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The villa owner grew up in the west, and he was half a noble. In his heart, he felt that he was superior. It doesn't go away with age.

"I'm sorry. I've offended a lot today. "

"Why do you have to die. Young man? "

Shen Lang didn't wait for him to finish. He quickly raised his fist and jumped up, one meter away from the old man. Suddenly turned around, and the little housekeeper floating to the punch.

Shen Lang's punch was sharp and sharp, without any concealment. Attack with all your strength. There was no carelessness at all, but the scene was slightly ugly. The housekeeper was still behind him with his hands on his back. Kick the leg to keep off the fist of Shen Lang, the face doesn't change, but Shen Lang staggers back a step.

The movement is coherent. After one punch and one kick. Follow Chen Mengdie betray Shen Lang once, immediately help him to speak: "third uncle, how can you be so harsh, wow, I listen to not listen to good."

Shen Lang also admitted that he didn't play very well, but he was curious about the origin of the old and new piano.

"Old man, where did you get the zither? Unfortunately, I have a friend who also has such a zither."

The old man turned and let out a smile and said, "then we must see the same piano. There are no two same trees in the world, so there are no two same pianos. My piano is also recycled. "

"Ha ha, won't it be purchased from mufei tobacco?"

"No, I went to Amsterdam two years ago. I just heard a good symphony. The little girl played better than you. In order to avoid spoiling things, I bought the piano back."

If this is heard by outsiders, I'm afraid I'll laugh. Mufeiyan is not good at playing the piano. Does anyone else in the world play this thing? The only music wizard in the Pacific who can be listed in the Da Ya Hall of fame doesn't hold personal concerts or do any commercial activities, but no one in the aristocratic circle knows it.

Shen Lang smiles faintly. It's the Murong family. Everyone comes out of the same mold. He has no rules and regulations to evaluate himself.

More importantly, they all like to buy and sell.

"You can't talk about strength, but you still can't play the piano. It's just boring. I'll tell you about this piano. This piano was produced in the middle of the 18th century. Bartolomio's trial of improving modern piano is not only out of print, but also of great commemorative value. "

"Ha ha, it's interesting. All the memorials belong to your Murong family." This piano is precious to mufei. I don't know why she sold it to him.

"First of all, it's not forced buying or forced selling. Secondly, the Qin and the sword in your hand are made by my Murong family. "

"In your opinion, does the factory also want to strip all the people who walk in the street and wear his clothes?"

The old man looked sullen and said, "since you can play the piano, it shows that you know something. Is this piano suitable for the little girl? Qin's requirements for people are consistent, rhythm and emotion are closely combined. The girl won again with a bass melody. Before long, I'm afraid her hands and people will be useless. "

The old man changed his words and said with dignity:

"this guqin, which was synthesized and improved by our ancestors' skillful craftsmen by chance, has done harm to many masters, which is totally against our ancestors' original intention. It's like... "

The old man suddenly remembered the cursed history of Murong family, and said faintly: "it's like 16 famous knives lost all over the world. The paratrooper autumn night version 4 B in your hand, paratrooper autumn night is the name, and the version 4 B is the project number. At that time, when making the knife, we had to design every link, a total of 26 versions, and the B version was the best. The number 4 means that it took four generations of hard work to produce the finished product. "

At that time, it was the West that was widely spread by the first World War. Once the sixteen famous swords from the Murong family's arsenal came out, they caused a great stir. Powerful lethality and suicidal power bring about a bloody era.

Perhaps in World War I, the production of tanks was known to the world. But these 16 famous swords are not. If a certain team is fully equipped with these weapons, the consequences can be imagined.

So the Murong family's first batch of finished products, namely these 16 knives, disbanded the factory. It's a pity that these sixteen knives have been handed down from generation to generation.

After the war, some people fought desperately for these iron weapons, and the dawn organization was a precedent. But these 16 famous swords not only do great harm, but also seem to have been cursed and lowered their heads. So far, no one who holds them is safe or even comfortable to die.

Therefore, the ancestors of Murong family are very regretful. They want to recall the sixteen famous swords, but they are helpless. The original intention of making swords has also changed. The ancestors died with hatred, so they inherited the task to later generations.

It happened that the Murong family's mansion was about to collapse with each passing day, and the chain family business in the West was repeatedly impacted.

As a result, a new generation of talented people on behalf of murongyi strong return home, hand Jiangling commercial bank to carry forward. While developing the domestic market, Murong Yi still does not forget his ancestors' will, that is, to recycle 16 out of print knives.So far, there are only four of them, one of which is owned by Shen Lang and Ma Xuejun.

Every family has a difficult Scripture to read. For the sake of their ancestors' wishes, they have spent generations of hard work of Murong family.

Shen Lang finally realized Murong Yi's insistence. Sister Hua once asserted that Shen Lang would die, not for the strength of the shadow group, but for the cursed sword and the cursed family.

Moreover, in order to get rid of the curse and misfortune, the Murong family really can't use the way of killing and seizing to reclaim the sword. Isn't that more against the will of their ancestors.

"Master, I can't give you back this knife. You have your will, I have my will. I keep the knife for my friend. If I can still see this friend when he is young, I will return it without any money after I get his consent. "

At dinner time, Shen Lang takes Chen Mengdie, a little traitor, to the front hall for a meal.

Sitting in the back row, they were eating the goose feet duck core made by the chef of a five-star hotel. Shen Lang was not used to it, and Chen Mengdie did not like it either. But I'm very curious why those high-end people can praise me with a cup of dry praise.

Feng Rui took a plate and sat down at the table. He found that Shen Lang was followed by a delicate little girl. She was ten years old. She couldn't help laughing and saying nothing. Shen always refused, but she was very neat. When did she get into the little girl again.

"Hello, Shen Lang, are you very stingy in Haitang Bay? I've eaten eight plates of this stuff, and my teeth are not full."

Shen Lang also looked at the pile of plates in front of them. They consumed a few portions of food, and they really didn't eat well: "don't you have to come here to eat? If you knew, you might as well eat with your third uncle?"

"My third uncle is eating radish and green vegetables. You are boring with cabbage and tofu. I want to eat hot pot."

Feng Rui motioned to the little girl to keep her voice down. Don't let the waves bring her down on such an occasion. She thought that Chen Mengdie was a classmate or subordinate of shenlang University. She was convinced that she came here with a meal.

Of course, if Feng Rui knew that the little nurse she didn't like very much was the villa owner that the high-end people in the hall wanted to meet, she didn't know what she was feeling.

Shen Lang put the fork, patted Chen Mengdie on the shoulder and said with a smile, "beauty, I'll be generous today. How about inviting you to eat hot pot?"

"Good!"

When Feng Rui saw that they were going to leave, she wanted to join in the fun, but today she was also the host, and she had to hold a successful reception for Haitang Bay bidding later, so she had to stay.

"Little sister, where do you work?"

"First Hospital, wow, I'm a senior nurse, but I'm still a temporary worker." Chen Mengdie is very familiar.

Feng Rui smiles a little and says: "the words of the first hospital There's a Sichuan style hot pot restaurant around. It's delicious. I recommend you try it. "

As soon as Chen Mengdie heard of it, he was about to flow down: "I've heard of it, I've heard of it. It's just that it's too expensive. I'm only over 1000 a month. I can't afford it. "

Chen Mengdie's Putonghua is the worst that Shen Lang has ever heard. The girl doesn't speak Jiangling dialect well, and thinks that Putonghua is good. It sounds strange when she speaks dialect and Putonghua tongue twister.

"Then go and eat hot pot!" Chen Mengdie said happily.

"Shh..." Feng Rui winked at her, trying to tell her not to be so shameful.

Chen Mengdie silly did not understand, said with a smile: "you eat good and drink good, come here like home, do not be polite."