I cut reality into a movie

"Does it sound good? That's really a pity." Taboruo pointed out: "A song like Mr. Akshan's, which is as pure as a clear spring in the mountain, flows into your dirty brain. The biggest insult of the song."

"Father, my opinion is exactly the opposite of yours." Sinha retorted, "On the contrary, I think that the more filthy a person is, the more they need this kind of clean music to wash their souls."

Sinha didn't go any further when he said this, but his meaning was very clear: Why did you invite this pianist to your home, isn't it because you are the dirtiest?

At the same time that the father and son were engaged in a passionate confrontation around the sound of Romon's piano.

Miss Qiqi, who followed Luo Meng into the Grobo mansion, seized an opportunity to use the toilet as an excuse to get away from the servants, and started her theft and scouting activities.

Where is the aisle, where is the window, where is the hiding place, and where is the monitoring blind spot, Qiqi fumbled for all the information in this mansion, until she felt that it was almost time, and then returned to the maid with a silly smile, Apologizing in heavily accented Hindi:

"It's so big here, it's like a maze, I got lost as I walked."

"Then don't wander around!"

The maid knew that the blind virtuoso playing in the hall was just the master's toy, so the maid would not be polite to the manager of this toy.

Pulling Qiqi all the way back to the corner of the living room No. [-], the maid stood beside her with blank eyes, staring at Qiqi to prevent her from running around.

Qiqi returned to her seat, and the first half of Romon's performance was coming to an end.

As Romon's last note fell, Tabu took the lead in applauding, then glanced at his indifferent son, and said, "Sinha, since you can't enjoy music, take your wife home!"

"Father, the more you can't appreciate it, the more you have to listen to it, right? I think it's necessary for me to finish listening to the normal concert."

Seeing his father's fat hands hugging his lover, Sinha knew that as long as he left, this fat pig would ruin his sweetheart.

"roll!"

Boom!

It was as if a giant hammer had slammed on the keyboard, and with Tabu's scolding, Romon also used the most intense accent to cooperate.

And as the accent fell, Romon's melodious piano wind turned into a storm-like compactness, just like the state of mind of the father and son Tabu at the moment.

Huffing and wheezing.

Facing his domineering father, Sinha looked at the little mother in his arms, finally nodded fiercely, pulled his wife to get up and was about to leave.

"Stop! Didn't you say goodbye to your parents before you left?"

Romon's piano sound became more and more passionate, and correspondingly, Sinha's eyes became more and more red. He stared at his own Fuqing, and his voice was hoarse: "Good night, father, good night, mother."

"Mom and Dad, have a wonderful night."

The husband spoke up, and Simi, as a wife, of course wanted to follow up, but she almost vomited blood at her husband because of her wonderful night.

"Have a great night, too."

As if declaring sovereignty, Tabu stood up with his wife in his arms, and then deliberately said: "Everyone else follow Sinha and leave. I want to enjoy this performance alone with my wife."

"go!"

When Sinha left, his whole body was trembling, just like the vibrating keys under Romon's fingers.

They are also angry, but one can vent it and the other cannot vent it.

Sinha left, and so did all the other servants.

After there were no more extraneous people, Tabu was finally able to release his desire to the fullest, and with Romon's tight and fanatical sound of the piano, he completely vented the desire that had been suppressed for three months.

As for Romon, who was playing the piano in front of him, he was giving full play to his photography talent, trying to express this restricted scene artistically enough.

Otherwise, the image of old Tabu is really not photogenic.

Finally, after half an hour, whether long or short, Romon's playing and old Tabu's venting stopped at the same time.

"Whoo~~~~"

Heaving a sigh of relief, the contented old Tabu handed [-] rupees to Romon himself, and tentatively said: "Mr. Akshan, your performance is very good. I don't know if we will have a chance next time." Continued cooperation?"

"Of course, Mr. Tab, as long as you pay enough for each performance, I guarantee that every performance will appear on time." Romon said directly that he was only interested in money, and he didn't care about other messy things.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing that Romon was so sensible, old Tabu laughed heartily: "Mr. Akshan, from the first moment I saw you, I knew we got along very well."

"Coincidentally, Mr. Tubb, from the first time I saw you, I thought so too."

After saying goodbye with a pun, Romon followed the maid and left Tabb's mansion, but when he left, Romon left an invisible drone to continue filming in the mansion.

And the efficiency of this drone's production is higher than Romon expected. When he returned to the apartment on Qiqi's pedal scooter, the old Tabu performed in front of the drone.

He called his daughter-in-law, Simi, and ordered in the tone of a boss: "Simi, I need a report on all Sinha's actions in the last month."

"Today."

Chapter 104 Since you want to pursue excitement, then follow through to the end

Tab Gorobo has forgotten when he became what he is now.

Perhaps it was the summer in the third grade of elementary school, after being pushed into the river by his brother, Tabo no longer believed in the so-called family affection.

Treat your parents this way, treat your brothers like this, and treat your own son the same way.

Tabb has been monitoring Sinha intensively.

From servants to teachers, from teachers to friends, Tabu bought all the eyeliners around his son that could be bought, and even his daughter-in-law was a human monitoring placed by Tabu around his son.

He is always on guard against his own son who is in a hurry to take over and do the same thing as him.

Sitting in front of the computer, Tabu looked at the surveillance report sent by Simi, with a gloomy expression on his chubby face: "This bastard, has he started forming gangs in the company?"

Seeing his son's intense contact with the company's high-level executives, Tabb seemed to see himself once.

"It seems that we need to find a suitable opportunity to beat the bastards in the company hard, so that they can recognize who the boss is."

Silently remembering the names of executives who had close contact with his son, Tabb continued to watch his son's itinerary report.

Then he saw a flood of reports about vacations.

It stands to reason that this is nothing, a vacation is normal for a rich second generation, but the time and place of Sinha's vacation are highly consistent with the time and place when his wife Sophie went out to attend a charity meeting.

"Humph…………"

Tabu panted heavily. Of course he could understand what these 'coincidences' meant, but he didn't want to admit it, and he didn't dare to admit it:

He needs Sinha, the heir, to stabilize the company's power structure, and he also needs superficial family affection to maintain his dignity.

Otherwise, in the cruel business competition, you will be chased and beaten by the enemy whenever you leak the slightest flaw.

Tabu may not care about his son, but he cares about himself.

He can lose a wife, but he must not lose his status and wealth.

Old Tabu followed the first rule of a strong marriage—you have to have a little green on your head if you want your marriage to work.

He has withstood the test of Pillow Mama literature, but Romon looks rather disappointed.

"Sure enough, it's impossible to expect these old things to act on their own. Their life experience is too rich, and a little emotional blow can't make them lose control and go crazy."

"In this regard, it still depends on the enthusiasm of the young people. Let's try that dog boy Sinha and see how much he loves my little mother."

Romon waved his hand, turned aside the old Tabu's lens, and stretched out his hand to pull the little Sinha's lens in front of his eyes.

Just as old Tabu could perceive the special relationship between his son and his wife, Sinha could vaguely feel the special relationship between his wife and his father.

After leaving his father's mansion, Sinha did not go back to find his wife to vent, but went to a bar in Pune alone, and sat alone at the bar drinking dull wine.

As the saying goes: When you drink wine, you will be more sad than you.

Seeing that Xinha drank more and more bitter, more depressed, Luo Meng nodded slightly, secretly said: It's time to give this kid more strength.

But how to increase the strength, I have to think a little bit.

Directly pretending to be a hacker and sending a small video to Sinha will easily cause Sinha unnecessary vigilance. After all, seeing that the camera at home has been hacked, Sinha should be more angry with the hacker who hacked into the house than his father.

"Then what should we do~~~"

Romon was deep in thought, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and thought of Habu's cell phone.

After confirming that Habu was taking a bath through the camera, Romon flew the stealth drone directly in front of Habu's cell phone, stretched out a wire to connect to Habu's cell phone, and then sent a picture to his son through social software, and accompanied it. Wen said:

——【Honey, what do you think of this photo I took for you?Did you take pictures of your good figure? 】

Doodle.

Hearing the ringing of the mobile phone, Habu looked down and saw that it was a message from his father.

Why is this old thing sending me a message?

Shaking his dizzy head, Habu unlocked his phone and clicked on the message from his father—then, he sobered up instantly.

[The other party withdraws a message]

As if suddenly realizing that he had sent it to the wrong person, Romon retracted the picture sent to Sinha, and withdrew it along with the wire on the phone.

enough.

There is no follow-up communication for this kind of thing.

All Romon had to do was show Sinha a look at the picture, and his sonication was successful.

Boom boom boom boom boom.

Sinha's hand holding the wine glass kept shaking, and the heavy rum glass hit the wooden bar, making a dull and rapid sound, just like his chaotic heartbeat at the moment.

This old bastard did it on purpose!

This old bastard definitely did it on purpose!

He is challenging me!He's challenging me with Sophie's ownership!

Sinha's fingertips holding the wine glass turned pale due to the exhaustion of enormous power, and his protruding knuckles made crackling noises under anger.

The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his nostrils exhaled scorching gas, the anger in his heart began to solidify, then crystallized, and finally turned into a surging killing intent, towards his biological father.

"Look, as I said a long time ago, young people are more interesting."

Looking at Sinha with a ferocious face, although Romon couldn't see through the specific thoughts in his heart, he could roughly guess that his estrangement plan had achieved phased results, and as long as he continued to attack Sinha, this Sooner or later, the young man will become an Indian little Lu Bu.

Just when Romon was satisfied with Sinha's changes and was about to stretch and end today's filming, his cell phone rang suddenly. It was an unfamiliar number, but Romon knew it was Sinha's cell phone number.

Why is this kid calling me?

Romon glanced at Sinha, who was drinking rum in the camera, and picked up the phone with some doubts: "Hello, who is it?"

"I'm Sinha Gorob." Sinha's voice was hoarse like a broken gramophone after ingesting a lot of spirits in a short period of time.

"Singha Gorob?" Romon pretended to be puzzled, and suddenly realized: "You are the son of Mr. Tabu? What do you want from me?"

"Mr. Akshan, I appreciate your music very much, and I also want to invite you to a private performance. In terms of price, I will pay twice the price of Tab Gorobo!"

Even his father didn't bother to call him, so Sinha called Tabu by his name, and aggressively offered double the performance price.

Enjoy my music?

I think you want something other than classic remake music.

Romon could figure out Sinha's purpose with his toes, and said with a smile: "Of course I can play the role at twice the price. Mr. Sinha, just tell me the time and place."

"The time is tomorrow morning, as for the location..."

Sinha was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "The location is at the Century Gate Restaurant."

Century Gate restaurant?

Not at home?

You want to be better than blue and more unrestrained than your father?

Romon complained, and suddenly raised his brows, thinking that when he just hacked into Tabu's phone, he saw a message by the way:

At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, the Oswell Group's emissary will land at Pune International Airport.

Old Tabu will personally lead a team to welcome them. As for the meeting place, it will be the most luxurious Century Gate Restaurant in Pune.

After understanding why Sinha chose the Gate of the Century restaurant, Romon admired him: My good guy, you are not trying to be the best, you are simply a dick on the grave.

You kid can.

It is indeed a talent for a little Lu Bu.

Hearing that Romon didn't answer for a long time, Sinha thought he was afraid of performing in the restaurant, so he continued to price: "20 rupees, as long as you can go to the Century Gate performance tomorrow, I will give you 20 rupees."

"Sigh~~~~"