." Xiuyu's hand was on Ying Zijin's shoulder. "But Ying dad, you love to eat so much. Do you have to find someone who can cook in the future?"
Ying Zijin took a look at her and pulled her hand down.
“……” Xiuyu shifts her eyes and looks at Weibo. Suddenly, she shouts, "look at Weibo, Ying Luwei!"
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“……”
I didn't expect to hear this sentence on the other end of the phone. I was silent for a moment.
Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry. He leaned back in his chair and looked up out of the window.
Warm sunshine, as if across many years of time.
After a long silence, there was a sound coming from the mobile phone.
"Theoretically, it's possible, but it's as low as zero." It's not like we see it in the supernatural world
Fu Yunshen gave a faint hum.
Then he said: "otherwise, there will be no alchemy and ancient medicine. The end of science is theology. Up to now, there is still no way to answer all the mysteries of life."
"So -" Fu Yun looked thoughtfully at the post that had already replied to thousands of floors, "it exists."
"As I said, the possibility is zero. No matter how supernatural, we have to talk about science.
Fu Yun deep look lazy, mouse slide, refresh post, and pull to the end.
1241 floor: no wonder the landlord thinks that the score of "song of Emerald" is equivalent to none. It's not Willa hall himself. How do you know?
Fu Yun's eyes moved.
Yeah.
He had been thinking for a long time when he heard Ying Zijin playing jihad.
But everything needs a proof. He just guesses out of thin air, which is useless.
But this kind of thing, can't really ask me directly.
Fu Yun chanted deeply, ready to post.
At this time, a new post appeared.
This post is automatically marked red, but there is no top.
But all ID users with account level above SS have such a privilege.
[@ only love money: back scattered, back scattered, what death and rebirth, really enough bullshit, you say no music? Sorry, a while ago, we just sold the music score, and some people in China also bought it. If you don't believe me, ask a few people in the forum, and they also bought it. 】
as long as it's not new, there will be no users who don't know this ID in the hidden section.
This is the ID of the person in charge of the Laurent family.
Of course, this post will not be sent by this person in power.
After all, the man in power is only interested in money, and everything else will be left to his people.
SS users post, NOK's system will remind all other users.
The forum exploded.
[1st floor]: crouching trough, startling big man.
Second floor: what? Does the Laurent family have music?
……
[77th floor]: is it strange that the Loran family has music scores? Willa hall is a great literary and artistic master who was supported by the Loren family.
78th floor I have forgotten who I have heard about the piano piece "song of Emerald" written by Willa hall for the Laurent family.
[79th floor]: I see. It's no surprise that the Chinese player is a genius.
……
[109th floor]: Damn, it's your Laurent family. Can it sell money?
110th floor: I'm afraid Vera will jump out of the soil and hammer you to death.
When the young servant saw the reply, he wiped his sweat.
If you don't say that, how can you cover it up?
Then they'll be beaten to death.
The young servant was relieved to withdraw his account.
Finally, I have finished what I told you in the letter, and I can return it to the host.
That's a good guess. It's Vera hall.
Unfortunately, this kind of thing can not really be known by the outside world.
**
at noon.
Before Jiang Moyuan finished his work, he received a call from Jiang's old house.
It was old lady Jiang who called him.
Since the death of Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang has moved into the Buddhist hall.
I'm not familiar with other people.
This is the first time that Mrs. Jiang has called him in recent years.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Mrs. Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone. She just said to let him go now.
"Tell the others that I have something to do and put off the afternoon meeting." Jiang Moyuan looked at the watch on his wrist and called the Secretary, "that list, be careful."
The Secretary nodded and said in a low voice, "Third Master, Miss Lu Wei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."
Hearing this, Jiang Moyuan stopped pushing the door.
The Secretary lowered his head and didn't know what to say.
What happened yesterday was really unexpected.
No one thought that an adopted daughter from the countryside, piano level close to those top pianists.Ying Luwei became a joke directly.
Not to mention a storm on the Internet, she had done all the things out.
On the surface, the years are quiet, but on the inside, they are extremely vicious.
It's not worthy of jiangmoyuan.
"I see." Without any expression, Jiang Moyuan went out directly.
Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man come out, she wiped her tears and immediately rushed to hold him. Her voice was crying: "Moyuan!"
The secretary who followed him frowned.
If you put it in the past, it doesn't matter.
But now Ying Luwei's reputation is so bad, and her proud piano technology is also from marketing. How can she still stick to their third master?
The Secretary said unhappily, "Miss Dewey, you --"
the following words have not been said yet.
Jiang Moyuan retreats Ying Luwei without any pity and pulls his arm out of her arms.
Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment. She looked at him in disbelief and her voice trembled "Far away?"
"Our engagement hasn't been made yet, it's just engagement." Jiang Moyuan looked at her eyes without the usual warmth, only a piece of indifference, "the company is a public place, pay attention."
With that, Jiang Moyuan doesn't see what Ying Luwei's expression is. He takes the suit coat in the Secretary's hand and strides away.
The secretary sent Jiang Mo to the door and then turned back to Ying Luwei with an apologetic smile: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family won't."
Polite but contemptuous tone, with before to Ying Zijin speak no different.
Ying Luwei's face turned white: "you What do you mean
The Secretary didn't speak any more and asked Ying Luwei to go out.
**
when Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, old lady Jiang, with her back to him, knelt on the futon and was worshiping the Buddha.
A few minutes later, Mr. Jiang slowly got up and said, "Moyuan, there's something I think you'd better know."
Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's the matter?"
With a cold face, Mrs. Jiang threw a letter in front of him: "it was sent to the Buddhist hall early this morning. Have a look for yourself."
Jiang Moyuan took it over and spent ten minutes reading the contents of the envelope.
His body suddenly tightened, and for the first time he felt stiff.
How can this be
"The Jiang family doesn't need such a Rotten Mother." Old lady Jiang sat down and sipped her tea lightly. "Originally, I was not satisfied with her. There are so many celebrities in Shanghai. Can't I find someone who is not sick?"
Then she sighed: "but you can't stand it. If you still have to like her, then -"
"it's up to mom." Jiang Moyuan interrupted old lady Jiang's words, "I listen to my mother in everything."
"Good, good." Old lady Jiang just showed a smile, "after all, this engagement is also made by your father. It's not good for you to retire face to face. Mom will help you."
Jiang Moyuan's thin lips are slightly pursed.
Somehow, he was relieved.
"Visit Ying's another day." Mrs. Jiang said, "I don't know who sent this letter, but they must know it there."
"The Ying family is also the victim of this. Poor Xiaoxuan, this kind of thing happened to her."
Mrs. Jiang has seen many people, but she has never seen such a vicious person as Ying Luwei.
Jiang Moyuan's lips moved and did not speak.
He knows the true and false gold of the Ying family. He also knows that Ying Zijin was the one who was stolen by Ying Luwei and thrown away.
That's why he just had a kind of inexplicable anger and regret.
However, the Ying family didn't plan to make it public, and he didn't have to tell Mrs. Jiang about it.
**
after school in the afternoon, the group of class 19 went to Ying Zijin's celebration banquet.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, they were shocked.
I thought it was an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I didn't expect it would be Han Pavilion.
Today's scattered celebrations add up to 80 people, which is equal to the number of guests the Han Pavilion entertains in a month.
The younger brother was very excited. He lowered his voice, "father Ying, do you have an affair with the master of Han pavilion?"
The Han Pavilion doesn't even pay attention to the imperial capital. If the owner doesn't speak, they can come without reservation.
Ying Zijin looks a meal, she thoughtfully looked at the man who is talking with the waiter, not slow: "a leg is not as good as."
The younger brother is at a loss: "ah?"
"At most."
“……”
My younger brother scratched his head, so he didn't want to: "no matter what, it's not my bleeding today, I want to eat enough."He swaggered in and took two happy jumps.
"Tut, although I don't have any desire for food, Hanke is really one of the best in the catering industry." Xiuyu's hand was on Ying Zijin's shoulder. "But Ying dad, you love to eat so much. Do you have to find someone who can cook in the future?"
Ying Zijin took a look at her and pulled her hand down.
“……” Xiuyu shifts her eyes and looks at Weibo. Suddenly, she shouts, "look at Weibo, Ying Luwei!"
I didn't expect to hear this sentence on the other end of the phone. I was silent for a moment. Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry. He leaned back in his chair and looked up out of the window. Warm sunshine, as if across many years of time. After a long silence, there was a sound coming from the mobile phone. "Theoretically, it's possible, but it's as low as zero." It's not like we see it in the supernatural world Fu Yunshen gave a faint hum. Then he said: "otherwise, there will be no alchemy and ancient medicine. The end of science is theology. Up to now, there is still no way to answer all the mysteries of life." "So -" Fu Yun looked thoughtfully at the post that had already replied to thousands of floors, "it exists." "As I said, the possibility is zero. No matter how supernatural, we have to talk about science. Fu Yun deep look lazy, mouse slide, refresh post, and pull to the end. 1241 floor: no wonder the landlord thinks that the score of "song of Emerald" is equivalent to none. It's not Willa hall himself. How do you know? Fu Yun's eyes moved. Yeah. He had been thinking for a long time when he heard Ying Zijin playing jihad. But everything needs a proof. He just guesses out of thin air, which is useless. But this kind of thing, can't really ask me directly. Fu Yun chanted deeply, ready to post. At this time, a new post appeared. This post is automatically marked red, but there is no top. But all ID users with account level above SS have such a privilege. @ only love money: back scattered, back scattered, what death and rebirth, really enough bullshit, you say no music? Sorry, a while ago, we just sold the music score, and some people in China also bought it. If you don't believe me, ask a few people in the forum, and they also bought it. as long as it's not new, there will be no users who don't know this ID in the hidden section. This is the ID of the person in charge of the Laurent family. Of course, this post will not be sent by this person in power. After all, the man in power is only interested in money, and everything else will be left to his people. SS users post, NOK's system will remind all other users. The forum exploded. 1st floor: crouching trough, startling big man. Second floor: what? Does the Laurent family have music? 77th floor: is it strange that the Loran family has music scores? Willa hall is a great literary and artistic master who was supported by the Loren family. 78th floor I have forgotten who I have heard about the piano piece "song of Emerald" written by Willa hall for the Laurent family. 79th floor: I see. It's no surprise that the Chinese player is a genius. 109th floor: Damn, it's your Laurent family. Can it sell money? 110th floor: I'm afraid Vera will jump out of the soil and hammer you to death. When the young servant saw the reply, he wiped his sweat. If you don't say that, how can you cover it up? Then they'll be beaten to death. The young servant was relieved to withdraw his account. Finally, I have finished what I told you in the letter, and I can return it to the host. That's a good guess. It's Vera hall. Unfortunately, this kind of thing can not really be known by the outside world. **at noon. Before Jiang Moyuan finished his work, he received a call from Jiang's old house. It was old lady Jiang who called him. Since the death of Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang has moved into the Buddhist hall. I'm not familiar with other people. This is the first time that Mrs. Jiang has called him in recent years. Jiang Moyuan frowned. Mrs. Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone. She just said to let him go now. "Tell the others that I have something to do and put off the afternoon meeting." Jiang Moyuan looked at the watch on his wrist and called the Secretary, "that list, be careful." The Secretary nodded and said in a low voice, "Third Master, Miss Lu Wei has been waiting for you outside for a long time." Hearing this, Jiang Moyuan stopped pushing the door. The Secretary lowered his head and didn't know what to say. What happened yesterday was really unexpected. No one thought that an adopted daughter from the countryside, piano level close to those top pianists.Ying Luwei became a joke directly. Not to mention a storm on the Internet, she had done all the things out. On the surface, the years are quiet, but on the inside, they are extremely vicious. It's not worthy of jiangmoyuan. "I see." Without any expression, Jiang Moyuan went out directly. Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man come out, she wiped her tears and immediately rushed to hold him. Her voice was crying: "Moyuan!" The secretary who followed him frowned. If you put it in the past, it doesn't matter. But now Ying Luwei's reputation is so bad, and her proud piano technology is also from marketing. How can she still stick to their third master? The Secretary said unhappily, "Miss Dewey, you --" the following words have not been said yet. Jiang Moyuan retreats Ying Luwei without any pity and pulls his arm out of her arms. Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment. She looked at him in disbelief and her voice trembled "Far away?" "Our engagement hasn't been made yet, it's just engagement." Jiang Moyuan looked at her eyes without the usual warmth, only a piece of indifference, "the company is a public place, pay attention." With that, Jiang Moyuan doesn't see what Ying Luwei's expression is. He takes the suit coat in the Secretary's hand and strides away. The secretary sent Jiang Mo to the door and then turned back to Ying Luwei with an apologetic smile: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family won't." Polite but contemptuous tone, with before to Ying Zijin speak no different. Ying Luwei's face turned white: "you What do you mean The Secretary didn't speak any more and asked Ying Luwei to go out. **when Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, old lady Jiang, with her back to him, knelt on the futon and was worshiping the Buddha. A few minutes later, Mr. Jiang slowly got up and said, "Moyuan, there's something I think you'd better know." Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's the matter?" With a cold face, Mrs. Jiang threw a letter in front of him: "it was sent to the Buddhist hall early this morning. Have a look for yourself." Jiang Moyuan took it over and spent ten minutes reading the contents of the envelope. His body suddenly tightened, and for the first time he felt stiff. How can this be "The Jiang family doesn't need such a Rotten Mother." Old lady Jiang sat down and sipped her tea lightly. "Originally, I was not satisfied with her. There are so many celebrities in Shanghai. Can't I find someone who is not sick?" Then she sighed: "but you can't stand it. If you still have to like her, then -" "it's up to mom." Jiang Moyuan interrupted old lady Jiang's words, "I listen to my mother in everything." "Good, good." Old lady Jiang just showed a smile, "after all, this engagement is also made by your father. It's not good for you to retire face to face. Mom will help you." Jiang Moyuan's thin lips are slightly pursed. Somehow, he was relieved. "Visit Ying's another day." Mrs. Jiang said, "I don't know who sent this letter, but they must know it there." "The Ying family is also the victim of this. Poor Xiaoxuan, this kind of thing happened to her." Mrs. Jiang has seen many people, but she has never seen such a vicious person as Ying Luwei. Jiang Moyuan's lips moved and did not speak. He knows the true and false gold of the Ying family. He also knows that Ying Zijin was the one who was stolen by Ying Luwei and thrown away. That's why he just had a kind of inexplicable anger and regret. However, the Ying family didn't plan to make it public, and he didn't have to tell Mrs. Jiang about it. **after school in the afternoon, the group of class 19 went to Ying Zijin's celebration banquet. By the time they arrived at the hotel, they were shocked. I thought it was an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I didn't expect it would be Han Pavilion. Today's scattered celebrations add up to 80 people, which is equal to the number of guests the Han Pavilion entertains in a month. The younger brother was very excited. He lowered his voice, "father Ying, do you have an affair with the master of Han pavilion?" The Han Pavilion doesn't even pay attention to the imperial capital. If the owner doesn't speak, they can come without reservation. Ying Zijin looks a meal, she thoughtfully looked at the man who is talking with the waiter, not slow: "a leg is not as good as." The younger brother is at a loss: "ah?" "At most." My younger brother scratched his head, so he didn't want to: "no matter what, it's not my bleeding today, I want to eat enough."He swaggered in and took two happy jumps. "Tut, although I don't have any desire for food, Hanke is really one of the best in the catering industry." Xiuyu's hand was on Ying Zijin's shoulder. "But Ying dad, you love to eat so much. Do you have to find someone who can cook in the future?" Ying Zijin took a look at her and pulled her hand down. Xiuyu shifts her eyes and looks at Weibo. Suddenly, she shouts, "look at Weibo, Ying Luwei!"
