"Zhuang Ying, my heart can't take much more of this!" The price of the villa alone at 2.8 billion had already stunned him, but what he hadn't expected was that any random painting on the wall was worth four billion, and in US dollars at that! That was enough to buy ten such villas!
"These are just some casual decorations in the living room!" Actually, when Fang Huai had transferred these assets to Fang Jueyu, Zhuang Ying had already known about it. She had guessed that Fang Jueyu would choose this villa as his residence. These items had been arranged a month ago.
Honestly, when she first saw these items, she was quite frightened, but as she started handling more and more assets, she gradually became numb to it.
Fang Jueyu entered the living room. The living room was vast, with a piece of unknown wild animal fur carpeting the floor. Those coffee tables, real leather sofas were probably also very valuable, and not only that, but there was also a magnificent grand piano on the side.
Fang Jueyu had learned piano and violin since he was a child, forced by his parents at first until he had grown to love them completely. No matter where he was, whenever there was a piano, he couldn't resist playing a tune.
Fang Jueyu walked up to the piano. This piano was a yellow-brown color, covered with densely packed marks of time. From the text on the piano, Fang Jueyu recognized the name of this piano—Pleyel.
"Ding!" The crisp sound still carried an ancient air, and from his experience, Fang Jueyu could tell that this piano must also be an antique, probably decades old.
Suddenly, he found a line of characters on the side of the piano, and they were Chinese characters. Although the handwriting was somewhat aged, Fang Jueyu could still make them out.
"To my musician friend—Friedrich Francois Chopin!"
"This... you're not going to tell me this is Chopin's piano, are you?" Fang Jueyu's voice trembled, and he even involuntarily pulled his hand away from the keys, fearing he might accidentally damage it.
"Yes, this Pleyel piano is over 180 years old. It was also Chopin's favorite, as it was a gift from one of his friends from Huaxia!"
"You're not going to tell me that this Huaxia friend was also my ancestor, are you?" Although he had a hunch, Fang Jueyu couldn't help but ask.
"What do you think?" Zhuang Ying threw him a coquettish look. "Oh, and there's this!"
Zhuang Ying took a box from the nearby cabinet, which contained a light brown violin.
"You might as well tell me who used this violin, so I'm prepared!" Fang Jueyu took a deep breath and adopted an indifferent attitude.
"This violin is the 'Il Cannone' made by Guarneri in 1743, later known as 'the Cannon'!"
"Is it the one Paganini used?" Although he was mentally prepared, Fang Jueyu still shuddered.
As the most famous violin master, Paganini's status was unshakable, and for many violinists, getting a chance to play his violin would be a lifetime's honor.
He had just never thought that this violin, like Chopin's piano, would become part of his own collection.
"This violin wasn't gifted by one of my ancestors, was it?" Fang Jueyu remembered that the violin was a gift from a wealthy merchant who had attended a Paparini concert, and that merchant wasn't from Huaxia.
"Not really, but the museum that later acquired this violin was yours, Mr. Fang Huai directly purchased it seventeen years ago!"
"Seventeen years ago? I had only just started learning the violin then! My dad really went all out, didn't he?" Fang Jueyu felt completely overwhelmed.
"Right, there are also two famous violins here, previously used by masters Kreisler and Heifetz. They are all excellently preserved, and we even found descendants of the original makers to repair them, ensuring they have the best sound quality. You can try them out."
Fang Jueyu couldn't wait any longer, he set up Paganini's violin and immediately played a Paganini caprice. Although it had a history of over two hundred years, the moment its sound emerged, Fang Jueyu felt as if his soul had been elevated.
With his decades of skills, although he couldn't compare to those masters, he played the piece exceedingly well, and Zhuang Ying even felt as if Paganini himself was playing before her!
When the piece ended, Fang Jueyu's hands were slightly trembling. He carefully placed the violin back in its case, not because it was exceedingly valuable, but because damaging it by accident would be a desecration of art!
"Would you like to check out the study? There are plenty more treasures there!" Zhuang Ying smiled, "There are many famous calligraphies and unique ancient books housed there!"
"Maybe another time, I'll just look by myself later. I'm afraid I might faint!" Fang Jueyu already felt a bit lightheaded, "Sister Ying, it's almost nine o'clock, where will you be staying tonight?"
"Oh, don't worry, when I bought this villa, I bought the twenty nearest villas around it as well. I can just pick any empty one to stay in, and if you need anything, you can find me anytime!"
Multiple lines of confusion appeared on Fang Jueyu's forehead, "Those are mine too?"
"Yes, those twenty medium-priced villas are yours too, although most of them are already occupied. There are three still vacant. If you need them for anything, just let me know."
"Wait, what do you mean most of them are already occupied? Are they rented out?"
"No, those houses are occupied by a service team always ready to assist you. They include cleaning staff, chefs, drivers, medical personnel, and so on—about two hundred people in total!"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Fang Jueyu felt like he had taken an internal blow.
"By the way, if you're feeling hungry, you can ask the chefs to cook. Their numbers are all listed in the villa's phone directory. They can prepare various cuisines, Western desserts, and Japanese dishes—anything you'd like to eat. Our chefs are the best!"
"Alright, I got it!" Fang Jueyu felt if he continued talking to Zhuang Ying, he might hear even more unbelievable things.
"I'll be leaving then. You should rest early. Someone will bring you breakfast tomorrow. I'll be living here long-term starting today, so if there's anything you need to arrange, just contact me directly!" After saying this, Zhuang Ying left the villa.
"Phew…" Fang Jueyu felt as if he had collapsed onto the sofa, completely drained. He had never felt more shocked in his life than he did today.
"Slap!" He fiercely slapped himself, doubling the force unintentionally and leaving a red handprint on his face.
"Ouch!"
"It seems I'm not dreaming after all…"