"..."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't expect to hear this sentence and fell silent for a moment.

Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry, he just leaned on the back of the chair and looked up out of the window.

The sun was so bright that it seemed like it had spanned many years.

After a long, long period of silence, a voice came from the phone.

"Theoretically, this is possible, but the possibility is as low as zero." There said, "This world is not like what we see. It does have supernatural places."

Fu Yun snorted lightly.

The other side continued: "Otherwise, there would not have been the emergence of alchemy, ancient medicine and ancient martial arts. The end of science is theology, and there is still no way to answer all the mysteries of life."

"So -" Fu Yunshen looked thoughtfully at the posts that had been replied to thousands of pages ago, "it does exist."

"I said, the possibility is zero, no matter how supernatural it is, it still needs to be scientific.

Fu Yunshen looked lazy, scrolled the mouse, refreshed the post, and scrolled to the end.

[Floor 1241]: It’s no wonder that the poster thinks so. There is almost no music score for "Song of Emerald Green". If it’s not Vera Hall herself, how do you know it?

Fu Yun's deep eyes moved slightly.

yes.

He had been thinking about it for a long time since he heard Ying Zijin play "Holy War".

But everything requires evidence, so he just guessed out of thin air, which was of no use.

But you can't really ask me directly about this kind of thing.

Fu Yun thought deeply and prepared to post.

At this time, a new post appeared.

This post was automatically marked red, but it was not pinned to the top.

All ID users with account levels above SS level have such a privilege.

[@ Only Love Money: After retreating, retreating, and resurrecting from the dead, it’s really nonsense. You said there is no music score? Sorry, we just sold the music score a while ago, and there are people in China who are buying it. If you don’t believe me, you ask.

I asked a few people on the forum and they also bought it.】

As long as they are not new users, there will be no users in the hidden section who do not recognize this ID.

This is the ID of the leader of the Laurent family.

Of course, this post would not be from this person in power.

After all, the man in power is only interested in money, and will only leave other matters to his subordinates.

If an ss-level user posts, nok's system will also remind all other users.

The forum immediately exploded.

【1st Floor】: Damn it, the boss suddenly appeared.

[2nd floor]: What? The Laurent family has music scores?

…

[Floor 77]: Is it strange that the Laurent family has music scores? Vera Hall is a literary giant whose ancestors supported the Laurent family.

[Floor 78]: ...I forgot who I heard said that the piano music "Song of Emerald Green" was written specifically for the Laurent family by Vera Hall.

[Floor 79]: I see, that’s not surprising. I can only say that the Chinese performer is a genius.

…

[Floor 109]: Damn, as expected of your Laurent family, can you sell this for money?

【110th Floor】: After selling other people’s music scores, I’m really afraid that Vera will jump out of the soil and hammer you to death.

The young servant who posted the message secretly wiped his sweat when he saw this reply.

If you don't say this, how can you cover it up?

Then they will be beaten to death.

The young servant logged out of his account and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I have finished what I told you in the letter, and I can report back to my master.

That group of people guessed quite well, it was really Vera Hall.

It's a pity that this kind of thing cannot really be known to the outside world.

**

noon.

Before Jiang Moyuan finished his work, he received a call from the Jiang family's old residence.

It was Mrs. Jiang who called him.

Since Mr. Jiang passed away, Mrs. Jiang moved into the Buddhist hall.

He only eats food and worships Buddha, and rarely sees others.

This was the first time Mrs. Jiang called him in the past few years.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Mrs. Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone. She only asked him to come over immediately.

"Tell others that I have something to do and postpone the afternoon meeting for now." Jiang Moyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist and called his secretary, "Be careful with that list."

The secretary nodded hurriedly, paused, and then whispered: "Third Master, Miss Lu Wei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."

After hearing these words, 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 expected that an adopted daughter from the countryside would be as good as those top pianists.

Ying Luwei immediately became a joke.

Not to mention that there was a storm on the Internet, and everything she had ever done was exposed.

On the surface, the years are peaceful, but on the inside, he is extremely vicious.

Not worthy of Jiang Moyuan at all.

"I understand." Jiang Moyuan showed no expression and walked out directly.

Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man coming out, she wiped her tears and immediately rushed over to hug him. Her voice was crying: "Moyuan!"

The secretary who followed him out frowned.

If it were in the past, it would be okay.

But now that Ying Luwei's reputation is so bad, and her piano skills that she is proud of are all marketed, why do she have the nerve to stick to their third master?

The secretary said displeasedly: "Miss Lu Wei, you——"

The next words have not been spoken yet.

Jiang Moyuan pushed Ying Luwei away without any pity and took his arm out of her arms.

Her body suddenly became empty. Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment, then looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling: "...Moyuan?"

"Our engagement hasn't happened yet, we're just engaged." Jiang Mo looked at her from afar and his eyes lost the usual warmth, leaving only indifference. "The company is a public place, please pay attention."

After saying that, Jiang Moyuan didn't even look at Ying Luwei's expression, took the suit jacket from his secretary, and strode away.

The secretary sent Jiang Moyuan to the door, then turned back to Ying Luwei and smiled apologetically: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family will not."

The polite but contemptuous tone was no different from when he spoke to Ying Zijin before.

Ying Luwei's face turned pale instantly: "You...what do you mean?"

The secretary stopped talking and asked people to invite Ying Luwei out.

**

When Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, Mrs. Jiang had her back turned to him, kneeling on the futon and worshiping Buddha.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Jiang slowly stood up: "Moyuan, there is something that Mom thinks it would be best for you to know about."

Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Jiang had a cold face and threw a letter in front of him: "Someone sent this to the Buddhist hall early this morning. Take a look at it yourself."

Jiang Moyuan took it and spent a full ten minutes reading what was in the envelope.

His body suddenly tensed up, feeling stiff for the first time.

How is this possible...

"The Jiang family does not need a mistress with such corrupt moral character." Madam Jiang sat down and took a sip of tea. "I was not satisfied with her in the first place. There are so many famous ladies in Shanghai, why can't I find one who is not sick?"
To be continued...